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(Fiction) December 19th 2020

She’s been in there for two days now, mask on to answer the door and working from home. Won’t even go out to get groceries: has them delivered to her doorstep.

I’ve been watching since the 14th. Well, longer actually, but full stalk the last five. When she wrote that article in The Nation, I was done waffling. She became my target. One of many, but the closest one to me.

Here comes her daily delivery of that crap she calls food. Never have understood how people think they can subsist on beansprouts. Good to build up vitamin C in winter time, but thats about the only advantage.

“Hey, man. Do you have the time?” I say as I approach the delivery boy near the corner. I made sure that there wasn’t a spot in front of the house so he had to park out of sight. A big white work van and some traffic cones do wonders and the sheep don’t seem to question such things, even though there are no markings on it.

“Yeah, hold on,,,,” he says as he shifts his load around to pull out his phone. That’s when I slip the ether soaked rag in his face and slid around behind him to hold him, and drag him into the alley. He’s gonna have a hell of a headache since the ether I’m using was starting fluid in a can 5 minutes ago. Gotta move quick. Shirt and jacket off. Zip-ties to wrist and ankles. Slap duct tape over his mouth. Since its cold, I toss an old ratty comforter I found in the trash over him. Slip on his shirt and jacket grab his bags of her delivery and head to her house.

“Where’s Justin?”

“He was loaded up and asked me to help out. We’re swamped right now with the curfews and lockdowns. ” I say from behind my mask covered face. She swings the door a little wider so she can get the bags from me. I use the slip to barge the door out of her hands as I shove the bags into them. Her reflexes kick in, grabbing the bags, as I shove her further inside and slap that ether covered rag into her mouth as she starts to scream. I quickly, but gently close the door behind me. I’m in overdrive, moving faster than she can think and my moves are practiced; hers are pure reaction.

“I’m not going to make a big production of this.” I say to her as I knock the bags out of her hands and cover her mouth to keep her from spitting the rag out. I can see the ether is kicking in a little but most of it has evaporated. Likely she’ll feel fuzzy-headed, but it won’t knock her out. Good. I want her to know whats happening. “Since you and yours have decided that laws mean nothing, me and Mine find your terms acceptable. I am now your jury, judge and executioner.” Her eyes go wide and she starts to struggle. I grab her by the back of the neck, pinching the tendons there, HARD. I can hear her squeak through the rag. Walking her through her kitchen, facing that very same alley where poor Justin is sleeping the sleep of the innocent, I grab up the longest knife from her knife block. Her eyes go even wider seeing this.

I slam her back against the door to her pantry, slamming that knife through her throat, spine, and into the wood door. Immediately she starts gurgling but can’t talk as that knife is right through her larnyx. I pull the rag out of her mouth.

“Welcome to the world you created by spreading lies as truth. Sentencing complete. ” I say as I press a small .22 cal pistol in the center of her forehead and pull the trigger. The sound is muffled as the expanding gases follow the bullet into her skull. I hear her sinuses ‘pop’ from the overpressure and blood starts flowing from her nose and ears. Her body twitches but doesn’t fall, suspended by that knife stuck through her throat into the door.

I drop Justins shirt and jacket to the floor at the foyer, lock the door and exit. I have no idea whose van I stole yesterday and leave it where it is in front of the girls place. One more misdirection in whatever investigation follows when they find her. I swing around the other direction to where my car is, 3 blocks away. Just another nobody headed home before the curfew starts.


The simple solution.

Note to the DNC: if ya gots nuttin ta hide, then allow a full recount, allow a third party, unbiased set of observers to watch. I’m sure there are some countries out there willing to offer such up, if it would shut down the turmoil.

I am quite certain that the entire country would understand and abide a delay in a SOLID answer to the shitstorm that has brewed out of this Selection cycle.

If you have nothing to hide, whats the problem?

But NONE of that is gonna happen. Why? Because “they won”. Doesn’t matter one whit if it was by hook and crook, or honest means. Not one: they got the votes and to hell with the rest of us for making the last 4 years a living hell for them. tried reading some screeds from the other side, one of which was at a site curiously named “The Soapbox” . I can’t finish any of the articles. Ever. The circular logic is deafening. I recall a philosophical argument about brainwashing and if someone were brainwashed and taught that everyone else was but they were normal, How could you show them the error?♧

I’m sure those on the left feel similar to me from an opposing POV.

And thats THE problem. Not the stolen Selection, not the hypocrisy of swallowing state lies and “living free”. The problem is that we are two entirely different mindsets with ZERO common ground anymore. We may speak what at the surface sounds like the same language, but isn’t. We live in the same neighborhoods and our kids (used to ) play on the same teams. But we are NOT THE SAME.

I’ve stated it and stated it time and again; WORDS HAVE MEANINGS, and to twist those meanings is the first bulkhead of progressivism. When I say ‘Science’, I am talking about a system designed to test theories, and if proven false, chuck it and come up with a new one. When Progessives say it, they have proven time and again the theory is all and will alter the tests to “prove” the theory.

Sounds more like a religion to me.

The chasm was widening before March, then Mr Floyd helped kick off more crap, (and I still feel that was a narrated event, blown out of proportion) and shit started doing the San Andreas Fault boogie. Divisions aren’t just in areas of the country, but within FAMILIES. There is one in my family that I am avoiding right now because of this situation (and her ‘sensitive nature’) . We are where we were in 1860, with families splitting over ideology.

And what really blows my mind the most? THEY FUCKING TOLD US THEY WERE GOING TO DO IT!!!! And now the Left-tards are singing that tune like it were a fucking Gospel sent down from heaven: ” we knew you’d say the election was stolen, now get out!!!”

When Obama won, I raised Cane, but not because I thought it was a scam election but because I could hear the double entendre of his words. The man was (is) a Master Orator, and people heard what they wanted to hear and not his real meanings. “Fundamentally Change ” is EXACTLY what we got and NOT FOR THE BETTER. We are at war with each other now. And if you try to tell me we aren’t, you need to take a trip to Portland or one of the other hotspots. (And look close, if you see a talking head in one of those places, 10:1 they are sporting body armor under that dress shirt and windbreaker.)

And that war has been very one sided, but if things keep rolling like they are, it will not stay that way. And as Sarah said, and I’m paraphrasing here: When we (conservatives) flip, its brutal and nonstop until completion. What does that mean? Go ask Hitler, or Mussolini. Go ask the Japanese soldiers on the islands of the Pacific.






Call the Congress critter of your choosing. Suggest that a recount is in order because an honest election wouldn’t have a problem, but to resist a recount means there are things to hide.

Trust me. That whole city has a shit ton of stuff they want to keep in the dark, and this election was just as much about that as it is a slap in the Face to the Trump Deplorables.

And just to clear the air, no, I didnt vote for Trump, I voted Libertarian. I KNEW this shit was gonna go off the chain and it didn’t make one three hundred millionth of a percent difference WHO I voted for. Remember, THEY TOLD US WHAT THEY PLANNED, AND WE DID NOTHING TO STOP IT!!!

H/T to BIG Country

♧I never had a good answer to it, and still don’t. I know I am not because I question literally EVERYTHING on a daily basis, even my own stance. And I do change my opinion when confronted with REAL EVIDENCE, not just feelings. Its has allowed me to evolve from that robotic mindset I was in 12 years ago to where I am now. And in those 12 years, I have learned more than I care to, about how truly evil a very small group of people are, and worse; how much control they influence.

A short fiction?

​November  10th  2016, In a  darkened room  somewhere  on the  east  coast,  Hillary  is  staring into  a  computer monitor. 

“Ms  Clinton,  and how  are  you  tonight  dear?”  comes  a  voice  from  the  speakers.

 “I’d be  much  better if you  had  held to  your  end of the  deal  and  I had been elected.   Whats  with  this  Ms Clinton anyway?   You have  always  used  my  first  name.” 

“In truth,  its  a  diplomatic  way  of feigning polity  in  a  conversation.    To be  honest, I am  not  at  all happy  about  the  current  situation.” 

“You think!”  screeches  Hillary.  “  I was  supposed to  be  the  first  woman  President  of the  United  States, and  here  I am  having to  concede  to that  womanizer.    What  happened?  This  was  supposed to  be  in the bag?” 

“We did  everything  we  could on our end, but  the  voters would not  have  accepted the  outcome  we had  in mind.   The  actual  votes  for Mr.  Trump  exceeded even  our most  outlandish predictions.   The actual  counts  before  our manipulations  had  him  at  73% of popular vote.   Your supporters  only accounted  for 15%.    There  was  no way  we  could flip  that  many  without  drawing an  inordinate  amount of suspicion  on our end.”

 “15%?!?!?!  My  people  Love  me, there  had to  be  more  than that!” 

“Sorry  Ms, Clinton, I am  only  being  honest  here  to show  you  that  we  tried what  we  could,  there  was  just no way  that  we  could  accomplish this  without  tipping our hand.” 

“Well  I sure  hope  that  you  have  a  solution  for all  of this, because  when that  man  takes  office, people are  going to hang.    He  won’t  back  down on that  promise  to the  people  to fix the  corruption  he  claims  is rampant.”

 “We  do, and  you  will  be  well  taken care  of, no worries.”

 “So where  am  I going, there  is  no way  I can  stay  here.   That  man  will  have  every  law  agency  working overtime  to find every  last  bit  of dirt  on myself, Bill  and  Barry. ”

“Don’t  worry.    There  is  a  team  enroute  to  you  as  we  speak,  to help  take  care  of the  details.  One of your own people  is  a  part  of that  team  now  and  he  will  fill  you  in on the  details.” 

“Good.   I want  out  of this  stinking  country  with  its  rednecks  and  hillbillies.   How  long  before  I know?”

 “It  will  be  shortly,   Your man is  going to  give  you  details  just  before  the  team  gets  there.” A soft  click  is  heard as  a  door opens.    A  large  black man  in a  suit  peeks  in and clears  his  throat. “Hillary,  its  time  for your meds.   Are  we  able  to do this  right  now?” 

“Give  me  a  minute  Tom.” 

“Sure  thing Ma’am” He  steps  back  out, closing  the  door behind  him.

 “Ms  Clinton,  go ahead  and get  your meds, I can wait.   There  is  more  that  needs  said yet.”

 “Ok, this  won’t  take  but  a  minute;  Tom  is  the  best  at  this, and  that’s  why  I kept  him  on-board  even if  is he  is  a  man and  black,”   Hillary  says  as  she  gets  up from  her chair  and proceeds  to  the  door. 

“Tom,  go ahead  with the  meds, but  keep  an eye  out  for a  group that  is  supposed to  meet  us  here please.”    Tom  approaches  her and  administers  a  hypo  into  her upper shoulder,  then hands  her a  cup with  some  pills  and a  glass  of water.    After  she  swallows  the  pills, she  grabs  the  door frame  and  Tom grabs  her left  arm  to support  her.   Her eyes  go wide, looking  at  him, but  she  says  nothing.    Tom  then assists  her back  into the  darkened  room  and puts  her back  in the  chair  facing  the  screen.

 “Ms  Clinton,  I am  sorry  about  the  way  things  have  turned  out, but  I can’t  say  I am  sorry  about  what  just happened.”  says  the  voice  from  the  computer. Wide-eyed,  Hillary  looks  at  the  screen, then  to  Tom, and  back. 

“Tom,  the  rest  of the  team  will  be  there  in 20 minutes.    At  that  time,  make  the  calls  from  the  list  I sent you.    The  Team  will  take  care  of the  details  I need  addressed,  You just  need  to continue  playing the role  you  have  been.” 

“Yes  Sir.    It’s  been  a  pleasure  sir.” “Indeed, it  could have  been a  more  pleasant  one, but  good people  make  the  worst  more  bearable.”

 “bu-bu-bu,,,,,”  burbles  Hillary,

 “As  for you  Ms  Clinton.   I told  you,  no worries.   Where  you  are  going, there  will  never be  any extradition.   You won’t  have  to  worry  your little  head  about  doing  any  time  in  a  prison, nor hanging by the  neck in  public.    I think you  would thank  me  for this  little  outing, as  it  will  be  much less  painful than  the  outcomes  you  could receive  from  the  hands  of your fellow  countrymen.” 

“I was  s-sup,,,”  Hillary  gasps, her face  taking on a  mottled look  as  her  blood pressure  starts  to soar.

 “Yes, yes, you  were  supposed to be  President,   you  were  supposed  to do great  things  in  the  name  of progress, and socialism.    You were  going to remake  the  US  into Hillary-land,  and everyone  would  be happy  and get  along  after  the  purges.    Yes, yes.  Unfortunately  for you, your greed  and power hunger overrode  propriety  and you  crossed over too many  lines,  needlessly  exposing  the  machine  behind your power.   The  team  that  is  coming is  to sanitize  any  and all  traces  of that  machine  from  your  world leaving only  the  dirt  that  you  made.    We  will  not  be  exposed, but  you  will  have  a  place  in history,  just as  you  wanted.” 

Hillary  is  going  pale  at  this  point  as  her heart  has  started  to prolapse  and is  unable  to keep the  blood flowing.   Even so, there  is  still  life  in her eyes, as  tears  start  to  fall  down her  cheeks.

 “Well, Ms  Clinton.  I see  its  time  to  say  good-bye.   Enjoy  the  trip  down,  The  real  Boss  is  ready  to  make your acquaintance  in  person.”