Another year has pass plus a bonus ahh hell naw moments top 5

Rejoice, for we are still here. Those Mayans got it wrong. As I knew they would. And for those hoarders and doomsday preparers out there who wasted untold amount of money and time, enjoy the cans of spam idiots. So how much did you put into the bunkers and the likes? Could had just donated that money to me. I would spent it on something a bit more practical. Or a few practical things.

Now I for one am glad the holiday season is almost over. I haven't been really much in a festive mood to be totally honest. But, I can fake it pretty well. Yeah, I was disappointed that I can't breakout my chainsaw-shotgun combo on zombies. BOOOO! I still am disappointed in those Mayans..grrrrrrr but I will make due with watching the Walking Dead.

Now let me end my blog year with just a few things that I saw that just makes me have to say WHAT IN THE HELL?!?!?! I don't know how some can even be left out to their own devices, if they resort to such stupidness or all out...*skip the next potty words* Tom Fuckery! Yes. I went there. If you are easily offended by just straight nonsense and just outlandish comments - first of all you need to be lobotomized.Secondly, you need to have a sense of humor. And then be lobotomized again. So without any farther adieu. Here are the top 5 AHHH HELL NAW!! MOMENTS of 2012.....

Thank you Joker...

Number 5.
I don't know about you all, but there is just something very disturbing about this. I mean why she wearing clothes that she was wearing back in 4th grade. And I am wondering what she is ordering at this place and I'm willing to bet you that there is a diet coke in the mix. But seriously, what can anyone explain number 1. How did she get into this. There is probably an empty bottle of wd-40 somewhere. This is a crime against fashion humanity and must be judged accordingly. But seriously, give your sister back her clothes. And no, I will  not talk about the tramp stamp tattoo. I can't even force myself into it. Nope can't do it. This does reek of just absolute malarkey.  

Number 4.
This is what happens when you get raped by a fashionably challenged makeup artist from Crayola. Or did the zombie apocalypse really happen and this is what has is the plague upon us is truly suppose to be. There are few words that I can really say that can describe this. Disturbing being one of them. The other is that they need to like well ummmmmm...I don't know....get those damn colors off their faces. I mean just bad. And the clothes..seriously. I mean Sweet Double-Dutching Baby Jesus, whoever came up with these fashions need to be hung for illegal use of couch material. I mean Animal print should only be used for couches and that is pushing the limit. UUUGH! And what's with the hair do. Looks like a mop is missing over there. But, I'm going to try to be nice here...too late...DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!

Number 3.

First of all...Who in their right mind let this out of the cage? Second, who told her to wear this and the biggest question asked by the gentleman concerned is this: WHERE ARE THE FRIENDS WHO SHOULD WARNED HER THIS IS ALL KINDS OF WRONG?????? I blame her friends for this. Cause let's be honest here. This is wrong on a magnitude that defines explanation. Now I know you all old heard the old adage, "Just become it comes in your size does not mean you have to wear it." And in this case, this should be taken to heart. She looks like an out of work super-heroine who just let herself go. Those cupcake criminals have destroyed her forever. And what's more important is the look at her face. Eying that woman over there like she was a 2 for 1 coupon to Ribs & Wangs. And what is worse about this is she probably think she was looking good. Yep good and terrible. But don't take my word for it. Here is someone who saw this and this is their reaction.

I couldn't said it better myself. But I would had a few more choice words, however, this would be enough. If any of my friends ever and I do mean EVER even considered this...they getting told off in a heartbeat. Just saying. Yes you are welcome.

I will give you a moment to compose yourself from the laughter you all are doing. I know you are. I can hear it. If you have to go use the bathroom, feel free to do so. I can wait for you......

Still Waiting....

Wash your hands..thank you. Now let's carry on.

Number 2.

I will give you a moment to really consider this one right here. Before you even say nice hat, I just have to ask. Really, seriously?? Wow?? There some who are looking at her and say damn this is beyond trailer park. I do hope and pray to any divine power out there that this is is a temporary tattoo. Because if she ends up getting knocked up...and I'm pretty much going to bet she will  be after too many bottles of Jack Daniels and a crystal meth casserole, she going to be injected. Yes they do breed. Which needs to stop. But, back to this, if she gets pregnant, that Rat Fink will look more like a kangaroo or something. I just have to ask, what artist in their right mind did this. But then again, they did this and had to tell someone about this after a few drinks and say...you know there was one chick who wanted a Rat Fink tattoo on her stomach. And after a handjob and $400 bucks, I had to do it. Ugliest thing ever but hey, to each their own. I hate to see what her kids will think of this one.

Mom, what made you have this tattoo?
Lots of drugs, lots and lots of drugs.

Honey Boo-Boo has a bright future ahead of her don't see??? 

Now here is the best of the worst...just had to better have therapist on standby.

Number 1.

What has been seen can be never unseen. And I think after seeing this, my eyes need to be replaced with cybernetics. Or have my brain scoured of this memory. But, with that being said. Let's examine this shall we?
First of all, let's call this IT cause it just seem to work better for the purpose of this entry.

Damnit who let it decide to wear that, why has anyone fed it any food cause it looks like they can hula hoop through a fruit loop. Please tell me this it is not a stripper cause if so, I will make sure NEVER to frequent there. It needs to eat seriously. Come down south where, there some folks who will take you in and throw some soul food. You know; black eye peas, collard greens, corn bread, fried chicken and pecan pie for dessert. But I do need to know if this is one of the ITs of the evening. Who is paying for this. There isn't enough liquor to drink IT cute. Just saying. I think this is from the remake of the Crying Game don't believe me look here.

Indeed. I would cry too if I had seen this. Worse if I woke up to this. Heaven help us all. And help it. It needs to be feed so kindly send all food available to www. I need to feed the skinny . org . thank you for your kindness.

Well, I think I have tormented and corrupted your minds for the year. But, know that in 2013, there shall be much more of this pure insanity. But for now, make your appointments for your therapists. And have a wonder New Year...

And yes after seeing all that, we all can use some Lemon Pledge...si si si si si!!

Down with the establishment. Power to the People...

and let's all have a good laugh at all of the STUPID LAWS that our country have and know that some rules are just meant to be broken and laughed at. And there will be commentary in laws of this. Let's begin!

And let's start in the city of Dallas:

Up to a felony charge can be levied for promoting the use of, or owning more than six dildos.

I know a few women RIGHT now that will be arrested and criminals. I going to rat them out if I don't get my hush money. And you know who you are and I know where you keep some of them. Under the bed in a shoebox, or the side of the bed in the drawer like a 38 special. Just know my friends, I know your secrets and I will snitch you out!!!! Unless payments are arranged. Thank you...

A recently passed anti-crime laws requires criminals to give their victims 24 hours notice, either orally or in writing, and explain to the nature of the crime about to be committed.

So I will inform folks of my intent to extort and blackmail you. I will be such a nice person and call. RING RING...Hello...this is me and I'm going to advise you that I will be...really who in the hell is going to be that stupid to inform victims of this. Sure let's just go head and have a sense of politeness. And if any criminal does this, they should be laughed out of the courtroom and take criminology 101 for dummies.

Now let's head to my home state of Mississippi

 A man may not seduce a woman by lying, and claiming he will marry her.

LOL...about a good 30% of the state's men and about 90 of high school students are breaking the law. And I wonder why that state is so rebellious! DOWN WITH THE MACHINE!!!!  I just had to laugh at this one. And who in the hell told lawmakers to propose this one???

It is illegal for a male to be sexually aroused in public.

So you better not have any Viagra in your system and see some hot lady walking around or you going to be having a boner in public and you going to jail. I hate to see that court hearing.

The people against Richard Harden (you can already see the pun in this one can't you??) case number OICU812, charged for having a erection in public. How do you plead.

Horny! By reason of getting some...

 No one may bribe any athlete to “rig” a game, match, tournament, etc.

Whoever made this law never went to an SEC game. But maybe that would explain why Southern Miss didn't win a damn game this year. GRRRRRR!!! Who was on the take damnit!!!! not one damn game?? seriously! Ok tangent over. Rigging games is necessary. If you ain't cheating you ain't trying.

And for my friends in Arkansas (oh did you know that it is illegal to pronounce Arkansas incorrectly and can be fined or jailed.)

In the city of Little Rock:

 Dogs may not bark after 6 PM.

I know a particular Shi-tzu that is going to be a criminal and going to doggy jail. This is the face of a criminal mastermind...

bad Oreo bad bad bad Oreo no beggin strips for you!

Flirtation between men and women on the streets of Little Rock may result in a 30-day jail term.

Are you getting this some person who shall remain nameless..... you goin to jail!!!!! But I guess it's perfectly acceptable if you of the same gender to flirt.Yeah this one is going to go sooo well with people.

Well I could go on with this, but I don't want you all to start having a full revolution and cause a civil outbreak of anarchy. But, have a good laugh at our tax-paying expense. and remember...

KNOW THE LAW!!!!

I don't know how to title this...

and the reason is because I just really don't know how I can even approach this. In all honesty, this has been an entry that I didn't even know if I was going to even post publicly. But, I figured that I just had to go head and get it out of the way and be done with it.

I am one of the people on this planet who really do not like having dreams. Call me weird, which I know many of you do. The reason being, is that I don't have the normal dreams that the other 99.9999999% of humanity. Oh not I says me. Mine has to go way out of left field. Luckily, I usually am so used to them that it don't bother me. Others would probably have to make a change of address at some of our wonderful looney hotels with the presidential, padded suites. YAY!!

Now, I will ponder this to you - even just have one of those dreams that just so clear, so intensive, so out there that you will swear on a stack of bibles (or any other religious book necessary for this entry), that it was real and not any figment of your mind's ramblings.

For the sake of many who actually read this at work, I shall keep it work friendly as possible. As well I will try to keep this as brief as necessary, only cause who would really wanna read the whole version of said event. More-so, I don't need anyone stealing this and make it into some made for TV movie or something like that. Then again, who would wanna film this and who in the hell would want to play me??? Well here goes...

The who thing takes place around my birthday. I was at some nice restaurant with a few friends and I have a card that reads go to the main room. Which I don't even know what it is. So I walk towards the kitchen and it leads up being some hotel room. There is a card and a chair. The card read: Sit here. So I did, then the white lights become red. (Yes spare me the Red Light Special jokes now...thank you) And a song starts playing. I feel a hand my shoulder and it was a woman who I don't even know just appears beside me. And when I say she was looking good, would be an understatement of epic magnitude. I will forgo the description,but I will say on a scale of 1 to 10, she be about a 99.

I hear this one song played, I never heard it before. But just one of those songs you heart at one of those strip-clubs, that you get a lap dance to - and for the sake of dragging this on more than necessary, I pretty much got the same thing. One song, one strip tease, one lap dance - one mind blowing experience. Or would had been if I didn't force myself to wake up. I know. I know. Something that good, why in the hell would anyone wake up. Just trust me on this, it's best I did. Besides, I was sweating more than a nun at a brothel. Needless to say, that I was up for the rest of the day and that was like 4 something in the damned morning. So I decided to listen to internet radio and you would not believe what song just came up and played? Yes you guessed it. It was that strip-tease song. (SPOOOOOOOOOOOKY) Well, it just thrown me back cause I could help about that dream from that one person who I do not even know have such an effect on me.

I recalled this to a friend and she said maybe it's the person who suppose to come into your life that is for you. To be 100% honest with you all, I really hope not. Why you ask? Well anyone who can just have that affect, and have me probably act like a damned imbecile, don't think I need to be meeting her. Then again, I know this person does not exist. Thank the yard gnomes for this small miracle. Since that one time, I probably had that same dream 3 times but I wake up before I ever get to that room. Get behind me temptress!I know maybe somewhere on this big mudball called Earth, this particular woman is roaming around, I would like to avoid her like the plague.

I will admit, this entry was allot harder to write than I would imagine. Mostly because something like this is a bit waaaaay too personal and a bit embarrassing. And who really wants something like this out. But I figured, writing it can exorcize the demon or something. Well now it's done. Typos and all. Now, what are the chances this fictitious person just happens to live in Dallas and just pops up while I go grab my morning coffee? Any betters???

Oh anyone who want to actually know what song that was playing. Here you go... Warning this will bump your speakers.

SAW

My Blog...version 2.00-yeah

I just felt the urge to redesign my blog and make it a bit more...hip, cooler and will take my mission to make it popular as all get out...mission 1 million readers...

No matter who wins...America is the loser..

and what do I mean by that? Is it some defeatist attitude of the election that is taking place today? No far from it. But, it is about the absolute nonsense, mudslinging, fear-mongering and voter bullying that has taken place leading up to today. And this is coming from the citizens not the candidates. How crazy has it been just to see how many get so irate and ready to literally go to war for the simple fact your views are so dissimilar from their own?

But, what is worse than that is the pure hatred that I have seen form many of one person over another. Let's be honest about this and let's keep it real here...there has been allot of hate on both sides of the political fence. Some just pure blatant than others - a few subtle and assuming innocent. All of it sad and pretty much pathetic.

As you go vote today, your choice is your own and your conscious be your guide. But, afterwards, think about something (especially those who were the voices of the bullying, fear-mongers and the like), should your candidate win, would you feel justified that your tactics is what carries the day to ensure the victory? You can pop out the bottles of champagne and celebrate knowing you must stoop to the most debase forms of the human conscious to get your point across? Then ask yourself this, should your candidate lose, would you feel all angered cause your plans failed, and now the final solutions of thought are made real? And what I mean by this is that been a gamut of reactions from political protests, people leaving the country, renouncing their citizenship, to the most asinine stands such as state secession. (Yes, some governors would have their states just say screw it, we will secede from the country.) To the most heinous part choice...war. I shall spare you the combatants within this one.

I say this, whoever wins, the nation has lost much of its own self-respect, and let's be honest, it has taken many steps back from the progress this nation has made. But, many ways, it just may shown the deep resentment of hatred that has truly never left the American heart. Whoever wins tonight, they will take the reigns of a house, a nation divided in ways that have never been and in some ways, never repaired. I only hope whoever does win can recognize this division and fix that first and foremost. Can't move forward on broken parts.

So while you are at the polls today, consider what I have said. With a divided house would you extend your hand out to help heal the rift?

Just a thought

SAW

Better being who I was, than who I wish to be...

Sometimes, you have to look at yourself and see how you once were, use it as a guide to find the path of where you wish to go; how you want yourself to be and other to perceive you. I sometimes look and think what the hell has happened. I wish that I can be that one person who used to be heartless and just not have a a care for anyone or anything. It made things in my life so much easier and whole less stressful. But many days, many times, one just feels a bit unappreciated - many times felt taken advantage on and used. But mostly, just feel as if as much as I am there for so many, yet never have the favor returned. Never try to force that I want to have any friend to talk, vent or help me when I am in need. Most run like roaches and can't do any help where I bend backwards to help others.

I can just say screw it, and close my heart and just become that person who was selfish, and non-caring. It made things so easier, and kept many people away.

How to piss off 2 schools without trying and Did she Really Say that?

Well I can pretty much say that today has been interesting if anything else. Out in my adventures of finding trouble, and having a lapse thinking that there was a football game today. (OOPSY) I took the train to do a few things and I have to admit being packed in a train with a multitude of people, feeling like a can of sardines was not my thing but oh well.

I have to also admit, the funniest things can be heard amongst the crowd. There was just group of sorority girls from some school out in Texas, I won' really say where...but you can find out if you watch the sports section. *snicker* You know those kind of girls that serial kills use as pin cushions in the horror movies. As I was heading to my stop this was what one was saying and I kid you now, was her exact words. "I hope that we don't miss our stop and end up somewhere in the ghetto. I don't know if I can make it and survive with those people." Hol' Up!!! Wait a second, and JUST ONE DAMN MINUTE. It took everything inside me to not just blow out and say something like. "Listen here Muffy, you have nothing to be worrying about. First off what you mean by "Those" people? And secondly, you don't have to worry about some pimps there whoring you out to guys for bags of weed and make you miss the pancake social tomorrow. Or have you violated in ways that you won't be able to sustain any fun in the frat party gangbang you will be partaking during your ecstasy binge.But we know that most of those girls there on that bus anyway would rather went to the hood anyway than partake in the slaughter their team endured anyway. But, they never would admit it and then get kicked out of the fun Pancake Social...sponsored by the Eye Felta Thigh sorority.

I will admit, that does look good right about now. I won't even lie. MMMMMMMMM NOM NOM!!

And the best thing about this whole excursion, was there was a group of people from both sides of the rivalry that were discussing how much their team is better and blah blah blah....I was asked who was I cheering for in this game. And as calmly as ever, I said well my team is anyone in the SEC. So be something like Roll Tide, or Hail State, or Chomp'em Gators, or Geaux Tigers. Or some of those schools that freed themselves from the Old Southwest Conference. You know like A & M or Arkansas. You could seen the look on their faces. It was as if I said the ultimate blasphemy or called each of their mothers the most vile of swear words. Now mind you, I was a serious as a heart attack. And there was a policeman on the train, who heard the whole thing and could barely contain his laughter. Poor guy wanted to be stoic as a statue but couldn't hold it in. Well my stop came and I was about to exit the train, luckily cause I think it would been the one time when two enemies were ready to put aside their differences and cause hell upon me. The policeman pulled me to the said and said, "Don't worry I got your back. I went to Georgia and it's SEC forever!"

Guess you know where my loyalties lie right??

Well now that was pretty much the sum of my day. But I am kind of hungry and got a hankering for some...

and a cold beer!!! gooooooood eats....

This is NO laughing matter...

I just had to share this with my people.

I heard that there is an epidemic that must be addressed. First from Dr. Oz and then from some crazy cults that it is absolutely appropriate to...ok breathe...breathe...that is it absolutely appropriate to laugh during those times of pure intimacy. To start laughing during those times in the bedroom. To put it bluntly - laugh during sex.

 Seriously, did I miss this memo? Was there some secret convention in some hidden underground lair in some vast city and I missed it? Since when - let me repeat SINCE WHEN!!!!!! has it been OK to laugh during sex? There are 2 and only 2 instances that it is allowed to laugh during sex.

1. Somehow the bed collapses in the middle and you are so shocked form the effort that you can't help but laugh. And even that is at the discretion of the person and situation on hand.

2. You role playing and one or both of you are dressed as a clown. And you getting banged out by Bozo, Pennywise, Homey the Clown, The Joker, then laugh.

I'm sorry, but this ain't a comedy show. This is some serious business and I don't give a damn about comfort or being relaxed enough to laugh it up. This is serious business. Folks are doing natural grown business and this is no laughing matter. Afterwards if you wanna laugh...well Benny HA HA HA all you want but during the episode, you better not laugh - think of laughing or try to laugh.

But really who in the hell going to just laugh. Oh yeah oooh yah yeah yea...HA HA HA HA HA HA! Sorry, laughing is pretty much a instant mood-killer. I don't give a damn if you got the best of Teddy Pendergrass and Marvin Gaye playing during a thunderstorm, on a bed of roses, with candle-lights burning. And things are getting hot and heavy and serious work is being put in and thangs are getting hotter than a South Texas heatwave. And out of the blue...it looks like you at the Improv! And there is some laughter.

And what do you say to this...

And no damn way...let me say this one more time. NO DAMN WAY YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO LAUGH!

Be going from "Let's get it on..." to "You better get the hell on..." in less than 3.4322 seconds.

I don't care what Comsmo, Dr. Oz, Dr. Ruth, The View, The Oprah Cult, or those folks at the Debutante Pancake Social says, if you get anything that resembles a

you will be getting an all expense paid trip out the door. Laugh during sexytime I swear...

And I mean that shit for real...HA HA!!!

SAW

If you want to make dollars, try making sense.

I been reading all this controversy with chik-fil-a or I would like to call it the overpriced KFC - in regards of its stance regarding homosexual marriage, and the massive divides this cause. I am a full advocate of free speech and the first amendment. And I respect both sides of this firestorm. And here is my stance of things: first I don't know if the CEO of chik-fil-a understand the first concept of business is you really don't want to piss off customers. You may be a company based on Christian principles but look at your wording - COMPANY. Companies make money, private or public company. You can have all the religious principles all you want and stand by your beliefs, but a bankrupt company. You can have all the supporters and days of support all you want, the negative publicity and backlash is already hurting business. No matter what people say about boycotts do not make a difference - they do. But I do ask yourself this question to those who stand behind the moral high ground saying that a company has every right to speak your mind. I have nothing wrong with that. As an American citizen, you have a right. But as a businessperson, you have to think what is the first and foremost reason to make any business? MAKE MONEY. I know some say money isn't everything, well you can just make chik-fil-a a free service or something like that and let's see how long that last. However, let me ask you this question, if this company has such a stance on this, where you think they will draw the line? What if they had a hardline stance against interracial marriage? They will find some religious verse to justify it. Believe me someone will find it somewhere.

And before I go on, you may as well know the next few lines of this will be extremely offensive. SO if you have a closed mind, easily offended, or extra judgmental please hit that X button to the right of your browser............THANK YOU!

And for all those hardline religious zealots that like to denounce others, fighting about the sanity of marriage. I have to ask yourself what is the sanity/sanctity of marriage? The traditional union of man and woman. Give me a break. I'm like this, you don't need any legal document to show marriage to anyone. Most of those marriage are built on stronger foundations than the traditional marriages. You can claim marriage in one's heart and no one can take that away. Makes you wonder just wonder do we ever learn the lessons of the past? Some say that integration was the End of America. Change the concept of race to sexual orientation and you have the new war. Fifty years later you think that we have progressed, take one step and take a jump back. Shake my head.

I hear so many people call other people abomination and their wanting to have something as simple as marriage abomination - and quote the bible as such. Funny there many homosexuals who are religious, go to church, pay tithes for the building fund. So why would you call someone who has a religious foundation as you, go to the same church as you and pray to the same God an abomination. How much of a hypocrite can you be.

And before you throw out the Bible verses you defend and whatnot, let me ask you this? (Get ready to be pissed off biblethumpers) You think the Bible you reading is the real BIBLE? Let's break it down shall we? The Bible has been edited, mistranslated, and rewritten. First by the Council of Nicea (which was a MANMADE council commissioned by man - not the divine, and who purpose was to solve everything from what is put into the Bible to the birth of Jesus (sorry to disappoint many people but December 25th was a date that was picked by the Council) Merry Christmas. Many of the books of the Old Testament were edited, many of the Gospels were lost because they were too controversial.

Next we can thanks King James for many errors and booboos...many more lost tales and parables. Most were just a big ad-lib to satisfy the needs of man, not the divine.

So before someone sends the Inquisition and have me burned at the stake for heresy and blasphemy. I just bring facts - the most dangerous weapon for ignorance is the truth. I don't carry a specific religion, I believe in a higher power, but religion is a man-made concept.

Ok those who still here and not ready to storm the gates - I know this is a hotly contested thing and there is no right or wrong. I respect the speech of everyone. And as a business you have a right to go there or not go there. Just as a business you have to think about your bottom line unless you don't care but know this those who annoy or customers - people will walk away. And in the end you may not only be closed on Sunday, but Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and you know the rest. Don't believe me. It only takes one person to make a movement start, one stone to start a avalanche.

Saw.

Looking at yourself, with different eyes

Sometimes we  have to look at ourselves through different eyes to see the truth. It's amazing just how the wisdom can be found from the mind of a child. A dear friend who was 6 years old at the time told me that. For a long time, I had to consider how can I do that. I never wanted or needed to see what anyone saw in me because I never cared what anyone thought or felt of me. Just a set of opinions that good or ill can be based on bias, ignorance, or pure stupidity. However, you have to think how you project yourself towards others is an indication of what you feel for yourself.

Many in a few ways see me as a pure pessimist; a negative nasty that only sees the dark side of everything and everyone. Far from that. I'm not a pessimist, nor an optimist. I'm only a realist that sees thing as what they are. No glass half full, or empty. I only case that there only half a glass. Which means that I either need more of a drink or I'm almost done with my drink. ONLY HALF! Plain and simple.

Some view me as over-cynical. While I am a cynic a heart. I always see the motives or agendas of everything and everyone. As the proverb says. A cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. Cause everything comes at a price. Even pure generosity has a price-tag. And it's not always monetary.

A few see me as a heartless bastard. The kind of person who thinks that I would throw gasoline on a burning person just to roast marshmallows on their smoldering corpse. I can be that way to only those that deserve it. I do not bring that person out unless it's absolutely necessary. I can be detached of emotion at times. Cause many times, emotion brings weakness; other times it blinds clarity - impairing judgement.

Those who have truly seen it, have the pleasure or displeasure to see the wrath that I can carry. I will admit I can be a very vindictive person and I can plan revenge with a patience of a chess master. Some believe that why do that when Karma can do it for you.Well I never depend on anyone/anything like that. I do all the dirt by my lonely. (street talk for I handle things my own) I can/have been a spiteful person and will balance hurt/pain with equal measure. I don't make many enemies, those that have that pleasure, usually don't stay there long for various reasons. And you can never know when or how or if I strike.

Even with all that, funny that most see me as a wise oracle, that just come with words of advise and wisdom. I don't know how I can be such a sage when I can't do the words that I give. But it's funny that those that don't know or do, teach. Many say age begets wisdom. I say experience grants wisdom. I know children that are wiser than people 5 times older than them. One person can live and understand things that you can only imagine or not even cope. Then again, the opposite can occur and you can relate or understand things others can not and be crushed by the weight they carry. I just understand the logic of many things. I am not saying I am perfect - far from it. I just have an old soul that seen alot, understand enough and if I can give any wisdom to anyone I will.

The final view, which I think is more important is that I'm a friend, loyal and true to those that know me. Who can look beyond the veils and masks that I wear (which is the most difficult thing to do) you can see just the real person I am. I am a villain, an ass and yes even a jerk. But, I'm just normal (whichever that is these days). Few can see it, fewer can understand it. Many who known me for years only can grasp. Some who known me a few weeks can strip it down and know just who I really am. But, those who do, know I'm a friend ride-or-die and true. Til you cross me - then it gets ugly. I been betrayed and burned a few times and those people are...well they not around. With that said, I got friends that known me since grade school and those that just met me are like well you just real with it. And that's just what it is and I am...

It was hard to try to view myself through different eyes but once I did, it seem that I am multifaceted. A cornucopia of contradiction - a paradox of puzzles - at the end look at me or I look at myself. I am ME. 

See me,

SAW

Quoted for Truth (with a dash of cynicism for taste)

If anyone knows me, they will know that I am a person who always finds the truth of enlightenment in many things. And quotes that have been passed down throughout the centuries are some of my most fertile grounds of extracting nuggets of joy and giving out the truth – of cynicism. Not things as they should be but how things are supposed to be.


I never been one who sees the glass as half full or half empty. I am usually the one who says who been drinking out of my damn glass and where is the bottle of tequila? So now I will give out a few more wonderful truth quotes that many have already said but with a twist of truth. These will be a bit random as always. You can guess the topics that will be thrown. Here we go…

1. Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend. – guess what a scandal, a shotgun, and an alibi can transform an enemy into a memory. Sorry the love thy enemy has never been a virtue.
2. Debt is the worst poverty.- probably the most truthful amount of words ever uttered. No complaint here.
3. Every animal is sad after intercourse. – Only if it’s done badly.
4. The darkest hour of any man's life is when he sits down to plan how to get money without earning it. – that is 9:42pm but that is the man who is ambitious .
5. Success is that old ABC-( ability, breaks and courage.) – Wrong it is Ambition, Brains, and cash!)

There you go…now go out and gain your dose of enlightenment.

We going to do it all night...the HELL you say!!

I don’t know where this whole notion of making love to your partner is suppose to be a whole night gala event. I just hear it so much in music – even the great masters of that slow jam preach of how they will take their loves and simply send them into such delights from sundown to sunup. Even Teddy and Barry who can probably be one of the few who can do it (mostly from their singing if anything else) say it. But, I just guess I’m more of the realist here. And I just have to ask myself – really? You honestly think that it’s going to be something like that goings on? And Moreso, who in the hell is going to put in that much time and effort?


It just behooves me, especially now days, the whole concept of all nocturnal nookie play is going be just that all night. I hear it from the rappers to the most sensual r& b singers. I guess it’s just a notion to sell a fantasy or they got powers of skill that can put most of the most hardcore of porn stars to shame. Maybe Johnny Gill and Ludacris are in the wrong profession and should be doing smut instead of serenading people.


I just like to know really, who going to be doing it like that and for that long? I know you always hear women say, “Oh I want a man who can go all night. Make me sing like a songbird in the morning.” And then you hear those braggart men say “OH yeah baby! We going to be at it all night. Don’t be making any plans to sleep. We going all night!” The HELL YOU SAY!!! Honestly, who got that much time? And who going to be able to manage such an Olympic feat. Unless all night is about that 45 minutes that you put in and then need the 8 hours of sleep. And ladies, let’s keep it 100 for a minute, do you seriously think that you able to go full speed, full blast with such an effort without cramping, complaining about this or that, or running out of Astroglide or whatnot?



I don’t know bout you all but, hell I got shit to do. You better get there before I do cause I am not bout to throw my whole left side trying to be like those fools on the songs or in those $2 romance novels and I sure as hell not going to be like those folks you see on the Lifetime movie network. Sorry, just ain’t going to happen. If you ain’t getting there by the time I do, you just going to be fresh out of luck with me. Bernie Mac said it best it’s a 1 round bout and folks get knock the hell out.




And before I get the plethora of comments saying, “Oh there is more to it than that it’s the foreplay the afterplay the talking or blah blah blah..” give me a damn break! Midnight or anything past that, only talking anyone going be saying is short, words usually consisting of four letters or less. And as I said many times over and I stand by this logic with everything I hold dear. Only difference between making love and having sex is 45 minutes. Yes, my people you heard me. 45 MINUTES!!!! Let that sink in for a moment for absolute emphasis…..ok now if those who don’t understand this or new to my blogs, let me give you a dose of enlightenment.



You can do all those things you read in every Comso magazine, Harlequin novel, love song and chick flick all you want. It can be candles, thunderstorm, bed of roses, hand holding, eye contact, baby oil and heavy smecking in the world. For 45 minutes. Because after that, it will not be any romance a going on. It will be that knock down drag down, better beat it like you stole something, Dear Penthouse Forum, multiple concussion and broken headboard sex. And I don’t give a damn what anyone else says. And I’m going to try to say this as easy as possible…you ain’t making love you F_________! You can fill in the rest. Thank you. Any questions? Good!



Now to sum up this tirade, I just going to say, who really is going to be putting this much effort and where is it suppose to be an all night event. Most of us only got 1 or maybe 2 good ones in us before we need good night sleep.And guys, don’t start bragging and say you can and those folks who think you can…be honest you not able. And if any celebrities (specially you singers) who just happen to venture here (like that will EVER happen) keep it real now...you not any Cassanova even if you pretend to be for the sake of selling records. There used to be a website that would truly rate those famous folks in their prowess. I wish I can remember it. Anyway, if someone says I wanna go all night. I’m saying only I’m goin all night is SLEEP!!! Better get there before I do or call for backup. Going all night…hell no we not!



SAW

When enlightenment strikes.

It is said that when enlightenment is obtained, you feel a universal sense of feeling and oneness with yourself and the universe. But, I kind of wonder is there a sense of a twisted darkside to it. There is always an yin and yang. The polar components of balance. What if the revelations that one obtains is one that can no doubt redefines the core being of a person.

I kind of feel that way as of late. Reaching an enlightenment and understanding that after a long time of contemplation and honestly a few conversations that the truth - the undebateable truth slaps you in the face like a mad girlfriend who didn't get that ring for Christmas. Seeing it you just feel you can have a sense of saying "Yes! I was right. The whole time I was correct." Yet, the sense of self-gloating has no mirth in it.

I will not go into this pyric victory of myself against the world. (Me 4 world 3 in overtime.) I will not speak of it. But those who know - know and that's that.

I always believed the powers of the universe have a sick sense of humor and a degrading sense of irony. The saying "Be careful what you wish for, for you just might get it." Does not apply to the secret desires of our hearts. For there is no lesson in things like that. There is no comsic morality tale in what we really want for a sense of happiness. Yet, the asking of the most selfish want, there is a billion and two acceptances of it and granting of the wish. Because, it will always be something negative attached to it. I think the proverb should say, "Be careful for the things you wish you want and never expect thing you need for you never will get it."

So with that said, why does it feel an empty victory when you proven some truths that you spent so long fighting, finally get the vindication - yet feels worthless. Was the fight so draining that you just have no sense of accomplishment? One always hear the greater the strugger the more significant and sweeter the victory. Feels a bit salty. And looking at it - I feel worse than ever. The truth has finally be told - the veil has been lifted and light is now drawn. It should be a bright day - and potential for great possibility. Yet there isn't.

If this is what enlightenment of understand is, I think there is bliss in ignorance.

Arrogance you have, fall on your face you will..

Without me getting into my Yoda - inner Jedi mode, I just sometimes have to ask myself how can some people have so much arrogance and total self-absorbed so completely that they can even walk. It sometimes behooves me that any human can have some a feeling of self-importance, it is only by a miracle of epic magnitude they do not even choke upon it, not saying that it would not be an improvement upon the population and honestly, it don't think that the human race can really miss such people.

Reason being, there just some folks that I have seen and interact with that have this notion that the world not only sun revolved around them, that the center of the know universe you will find them sitting there with a sign that says here I am...gaze upon me and rejoyce. And then think that every person male, female, robotic alien, and poltician just sooooooo wants them. And this is one quote that was said from said individual's own head: I make men leave their wives, women leave their husbands. Gay men seek pussy and women seek me.

I almost had to laugh at the nonsense. I had to break down and actually say a few words. Not only because I'm a person who loves to knock pedestals off people's asses but since I'm the bad guy, it's my job to do so. Such is my calling. I just had to ask is it hard on your neck holding your nose so high in the air? And are you scared of birds taking air-bomb poops down your face? Not that this person may be used to having things loaded on their face, "yes, I did go there!" I swear if it rains the idiot shall drown and I'll be almost ready to post it on youtube.

Being that this person had to defend their self and call me some jealous, insecure jackass. I had to respond in the colorful, smooth way that people have come to know and love (or loathe depending on who knows me). I'm like jealous of what? Someone who had their car repoed for having not paid note for almost 3 months? yeah I'm hating on that. Someone who lives for buying fake products and "claim" they are the real article. Oh yeah. I didn't know Coach has an "E" in it. I'm so so jealous of that. Seriously, the douche baggery of some people. Just feel they need to get past their egotism and come down that elite high-horse. And seriously take the broomstick out their ass.

So, my minions, if you know people like that and trust me, we ALL do, do yourself a favor and a public service, knock their chair off these people. If they won't take a humility pill, shove it down their throats. There is already global warming and most of these people contribute it with all the hot air they exude. Now I am off to find me a Coache bag for Mother's day.

SAW

In the case of absolute humor...

I am now..going to write.

Somtimes the funniest things are those that come from the most unexpected of quarters. I was talking to a friend and he had the tell me he received a call with an invitation to be on Maury and the first thing that came to my mind was he being thrown to the wolves and have some crazy episode of "You are the baby daddy!" And I just had to get a chuckle. I had to ask was there someone that you did the mattress mambo and become a father of some child. He never answered but I can pretty much bet the house, two cars and a big bag of California's best happy-grass that it is.

Now me being the supportive friend that I am (and one who is a champion sarcastic speaker) I had to go be on there, if so when and I want a ringside seat? Almost insultingly he said NO! Thing is that I just have to go think about the one repeat guest on the show who appeared on the show I can say about a dozen times and had about thirty or so potential baby fathers and broke down into fits of over-hyped hysteria when each and every one of them were not selected to win a baby from the maternal lottery. Screaming to each one something to the affect of "This is your child, I am dead serious! Can you see the resemblance?! Just like you and blah blah blah!" I just have to think after the twenty-ninth time that number thirty will be the charm. I even think that Maury was picked to take a test just to make sure that everyone was given a fair chance. We don't want any discrimination suits right??

When it was finally over, it was revealed that the one person who be the father was the father but sadly was dead. Kind of a sad hand that the deck of fate dealt. The greatest mystery since the Kennedy Assassination or how the Kardashians be famous for doing absolutely nothing (unless you call a horrible sex tape famous) was finally solved.

So now I am thinking what will happen to this one potential lady who wishes to find out this child as the father? Good question. Will she just force a hand or will she go down her laundry list of suitors? Call out everyone in her freak-a-dex and ship them to Hollywoodland just to have them sit in a studio being greeted by an audience of people condemning those men saying you know that is your baby and take responsibility. Yes those are the father ok, accept it, man up and do your thing. Bur, what of those who are the father? You hardly ever get any apology for the potential embarrassment, or any sort of redemption from the audience, host or whatever. And people wonder why when those guys George Jefferson strut out like they got a free three piece dinner from Wangs and Thangs. Which does sound good now. Who wants to bring me some wangs and thangs?

But it is funny how many will boo and jeer one man's triumph. Especially when one is not. Well, put it into this context if you can. How can one be so fast to condemn one minute then once they see a FUBAR so fast never to admit they made a mistake and not say sorry for the mixup? So fast to convict, so slow to acquit. But I always say if you going to air out your laundry in a public forum, be prepared for a lash of ridicule that will ensue - negative or positive. And me being the Villain that I am...I shall give my 2.3888 cents of humor, cheer and a good bit of cynical truth. All free of charge. What better deal is there right???

I know that most of those women just want to have a father for their child and I agree they should. But, seriously, are there not other, better avenues than going on a show to make a potential spectacle of millions. I kind of wonder is it for a few want to get that 15 minutes of fame and sadly 14 minutes and 59 seconds of it. And that last second is not going fast enough.

Well if I have to see if my friend changes his mind and if so, I'll be grabbing my popcorn and pepsi and see if Maury be saying...in the case of this child...is he the baby father...

Vegas says 5 to 1 it is...I will take that bet...

SAW

Why I do what I do?

I guess that is one of the most important questions one can ask. Why do you do what you do? The variety of answers are near infinite and based on serveral experiences and personal codes and creeds that one keeps in themselves. But in terms for this entry and myself, I was asked why do I post many of the anti-motivationals, caption pictures and customed made signs as I do. The answer is quite simple, because it is a true hoot to do so. WIth soo much negative stuff right now, there is a huge need of good mirth and humor more than ever. And it is I, the protector of comedy, who will give every bit of crazy, twisted and quasi-offensive humor that I can find or conjure up. However, it is funny how many can be so damn ready to jump through the political correctness hoop and find something offensive and ready to complain. I usually say don't like it move on, don't look, block or whatenot. But, many have to play the moral police and steer the social conscious ship towards stupidity. I for one will not allow such things to happen upon my wacth However, I find it funny how many try to play the social correctness card are usually the first to be guilty of worse. Many say one who lives in a glass house should not throw rocks. I usually say make sure you got a curtain over the bathroom. I mean really who wants to watch you poop? I sure don't. Anyone who knows me know I am a person who likes to take a good hold of humor and ride it like a $3 stripper and get my money's worth out of it. Which is usually $1.37 before taxes. Just who I am. Some are too high-strung or self-absorbed with their own sense of self-importance that they need to have a few things poked and prodded for a good cheer. Maybe that can get them to find a sense of humility. So whenever I post something it is usually for one reason only, ok maybe a few but mostly for a good laugh. I mean really some people need to have things examined from a comedic view. Stop being so serious all the damned time. So I say now, get your thumb our your ass, step off your high horse and partake in a good laugh. Cause not everyone is laughing with you - but at you and even so, have a laugh at yourself. I do. And I do this why?? well it's cause I can and need to. Carry on! SAW

I am back...kind of...(and a gift)

I know that it has been a while since I have graced the pages of my blog and for that I am sorry. But reality has been keeping me away from this place but now I am back and there have been a lot goings on and in the next few entries, I will share those experiences with one and all. But for now, I will just get this apology out of the way and share a few nuggets now.
I do hope that everyone is having a great new year so far. I wonder how many people have kept to their new years resolution. I am sticking to mine. I have made an effort to work on this book that I have been compiling in my head over the last year and some change. I kept notes and a few things of stuff from how I want it. I even made a soundtrack of music that I usually listen to for inspiration. You would be surprised in what tunes goes into my literary creation. Here is just a sample of artists and see how diverse it is:
Sade
Pantera
B.B. King
Young Jeezy
Chopin
John Williams
N.W.A
Dean Martin
Armin Van Buren
Robert Glass
Robert Johnson
Drowning Pool
Mozart
I would say Google them if you don't know who they are. But, songs here and there just gets me with the scene. I will have to give you a few background into what I am writing.

It's mostly an anthology of short stories based on this fictitious mega-city. Now when I say mega-city think of one city that composes the entire states of Texas and New York (now concentrate on that) Yes it has everything to robots, vampires, evil corporations and a partridge in a pear tree. Ok maybe not a partridge but it has a Red Robin and an IHOP (pancakes do sound good right now) Right now, I have a third of the first story finished and hope to have it completed within a week or so. I have set a goal to have the whole kabuddle done before December 21st. In case the zombie apocalypse does happen and I get kidnapped by undead strippers or something. muhahahaha

I do laugh at how people think that this world will implode on this day. If people just do some research and use some reason. the Maya had this date set as an end of a particular age. And a new one begins. Just like we are in the age of Aquarius (someone correct me on that mkay) there is no end of the world. Unless bad singers from American Idol do decide to find talent and People of Walmart rise up against the stupidity of themselves then it's time to flee the planet and head out to places unknown. Then again I think the end of the world was adverted by reason of conscious. Rick Perry decided to drop out from the President Race and I'm sorry - I think if you screw up a state as governor, you are automatically disqualified as President. But hell, name me a politician who hasn't screwed up things over the years and leave messes for their successors to clean up. For real though, we still fixing up Slick Willy Clinton's mess off that blue dress of poor Ms. Monica. But, I have a perfect solution for November's election, we should have a "None of the Above" option and if that many is voted, all candidates are dropped and a new set is picked and you have 45 days to kiss babies, make up empty promises and extort kickbackers to win the spots you are running for. Problem solved!!! Don't you think??

Well I think I have blabbled long enough. Who want's to read a small excerpt from my potential Pulitzer Prize winning work?? Ok maybe I am over-exaggerating: have a gander on this and let me know what you think and FYI this is a DRAFT mkay??

He always hated this place. He hated the crowds, the pollution and the crime. Yes, the crime was what he despised the most. However, for Enforcer-Sergeant Boris Kenshaw, crime was his mark in trade. Even after 35 cycles on the force, he hated the job being an enforcer; however he was a 5th generation officer, following his family in what most would consider the family business. However, in his time as an enforcer, he had never seen anything like this.

The bodies were mangled. Heads were smashed, limbs ripped asunder. The walls were painted with blood and entrails. At least two dozen of these destitute victims were found here just a few hours ago. Some unfortunate, maintenance man, trying to find a faulty generator, stumbled onto the bodies. He could only guess that this was either some sort of gang related attack or a sick ritual being performed by some of the machine-cults. Boris knew that both of these have been on the rise as of late as; more so than recently.

The death-examiners, a female wearing a black bodysuit and a mask scanned each body, or what was left of them. The corner-drones, large bulky monstrosities, prepared the corpses for removal on the large morgue carrier nearby. After a few moments, the examiner reached into her black satchel and pulled out a data pad, then punched a few key onto the device.

Her job completed, the death-examiner instructed all the corner-drones to deposit the corpses into the carrier. The enforcer walked toward the lady.

“So, what is the assessment,” Boris asked?

With a disdained look, the examiner began to reply. “This looks like a nothing I had ever seen. However, my first guess would be a sadistic ritual. The symbols on the wall seem to correspond with the idea.” She pointed to the largest mural, his head following the direction. “The symbols are a rendition of the Bloody Piston machine-cult. I have examined some of the bodies for any tats or brands. There was none. So I believe there probably kidnapped citizens or occupants of the Gutters.”

Boris nodded. He thought of her words. The Gutters, was a huge area where the homeless, the unwanted and the forgotten go to survive. It seemed like a likely place for cultists to kidnap or recruit for their evil means. “What could have been used to do such carnage?” Boris questioned.

The death examiner pulled out her data pad and punched a blue rune. A display of possible murder tools appeared. She offered the pad to the Enforcer. He looked at the images of death that could be used for such terror. “Shit!” The Enforcer exclaimed. He saw items like steam powered impact-hammers, diamond studded power saws, and ripper arms. All these tools were used in industrial construction, not destroying life as this. The death-examiner took back the pad that Boris offered. “I will compile the report for the MCD to investigate,” The woman said.

“I suspect that the Murder Crimes Division will have already sent a psychic by now…” Boris began to say just as two heavily armored men walked in. The men were carrying Riot Shotguns. Behind the men, a man in a white robe and a huge gray helmet on the crown of his head.

“It seems that they have arrived as we speak, madam examiner.” Boris said as he nodded to the guard captain.

“Captain Utalla, Murder Crimes Division.” We will take it from here Enforcer.

Boris never liked having his authority usurped, no matter how much he hated the situation he was in at the time. This would be no exception.

“This is my investigation, Captain.” Boris replied. “We have not completed our examinations, but you are always welcome to assist us…”

“Maybe I did not make myself clear, Officer.” Utalla hissed.

“Quite.” Boris replied in a low tone. “However, you do not understand, we are still under a primary investigation. Once we are completed, you can do whatever death-trances you see fit with your, “pet”. But until then, I will be in charge with this. If you have any problems, contact Commander Thompson. But till then, you can co-operate with us or be gone.

Utalla withheld the urge to unload the contents of his shotgun into the brash officer. He controlled his breathing and nodded.

“I mean no disrespect, but you are aware of the nature of the trances. We have to have the area clear before we can let loose the death-trancer. There can be complications and unforeseen results of this place are not clear. So please clear the area.”

“Very well,” Boris finally replied. “We shall clear the zone shortly, let me get my people out of your way.”

“We shall prepare the death-trancer.” Utalla said.

Boris turned and motioned everyone to clear the area, reluctantly. He had seen the death-trancers perform their work. If one can call what they do work. These poor individuals would scour the crime scene and take psychic images of the area from the minds of the freshly killed. To draw some mental picture of who could caused their deaths. The feeling that these psychics project onto others was a very uncomfortable experience and Boris known people to become insane from it.

Resigned to this situation, he needed to get away. When he got the all clear from his subordinates, he approached Utalla, who was with directing a crew carrying a cage that could contain only a death-trancer.

“The scene is clear, you can start whenever,” Boris said.

“Good,” Utalla said. “Now you can leave as well, we shall only be a few minutes and you can return to your investigation.”

“Fine”

Boris turned and walked away, mumbling a very unprofessional word or two under his lips as he did.

Utalla motioned for one of the technicians to open the cage. Steam rose from the enclosure as the bars slowly were lifted. A chill ran through Boris as he felt an intrusion touch his very soul. He could hear the commands of Utalla’s attendants take control of the death-trancer. Boris turned around to get a clear view of this individual. The trancer was female, wearing a vest of confining straps. Her hair was shaved bald and some electronic apparatus with blinking lights dancing across. Her body was wired thin; a full head shorter than Boris. He could not help but notice the two tattoos on her face: one of the letter “G” just under her left eye and the other, a skull protruding with rose petals on her right cheek. Boris recognized it immediately. A gang tattoo. She was one of the Death Rose gang, one of the most dangerous occult gangs in the city. Boris Kenshaw had dealt with the Death Rose before in his time as an enforcer. Ruthless, deadly and will not go down without a firefight to the death. Boris wondered how she was captured to be serving as a death-trancer.

He could see her handlers speaking to her as they guided her to the crime scene. The death-trancer began to speak incoherently. The handler and one officer behind her watching the trancer intently slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny, black box and pressed a red button on the top. As he did so, the device on the trancer’s head blinked red twice and went dark.

He turned to Utalla and said, “All is ready, Sir. We can begin now.”

“Do it,” Utalla demanded.

The death-trancer walked slowly around the murder scene, licking her lips as she toured the murder scene. It was only a few moments when she stopped at one body, a dead female no less than 20 years laid, her body missing an arm and most of her skull. The death-trancer closed her eyes and blew quietly. The handler approached closer, his one had on the black box. The enforcer, had a datapad in his hand, prepared to record any findings the séance may have.

Suddenly, the death-trancer wailed. Her eyes now wide and as black as any night sky.
“Run!” the death-trancer said to no one. “They are shooting at us. Please, don’t hurt me.” The trancer thrashed in her confines. They are so many, we must hide…”

“Who are they,” the handled questioned? “Describe them.”

“They are shooting, they killed Frankster!” The death-trancer wailed louder as she sputtered out the experiences of the dead victims. Boris could not feel a bit nauseated from it all. Just as he was going to leave, he heard a name.

“Spike-Shroud!” The death-trancer said. “Heavens it’s Spike-Shroud!”

Boris knew now who was responsible for this. Spike-Shroud, a man who name spoke fear in most of the citizens of the mega-city. A killer with the most sadistic appetite for hideous pleasures barring on the almost demonic. Spike-Shroud had been on the Enforcers most wanted list for almost as long as Boris has been on the force. So brutal in his methods, however he is almost impossible to apprehend. The only clear indication of identify marker from Spike-Shroud is the black shroud, spotted with blood from his victims and the “hair” made of small spikes, that given him his name. His gang of killers have terrorized Nineveh and its citizens, and the few who even tried to stand to him were brutally murdered. Even some within Boris’s own law-enforcement circle had given this monster a wide berth.

The death-trancer spoke more words and continued to flail around, the handler recording everything possible from this morbid endeavor.

“He speaks of the culling. He has taken Duke!” “The culling…help…”

Culling, Boris thought. What culling? As he tried to gather more of what the death-trancer was speaking, she fell silent, dropped to the ground and being to sob loudly. The handler walked to her and scanned her over with the black device he held.

“Well,” Utalla asked?

“It is complete,’ the handler said as he being to activate the death-trancers headpiece. “She manage to garner some information of the attack. It is Spike-Shroud and his gang.”

Utalla spat, “Oh well damn that psycho bastard to the four hells!” He walked towards the handler and the downed death-trancer. “And her?”

The handler looked at the readout displayed on his device and nodded. “She is fine, a bit exhausted but manageable. We can return her to her carriage. With that he motioned the guards to pick her up and slowly take her to the carriage. The death-trancer kept sobbing speaking under each cry, calling out for dead loved ones that fell to Spike-Shroud and his minions.

Boris could still feel the eerie chill in his bones. Now he knew who did this, now he has to find out why, what is this culling and how to capture this killer. All without being like these poor dregs that lay mangled and torn here.

Catching what’s left of his reserve he started to walk towards his squad car.

“Enforcer,” came a voice from behind. Boris turned around to see Captain Utalla marching towards him. “You can have your scene now, we have complete what we needed. But since this is Spike-Shroud we are dealing with, this will just be checked off as another ignored killing.”

Boris did not want to agree with this man, but Spike-Shroud has committed over six dozen murders over the past few decades: including the own President of the City and his entire family.

“I will find this bastard and serve him the justice he deserves,” Boris said confidently.

Utalla laughed at the notion. “I seriously doubt that, Enforcer. Many have tried to and ended up mounted on some wall or have body parts sent to their next of kin. Trust me on this, it’s best to leave it be. Spike-Shroud is a killer that…”

“Save it,” Boris interjected. “He is human, and any human can be dealt with.”

Utalla shrugged and turned around to leave. “If you are so determined to be on the Fallen Wall, I can tell you that some of his “associates” frequent the Living Sin club in the Hiker District. You can start there, however, I caution you greatly to leave this alone.”

Boris knew of the place and the area. The Hiker District was mostly a grand industrial park; most of the manufactories have been abandoned to be left for the lost and the lawless. And a few of the buildings have become popular night spots for the socially unacceptable. But looking at the time on his watch, he knew his shift would soon end. He will start on his investigation into this string of murders tomorrow. Right now, he needed a good night’s sleep, after a drink that is.

More to come later.

SAW