(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.
“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.
https://theferalirishman.blogspot.com/2020/11/if-you-were-brainwashed-into-believeing.html?m=1I 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!!!
♧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.”