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AND NOW ONE OF THE GREATEST CREATIONS OF MANKIND. THE BOOK THAT CHEWS UP ALL OTHER BOOKS AND SPITS THEM OUT.  YOU WILL LITERALLY CRAP YOUR PANTS AFTER READING THIS BOOK BECAUSE IT WILL SCARE THE CRAP RIGHT OUT OF YOU.  FROM THE DARKEST REGIONS OF ANYONE'S MIND,

BUNNY EATIN' GEORGE.

Chapter 1: Suspicion

     This is the story of a farmer.  A simple man whose only goal in life was to grow large chickens.  He lived just outside a small town in a farm community with his twin brother Joseph.  My lips have to remain silent as to the name of the town.  I can not be part of changing what is to come or altering what was.  It wouldn't do any good anyway.  The world goes on as it has.  Stopping one tragedy will lead to another.  What has to come will come.  Satan is alive and well on the planet earth.  The people of this good town didn't like George and his brother very much.  What they were about to do to George was cold hearted and evil.  Perhaps they are responsible in a way but George transcends them in every way.

     It was well know in town that George and Joseph had a small lab in addition to their chicken farm.  The people in town spread all kinds of rumors about these rich farmers and what they did in that lab of theirs.  Because no one in town liked them, they were labeled as mad scientists.  George and his brother Joseph were way too successful at raising the best and largest chickens.  The rumors were fueled by jealousy and the fact that the brothers were practically hermits.  While other farmers were suffering financially, they were excelling and making more money than ever.

    The rumors brought two old friends together--Sarah Gibson and Ray McKellar.  Ray was convinced that the brothers were experimenting with and harming animals.  Ray was quite active in fighting for the rights of animals.  He had called on his friend Sarah, who was an FBI agent, to collect more information.  They met in a local restuarant.  Sarah had the information Ray wanted.  It is amazing how circumstancial evidence can seem to verify one's own theories.  If a person is already convinced they know the truth, just about everything can be used to support their theory.  Things were not looking too good for George and Joseph.

            “Ray,” Sarah said.  “ It appears you were right about those twins.  There is definitely something fishy going on at that farm.  You were right to call me.”

            Ray responded, “I’m glad you came.  I’ve been worrying about what goes on at that farm.  So, they are up to something.  What did you find?”

            Sarah replied, “I found orders for forty different types of chickens, fifteen-hundred rabbits and three monkeys.  All this happening in just the last year.  What would chicken farmers need with that many rabbits?”

            “I knew it,” Ray exclaimed.  “They’re experimenting on those animals.  Those poor rabbits.”

            “I know Ray,” Sarah said.  “I’m the law and there’s nothing I can do through the law but I’m going to look the other way this time and help you.  I don’t think that these old coots should be doing this and I will help you stop them.”

            “Thanks Sarah,” Ray said.  “People like this don’t deserve to live--torturing poor defenseless animals and conducting experiments on them.  I hate people like them and they’re right here in our back yard.  I’m so close to this.  I have to stop it.”

            “Ray, I have a plan.  In three days, we strike.  We will expose and destroy them.  We’re talking about two old hermit loons and thousands of animals.  Five years ago they were suspected of buying controlled chemicals but nothing ever happened because of lack of evidence.  There’s no way we can let this continue.”

            “Thanks a lot Sarah.  I’m glad somebody cares enough to do something.  I can’t believe we’re really going in in three days.  I really want to see what evil things these monsters have been doing.  Somebody’s gotta look out for the little guys.  Again, I’m glad at least you care.”

            “Ray, you take care now.  I have to go back to work.”

            “See you later Sarah.”

            It’s amazing what circumstantial evidence can do.   Two fools were about to go in and save poor defenseless, cute little bunnies.  I was never one for rabbits but George and Joseph were—in a different way.  While people love their cute little bunnies, so did George and Joseph—in a different way.  What is it about rabbits that makes people think about cute and cuddly things when they see them.  Did you know that some rabbits will eat their own young?  What happens to them when their feeding devices get clogged?  They gnaw away at each other until the situation is fixed.  George has shown me bunnies gnawed to the bone by each other.  Are rabbits cute? No!  They are smelly, gruesome and wild monsters.  George showed me how they cannibalize each other.  I hate rabbits now as much as I hate George.  If you are what you eat, George was a rabbit.

            Sarah and Ray had no idea what they were to unleash on this world.  A chain of events was about to occur that would affect many lives—many, many lives.  The old cliché is “good intentions pave the way to hell.”  Their intentions were not bad.  Sarah and Ray were good people.  They thought that the evidence proved their own theories and they were going to act on it.  Sarah and Ray were good people drawing wrong conclusions.  They had convicted George and Joseph although these men had no chance to speak for themselves.  They were going in beyond the law on a seek and destroy mission.  Laws were made for reasons.  Reasons that could have prevented this tragedy.  Without a fair trial, George and Joseph had no way to speak for themselves.  To
Ray and Sarah, the numbers did the talking.  Woe to those who do not think things through.    Three days later, in a field outside of town, two misguided fools were spying on George and Joseph with binoculars.

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Chapter 2: Disaster

            “Ray,” Sarah said as she bumped him.  “It’s been an hour since they went into the house.  They turned out the lights forty minutes ago.”

            “Good,” Ray said.  “Is it time now?”

            “Yes it is.  It should be perfectly safe for us to make a move now.”

            Sarah and Ray walked through the field and down to George and Joseph’s lab.  In just a few seconds, they were in.   Though, without their knowledge, the lights in the house went on just as they turned the lights in the lab on.  Sarah and Ray didn’t realize that they had triggered an alarm.

            “Wow!” Ray exclaimed.  “They really are mad scientists.  Look at all of these test tubes.”

            “I don’t see any animals, though, Ray,” Sarah said as she continued to look around.

            Ray didn’t pay attention, though.  He had already started smashing everything in sight.  He pulverized everything he could see.   Ray picked up a container with a double valve on it and cut it open with a knife.  Being the fool that he was, he poured the contents down the drain without a conscious.  Sarah, though, was getting worried and  spoke up.

            “Ray! Stop it!” Sarah yelled.  “There are no animals.  I think we may have made a mistake.”

            “So where did all of the animals go?” Ray asked.  “They should have fifteen hundred rabbits.”

            “Ray, something tells me if they experiment on animals, there would be animals in this lab.”

            At that moment, Joseph slammed the door open and he was holding a shotgun.  George was right behind him.

            Joseph yelled, “Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doin’ in my lab?”

            Both Sarah and Ray pulled their guns.

            Sarah replied, “We’re with the FBI.  Put down your weapon.”

            Joseph angrily replied, “You are in my lab.  Where the hell is your warrant?”

            Before Sarah could reply again, Ray fired his gun and shot Joseph in the head.  George fell to his brother but it was too late.  Joseph was lifeless.  He was dead.  At that moment, Ray dropped his gun.  Sarah didn’t panic, though.  She continued to hold her gun up.

            She turned to Ray and grumbled, “Sit down and don’t do anything else!  You’ve screwed up enough already!”

            Then she turned her attention to George and said, “Sir, please stand up and raise both hands.”

            George rose with his hands in the air.  Tears were pouring down his face.  He had loved no one more than his brother Joseph and now he was dead.

            Sarah said, “Sir, please sit down right over here.”

            George sat on the chair still crying.  Sarah looked over at Ray and threw him a pair of cuffs. 

            While pointing at George, Sarah said to Ray, “Cuff him.”

            Ray cuffed George and then Sarah pulled a chair up in front of him.

            Sarah asked George, “Which one are you—George or Joseph?”

            George looked at her and cried, “Why?”

            Sarah replied, “I will get to that later but you sir have to tell me who you are first.”

            “George,” George said while wiping tears from his face.

            “George,” Sarah said.  “Your lab has been under investigation for some time now.”

            George interrupted her and said, “For what?  We haven’t broken any laws.  The FBI wouldn’t smash evidence.  You’re lyin’ bitch.”

            “Calm down George.  You’re answering my questions.  It doesn’t work the other way around,” Sarah said.

            With anger in his voice, George said, “Ok.  I’ll answer your questions.  I have nothing to hide but I think you do.”

            “What is the lab for?”

            “None of your business,” George yelled back.

            “You said you would answer!  Now answer the question.”

            “It’s for our chicken research or should I now say my chicken research since you killed my brother. “

            “Where are the chickens?” Sarah asked.

            “In my farm,” George replied.

            “Then there are no chickens here.  Is that what you are trying to say?”

            “Right.”

            “How can you research chickens here without any chickens?”

            “Let me explain,” George replied and paused for a few seconds.  “We don’t always need to have chickens in the lab.  Our research is done primarily with the sperm and eggs, which we genetically alter.  Although we do need chickens for the tests, we do not harm any animals.”

            Sarah cut him off and asked, “Why did you need fifteen hundred rabbits for your experiments?”

            “Rabbits?” George said with a puzzled look on his face.  “We have a small rabbit farm for personal use.  You do know that some people eat rabbits.”

            Sarah asked, “Where are the rabbits?”

            George replied, “We ate most of them.  There are still a few in the barn.”

            This time Sarah looked puzzled and said, “You ate them?”

            “Yes.  I ate them.  I love the taste of a good rabbit.”

            “You can’t expect me to believe that.  That’s bull.”

            George responded, “Unfortunately, you killed my only witness.  You know what’s bull--you assholes killing my brother.  We hadn’t broken any laws.”

            “I’m sorry about your brother but he failed to put down his weapon.  Let me ask you, where are the monkeys?”

            “You mean my pets.  They’re in the house.”

            Sarah turned to Ray shaking her head.  It was her first sign of regret and also her first sign of frustration.

            You could hear this in her voice as she looked at Ray and said, “You shouldn’t have smashed anything.  Now we have nothing.”

            George cut in and said, “You idiots.  These are dangerous chemicals.  You’re lucky I can clean and neutralize this stuff.  If some of these chemicals got out into the world who knows what bizarre mutations could occur.” 

            Upon hearing this Ray whimpered, “What if it did?  Where does your drain go?”

            George yelled, “You fools!  What have you done?  Did you pour something down the drain?  What exactly did you pour down the drain?”

            “This,” Ray responded as he picked up the container that had the double valve.

            “Oh No!” George shouted.  “That’s one of the concentrates we work from.  Unless altered in different ways, it could produce an eighty pound chicken with fifty pounds of tumors.”

            Sarah entered in and asked, “Where does your sewer go?”

            George answered, “We have a pump that pumps it down to the old sewage plant.”

            Ray looked relieved and said, “Nothing lives there.  We have nothing to worry about.”

            With a mean look in his face, George said, “You’d better hope so.”

            Remembering what George had said earlier, Sarah said, “You said you could neutralize it.  Why don’t you just pour neutralizer down the drain?”

            George, shaking his head, replied, “It’s too late.  Impurities in the water will neutralize the neutralizer before it can neutralize all of the spill.  You’d better hope you’re right and nothing lives there.”

            Sarah waved her gun and said to George, “Why don’t you pour the neutralizer down the drain anyway?  It couldn’t hurt.”

            George got up and opened the refrigerator.  He picked up a two gallon container of some yellow liquid and poured it down the drain.  After he had poured it down the drain, he turned the faucet on for thirty seconds.

            George turned to Sarah and said, “It’s a wasted effort.  Only time will tell.  Am I under arrest?”

            “No,” Sarah responded.  “I have no evidence but you are not to blame us for your brother.  I identified myself and your brother failed to drop his weapon.”

            George sighed and said, “Yah! You found nothing.  We didn’t nothing wrong.  You invaded our lab.  I call that murder.”

            Sarah lied through her teeth and said, “We came here to investigate you and yes I do have a warrant.  It was based upon an informant.”

            George replied, “Bull! Who could have informed on me and my brother.  We lived very private lives.  Just leave!  You’re lying through your teeth.  I just want to lay my brother to rest now.  Leave!  Let me get this cleaned up.  I’m going to speak to the Sheriff in town.  This aint right.”

            “You do what you want.  We’ll leave and we will report to the Sheriff tomorrow, “Sarah said.  “I am an FBI agent and the death was justifiable.  I’m sure the Sheriff will understand”

            Ray and Sarah left and George picked up the phone book.  He found the number to the Sheriff’s office and called.  He was sure they had broken the law.

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Chapter 3: Sheriff Larry Butler

            Rising out of a deep sleep, the Sheriff picked up the phone.  He was not happy about being woken up.

            He answered, “Hello.  You’re lucky the phone is transferred here at night.  What can I do for you?”

            “I’m calling to report a break-in and murder.”

            “That’s certainly not what I expected.  You’re not playing a prank are you? This is a peaceful town.  What is your name and where are you at?”

            “I’m at the chicken farm outside of town.  My name is George.  They broke into our lab and destroyed everything.  Then they had the balls to say my brother Joseph wasn’t murdered by them.”

            The Sheriff grumbled, “I know who you are.  I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

            They both hung up their phones and the Sheriff got dressed.  He then headed out to his car and started to the chicken farm.  On the way, Sarah and Ray passed him on the road.  They immediately turned around and followed the Sheriff back to George’s place. They both arrived there together.  It didn’t take long for the Sheriff to recognize who had followed him out to the farm.

            The Sheriff yelled out, “What are you doin’ here?”

            Sarah responded, “This is my case.  We were here investigating earlier.”

            Then the Sheriff asked, “What’s this about a murder?”

            Sarah responded, “One of the subjects failed to drop their weapon so I fired at him.  It’s unfortunate that I had to kill the subject.”

            With a smile on his face, the Sheriff said, “Good shot.”

            A little puzzled Sarah asked, “What do you mean?”

            “George and Joseph are to blame for my brother’s farm going under.  I hate these jerks.”

            “Oh.  I guess I understand,” Sarah said.

            “What do you have on these assholes?” the Sheriff asked. 

            Sarah responded, “Nothing at the moment.”

            The Sheriff didn’t seem to mind and said, “Seems like justifiable homicide to me.   As far as I’m concerned, you two are in the clear.

            All three of them walked to the lab and went inside.  George was just sitting there crying.  He was still in shock over the whole thing.

            Without emotion or sympathy, the Sheriff said, “George, the situation has been explained to me.  Clean up and bury your brother.  I’ve ruled this a justifiable homicide.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home and back to bed.”

            George didn’t say a word to them.  He didn’t even look up.  He sat there crying.

            The Sheriff said, “Come on George.  Cheer up.  At least you’re not dead.”

            George still didn’t say a word.  Both hands were on his face and he continued to cry.

            Tired and wanting to go home the Sheriff said, “Look.  You two had this coming.

The times have been tough for all of us in the area but not for you.  Somehow you two cheated the system.  Now you’ve paid the price.  We are going to leave.  Clean up this mess.  You had it coming.”

            As they all left George cried, “Why?”

            The three of them left and ignored him.  Although George and Joseph were guilty of no crime, they had already been convicted.  They weren’t responsible for anyone losing their farm.  Their success was from hard work.  Jealousy can be such an evil tool of the devil.  It clouds the mind from the truth and creates its own truth, which is actually a lie.  Though George didn’t know this, the Sheriff’s attitude towards him was typical of how the town felt.  George buried his brother and sold the farm.  No one in town cared.  They felt that justice had been served.  A rich George disappeared from sight.  Little did the town’s people know that he was just ten miles away.  As for the town, they didn’t see George for three months.  Soon January became April and everyone involved was sure they were in the clear.  I used to not believe this but God sees all.  Eventually, what comes around goes around and if not in this life, in the next.  Three months had passed.  What could go wrong?  Mother nature, on the other hand, doesn’t always forgive us our wrongs.

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Chapter 4: Hopper’s

          Springtime came and George was getting bored with retirement.  He bought a building in town and remodeled it.  He did this without realizing that the people in town didn’t like him.  The building had a large kitchen and twenty tables.  In the restaurant that George was opening, he planned to have live chickens and rabbits that people could pick out and have served to them.  The idea was to serve people fresh food.   A great idea but would the people understand that.  Only the six employees had seen the menu.  Even they needed this explained to them.

          George opened his restaurant on April 20^th.  It was twelve O’clock on a Sunday and the doors opened for the very first time.  Not too long after that, the first customers walked in.  They were a family of three with the two parents and their six-year old daughter.  Happy for the first time in a long time, George walked up to greet them.

          “Welcome to Hoppers, “ George said with a smile on his face.  “May I seat you?”

          The father said, “Why yes sir.”

          George started to seat them when the little girl noticed the pen with the bunnies in it.  She tugged at her mom’s arm and then whispered something in her mom’s ear.

          The mother turned to George and asked, “Little Katelynn asked if she could look at the bunnies. “

          With joy and excitement, George replied, “Why sure she can.  She can even have one.”

          The little girl ran to the bunnies.  She was ecstatic.  She petted all the bunnies.  No one had looked at the menu yet.  They didn’t realize that the rabbits were not for the kids but were a menu item.

          George asked the little girl, “Is there one you would like to have?”

          Katelynn laughed and responded, “I want the one with the floppy ears.”

          George said, “I like him too.”

          George picked the bunny up by the ears and flopped it over to his assistant who held the squirming bunny down.  Before anyone could say anything, the assistant hacked off the bunny’s head with a huge cleaver.

Of course, the little girl was in shock and screaming her head off.

          The mother said, “Oh my God!  What type of monster are you?  She’s just a little girl.  How could you do such a gruesome thing in front of my daughter?  We’re leaving.”

          Both parents were fuming over this as they tried to comfort their little girl.  They stormed out of the restaurant quickly.

          As the father reached the door, he said, “They should close this place down.”

          As the afternoon went on, it appeared that this would be an isolated incident.  Things went much smoother with the later customers but about two hours after the family had left, the Sheriff showed up.

          He walked up to George and quietly asked, “Is there a place we could talk in private?”

          George responded, “Sure, in my office.”

          The two of them went back to George’s office.  When George closed the office door, it became quite apparent that the Sheriff was quite angry.

          He said to George, “You don’t have a good reputation in town.  You are not wanted here.  Killing a bunny in front of a six-year old girl.  Who the hell do you think you are?  I’ll tell you who you are.  You are an old rich sick bastard.  You got wealthy because you are a jerk.  If I could close you down, I would.  I don’t want to hear about this crap again.  You got it.   I think it would be best for all of us if you just moved away.  We don’t want you here.  Right now I have other things to attend to.  I don’t want to have to come back here again.  You got it.  I just spent two hours in the woods on a murder investigation.  Somebody pulled out a man’s insides down by the old sewage plant.   You haven’t started on humans, have you? 

          The Sheriff finally paused from his onslaught.  After about ten seconds, though, the Sheriff seemed to get more serious about the question.

          He looked at George and said, “Actually, I do want you to answer that question since you’re the only kook in town.  Are you involved in this crap?”

          George responded in tears, “How do you expect me to respond.  It doesn’t matter.  You hate me and I’ve not broken any laws.”

          “Very well, “ the Sheriff said.  “I have to get back to the investigation.  Remember what I said.  You aren’t wanted here and if I do find out it was you.  You’re a dead man.”

          The Sheriff left and George went back to work but this would not be the last that George would hear about this murder.  Unfortunately for George, the two were bound to be linked together by a curse of fate.  George would not escape his destiny.

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Chapter 5: Springtime Surprises

            The next day, the sheriff received a disturbing call.  Another body had been found.  It was one of his deputies.  He had been working late in the woods investigating the murder.  Again, the victim’s insides had been sucked out of his body.  The sheriff was pissed.  He decided that he needed some help.  Before the sheriff left for the scene, he called Sarah to see if she could help.

            Sarah picked up the phone and said, ”Hello.”

            The sheriff responded, “Sarah.  I need some help.  It’s your old pal Larry.  We’ve had two murders in the last two days.  It’s getting out of hand.  Jerry was one of them.”

            “I’m sorry to hear about that Larry,” Sarah said with concern in her voice.  “I can be there in three hours.”

            “I really appreciate the help,” the sheriff said.

            “I’ll see you in three. Bye,” Sarah said just before they both hung up their phones.

            The sheriff went out to the scene of the murder.  There was not much to go on except that the victim’s stomach had been punctured and a lot of his guts were missing.

This completely puzzled the sheriff.

            Talking to one of his deputies, the sheriff said, “This is too weird.  Who would be so sadistic?  It almost seems like a scientific experiment.  There’s only one weirdo around here who dabbles in science—George Chiltonson.”

            The deputy responded, “Yah!  That chicken farmer.”

            The sheriff corrected him and said, “Ex-chicken farmer.  It sure seems strange that he returned to town and now we have two murders.”

            “That is strange,” the deputy replied.

            Just before the sheriff left, the sheriff said to the deputy, “Turn over every stone and be careful.  Jerry was a good cop and so are you.  You guys got to stick together.  I don’t want any one else to die.   I’m going to meet Sarah.”

            The sheriff returned to town.  Sarah had arrived a little early and was waiting for the sheriff at the station.

            “Glad you could come Sarah,” the sheriff said when he saw that Sarah was already there.

            Sarah asked, “Have you found any evidence?”

            The sheriff responded, “We haven’t found a damn thing that points us in any direction.  The murders took place down by the old sewage plant in the woods.  The victims are punctured and their insides pulled out.  It’s sick and almost seems scientific the way it the murders are taking place.  You know any more about this George character than I do.  After all, you investigated him.  He’s the only guy I can think of as a possible suspect.  He did have a lab.  Do you think he’s capable of this?”

            Sarah paused for a second and then replied, “No.  Actually, I don’t think so.”

            She had paused because of the location of the murders.  She remembered that George had warned them about the chemicals but then she thought to herself that it was just a coincidence.  These were murders and not mutations.  The old sewage plant was locked and fenced off anyway. 

            She turned to the sheriff and said, “Just in case, let me call Ray.  If it is George, he might come after us.”

            She actually had another intent in calling Ray.  It was just in case the murders did have something to do with the spill.  She wanted to cover her ass.  By this point, the sheriff was convinced that George needed to be brought in for questioning.  While Sarah was on the phone with Ray, the sheriff was calling in the order to bring George in. 

            After they both got off the phone the sheriff said, “I’m going to bring this George in for questioning.  It could be revenge.”

            “I agree,” Sarah said.  “I’m picking up Ray and taking a ride out to the scene”

            “I’ll see you Sarah,” the sheriff said as they both headed out the door.

            The sheriff made the trip to Hopper’s while Sarah and Ray headed out to the crime scene.  At the crime scene, Sarah talked to the deputies on hand.  Afterward, she took a look around the crime scene.  The deputies were done and headed back to the station leaving only Sarah and Ray at the crime scene.  Sarah couldn’t find anything but to satisfy a curiosity, she decided to go to the old sewage plant, which was only a short distance away.  When they arrived at the sewage plant there were some strange buzzing noises coming from inside.  They approached the gate cautiously.  There was a terrible smell and then they saw a dead dear.  Sarah decided to investigate.

            “Ray, look at this dear, “ Sarah said.  “It died the same way the two men did.  Its insides have been sucked out.”

            Ray looked at the dear and was spooked.  He could barely speak when he said, “You don’t think it’s that George guy do you?  This is too weird.”

            Sarah responded, “I don’t know.  It is strange.  Something is going on in there.  I can hear it.  I think we should go in.”

            They again approached the gate.  There was a padlock and chain around the gate.  Sarah shot it off and they entered the walkway, which led out back.  The entrance to the facility was in the back and as they walked, the noises got louder.  When they got to the back of the building, they saw the black smelly pond.  Ray was the first to notice.

            Ray asked, “Are those wigglers?  You know, mosquito larvae.”

            Sarah shouted, “Oh my God!  They’re huge.  That ones got to be 3 feet long.”

            It was at that moment a mosquito about two feet wide dove down at them.  Ray knocked it out of the way before it could attack Sarah.  Sarah pulled her gun and fired a round into it to knock it out of the sky.  On the other end of the pond, they could see more of them.

            Sarah said, “I think we better leave and talk to George.”

            Ray said, “ I think you’re right.”

            As they started moving out, Sarah said, “I’d rather not tell the sheriff yet.  You know that we are not innocent in this either.  We have to talk to George.  It was his crap that created this stuff and right now, he may be our only way out of it.”

            They arrived at the car safely and went to get George.

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Chapter 6: Raw Justice

            When Sarah and Ray arrived at the police station, the sheriff had George cuffed to a chair.  The sheriff was questioning George and George had a bloody nose.

            Sarah walked up to the sheriff and said, “Let me take him.  I think I can get him to talk if I take him out to the scene.”

            The sheriff responded, “Well, since we’ve got nothin’ yet.  I’ll let you have him.”

            The sheriff un-cuffed George from the chair and cuffed his wrists together.  Sarah took him and Ray followed them out the door.

            Once in the car, Sarah turned to George and said, “We have a problem.  It appears that you may have been right about that crazy potion Ray poured down the drain.  There are mosquitoes larger than basketballs out there.  How the hell do we stop them?”

            “You fools,” George yelled.  “I told you what would happen.  I took a beating for this crap.  You two are bad luck.  First you kill my brother and now you want me to save your ass.  Why would you think that I could kill giant mosquitoes?  I’m not an exterminator.  That’s not my field.”

            “But mutating chickens is,” Sarah replied.  “Look.  We can end this quietly if you can think of a way of killing these things. You’re the one who had the dangerous chemicals.  They’ll blame you just as much as us.”

            Still angry George responded by saying, “Maybe I should do nothing.  Maybe they’ll investigate and see how you murdered my brother.  I’ll take the rap for having the stuff but you two are the ones who unleashed it into the world.”

            “I’m sorry,” Sarah apologized.  “Please help us before this gets out of hand.”

            “Alright,” George said.  “I’ll help.  What did you mean by out of hand?  They’re not breeding, are they?”

            “I’m afraid they are breeding,” Sarah replied.

            George shook his head in disgust and said, “If I don’t help you now, this will get out of hand.  You know how mosquitoes breed.  How many have you seen and where have you seen them?”

            Sarah replied, “We’ve only seen a few but they were huge—at least two feet wide.  We saw a lot of wigglers in the sewage plant pond though.”

            “I see,” George said.  “We may still have time.  I need to know one more thing.  There’s and irrigation lake about two-thirds of a mile from the sewage pond.  I need you to check it.  I will also need a computer.  It’ll cost me all I have but I think I can stop this before it gets too far.”

            Ray said, “I have a computer at my place.  We could take him there, while we look at the lake.”

            “Good idea,” Sarah said.  “George, we’ll leave you at Ray’s.  You take care of getting rid of these things and we’ll check out the lake.”

            They took George to Ray’s and removed the handcuffs.  Ray took George to the computer and George got started.

            “I’ll trust you not to escape,” Sarah said as they were heading out the door.  “I know you’re not dangerous.  You do what you have to do.  We’ll check out the lake.  Don’t worry.  I’ll find a way to clear your name.”

            “At this point in my life, I don’t care about my name,” George grunted.  “Before you leave show me where a phone is.  I will also need that.”

            Ray showed him where the phone was in the kitchen.  After that, George returned to the computer and got on the internet.  Sarah and Ray left for the lake.  As George was working, a cat came up to George.  The cat purred and rubbed up against George’s leg.  George was getting frustrated on the computer trying to locate an old friend so he took a break.  He picked up the cat but the cat bit him.  He knew whose cat it was.  It was Ray’s cat and George didn’t like Ray even though he had kind of forgiven him for killing his brother.

He took the cat into the kitchen and he saw what he was looking for. 

            George then said, “This is for Joseph.”

            He opened the microwave door and stuffed that cat in as it fought him.  He didn’t want to kill the cat so he punched in eight seconds and pressed start.  The cat let out weird shrieks as the microwave did its job.  When the eight seconds were up, he took the cat out and threw him on the floor.  Though not dead, the cat didn’t move and appeared to be crying.

            Before George got back to the computer, George said to the cat, “Serves you right for biting me you bastard.  Your daddy’s a bastard too.”

            George got back on the computer and found who he was looking for.  He found the number to reach an old friend with connections and access to crop-dusters.  George immediately got on the phone to see if he could make some headway on this problem.

            “Oscar,” George said when his friend picked up.  “I see you still have that insecticide business.  This is George.  I’m going to need a big favor.  I need you to pull more strings than you ever have in your life.”

            Oscar replied, “George, it’s been a long time.  Yep, I’m still in business.  You know I have ten planes now.”

            George responded, “I need more than ten planes.”

            It was at that moment that Sarah and Ray returned from the lake. 

            George said, “Just a moment.  I have to talk to a couple friends for a second.”

            George turned to Sarah and asked, “What’s the verdict?”

            Sarah said, “Our worst fears are true.  There were a lot of wigglers at the lake and some of them looked to be four feet in length.”

            George said, “Thank you Sarah.”

            George got back on the phone and said, “I’m back.  What I need is the best stuff you can find for killing mosquitoes.  I was working in my lab and there was a spill and now we have giant mosquitoes.  It’ll save my ass if you help me.  We have to stop it before they spread.  I need at least 25 planes and two tankers of the best stuff you can find for killing these things.  I’ll wire you all the money I have right now to get this done.”

            “Wow!” Oscar said.  “I’ll see what I can do?  I can get the tankers I know.  I’ll have to make a call for the planes.  Where exactly do you need the planes and the tankers?”

            George responded, “I’d like to have a thirty mile radius around the old sewage plant sprayed.  One tanker needs to go to the old sewage plant and one to the irrigation lake a short distance away.”

            “You still have my account number,” Oscar said.  “Wire me the money and I’ll make the calls.  Whatever you need buddy.  Give me a phone number I can reach you at and I’ll call you in an hour.”

            George asked Sarah for her cell number and he gave it to Oscar.  George hung up the phone, turned to Sarah and said, “It’s taken care of.  Oscar is going to call me back in an hour.  He’ll get us the stuff we need.  I asked him for 25 planes and two tankers.”

            Sarah said, “Two tankers of poison.”

            “That’s right,” George responded.  “Simplest solution.  They’ll never spread.  Each and every bug in a thirty mile radius will be dead.”

            Sarah said, “That’s a relief.”

            George wired Oscar the money and in sixty-four minutes he got the call he was waiting for.

            “George, I got the tankers and twenty planes for the job,” Oscar said.

            “I guess that’ll do,” George said. “How soon will this happen?”

            “I’ve already got some planes in the air,” Oscar replied.  “Let me give you the times for the tankers.  One tanker will arrive at the old sewage plant at four O’clock and the other will arrive at the lake at five O’clock.  We’ll get all the rest done with the planes.”

            “Sounds good,” George said.  “You’re really saving my ass.  Thanks Oscar.  I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”

            After George got off the phone, George turned to Sarah and said, “We have to meet a tanker at the old sewage plant in thirty minutes.  The planes are already in the air.”

            Sarah responded, “Good.”

            At four O’clock they met the tanker at the old sewage plant.  Everything went smoothly.  They hooked up four-inch fire hoses to the truck and pumped the poison into the pond.    It took about thirty minutes.  The poisoning appeared to be a success.  They could no longer see anything living in the pond.  With this success behind them, they moved on to the irrigation lake.

            At five O’clock the tanker truck pulled up to the lake.  The truck was able to back right up to the lake.  They only needed one hose.  Again, it was a success.  They could no longer see anything alive in the lake.  Added relief came when they saw planes flying around the area.  As they were unhooking the hose, though, there was an unexpected surprise.  Sheriff Larry Butler had arrived with three deputies and twenty angry people from the area.  Some of them had baseball bats and some had guns.

            Sarah held up her hands and said, “Sheriff, this is my case and we have it under control.”

            The sheriff and his deputies pointed their guns and the sheriff said, “No!  This is my case.  Shut up or we’ll shoot.”

            Outnumbered, Sarah and Ray backed off.  Ray was shaking. 

            The sheriff then walked up to George pointing his gun and said, “You certainly do like to wreck the livelihoods of others.  Don’t you. Don’t even say a word George.  Don’t even try to talk.”

            The sheriff rammed George and shoved him into the lake filled with poison.  George got up soaking wet with water and poison.

            Then the sheriff said, “You stay right there and don’t even try to talk—none of you.  You think you can poison us.  Poison our livelihoods.  Destroy our lives.  Ruin our fields.  How many planes did you send out?  We’ve seen them.  Don’t you talk and don’t you move.  Now get out of the water.”

            George started walking out of the lake.  When he got to the shore, though, the sheriff shoved him back in.

            “Get up!” the sheriff yelled.

            George stood up and the sheriff again pointed his gun at him.  This time the sheriff fired and put a bullet right through George’s eye.  George fell lifeless into the water.

            The sheriff turned to the crowd and said, “We’re all done here.  Go home.  The asshole is dead.”

            While everybody was leaving, Sarah and Ray pulled George’s lifeless body from the water and as far as anybody knew, George was dead.

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Chapter 7: Kill the Bunny or Daddy Dies

            Eight years passed.  George was assumed to be dead.  At least, no one had seen him.  On the anniversary of his death, a family of vacationers passed through a small town looking for a place to eat.  They saw a billboard for a place called the Chicken Hut.  When they got there, they saw it was open.  A sign on the front of the restaurant advertised that children could have their picture taken with a bunny.  Thinking of the family atmosphere, the father thought that this would be a good place to eat.  Unwary of what was about to happen, the family went inside.

            Here is where the story of George truly begins.  For the first time in eight years, George would make a public appearance.

            A man greeted the family when they got inside and he led them to their seats.

            He asked them, “How old are your kids?”

            The mother replied, “Patti here is four and Eric my son is nine.

            The host then asked them, “Would they like to have a free picture with one of the bunnies over here in the cage.”

            The mother responded, “I guess it’s alright.”

            The two kids followed the man to the cage with the bunnies.

            The man asked, “Pick which one you want to have your picture with?”

            “The white one,” the little girl responded.

            “Good choice,” the host said.

            The host then seated them both in this royal style chair next to the bunny cage.  He placed the bunny between them and took a Polaroid picture.  He gave it to them and took them both back to their parents.  It was at that moment a man with a shotgun came out.  His appearance would have scared them even without a gun.  His skin was pink and red.  He wore a blue hat and appeared quite old.  The scariest feature, though, was his eye socket with two eyes.  The other eye was permanently covered with skin.  The man was George.  He was alive and well but this time he was straight from hell.

            George yelled out, “Congratulations!  You have won a chance for a free meal.  Please allow me to explain the rules.  To win the contest, the little one, who I believe is named Patti, will kill the bunny she just had her picture taken with.  She kills the bunny—you win.  She doesn’t kill the bunny—you lose.  If you lose, Patti, your daddy will die.  If you still don’t kill the bunny, then mommy will die.  If you still don’t kill the bunny, your brother will die.  You will have to live with that memory forever—Patti.  You will be guilty of murdering your entire family.  You don’t want that to happen Patti. Do you?  Shall we begin?”

            The father started to speak up but George cocked his shotgun and yelled, “Don’t speak if you want to live.  I will shoot the little girl too.  Not to kill.  Just to maim.  Now do you understand the rules?  No talking!”

            Three more men with shotguns came out of the back.  George picked up the white bunny and broke both its back legs.  Then he placed the bunny in front of the crying and hysterical little girl.  George was wearing a tool belt from which he pulled a hammer. 

            He gave the hammer to the little girl and said in an angry voice, “I will blow your daddy’s head off if you don’t hit the bunny in the head with the hammer.  Kill the bunny or daddy dies!”

            The little girl dropped the hammer still crying.  George fired into the roof to show he meant business.

            He picked up the hammer and said, “You will take this hammer and kill the bunny or your dad is dead.  I will kill your daddy.  Kill it now or daddy dies.”

            The little girl softly swung the hammer at the bunny.

            “Harder,” George said.

            This time she swung hard and George said, “Again.  Do it till the bunny is dead.”

            She did it again and the bunny appeared to be dead.

            With a smile on his face and joy in his voice, George exclaimed, “You win!  You have won a free bunny roast.  Congratulations.”

            More men came out of the back and grabbed all of the bunnies, including the dead one.  On the restaurant tables where the family could see, they chopped off all of the bunny’s heads.  They skinned the bunnies and took out their guts.  The little girl vomited from all the excitement and what she was seeing.  The meat was taken to the back and cooked.

            George taunted the family and said, “Why should bunnies get special treatment.  Bunnies are like chickens—stupid.  They multiply like rats—a perfect food source.  You are about to enjoy a feast fit for kings.  To the lord of this world, I give thanks.”

            The family sat there silently except for the little girl who was still hysterical.  It was very apparent that they were all terrified and because of this, George grinned all the more.

            In a half hour their meal was done.  The men brought out five platters of food.  George pulled a chair up to the table to the fifth platter.

            George spoke up and said, “Shall we pray?  Angel of perfection, shall your beauty shine down on this meal and bless it.  We shall all sing your praises when you rise above God in your perfection.  Amen.  Now eat up or die!”

            They all ate the meal prepared for them except for the little girl.  She continued to cry hysterically.

            When they were all finished, George got up and said, “Thank you for comin’ but now you must leave.  If you tell anybody about me, I will hunt you down and kill you slowly.  You will plead for mercy but you will not die quick.  Now, get up and run out the door.”

            They got up and did what he said.  They drove a half-mile and stopped at the first gas station they could find.  They told the attendant there the story of what had happened at the Chicken Hut.

            The attendant said, “Shoot!  That place has been closed for the month.  The owner is on vacation.”

            The police came and took a statement but nothing was ever found.  George was a ghost—a figurative specter.  He didn’t want anybody to know who he was or where he came from.   No one ever did know even though this story gained national headlines.  Investigators had a face but no name for this mystery boogieman.  No one knew it at the time but George was out to mold a legend.

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Chapter 8:  Back in the Office

            Deep within a mountain in the Rockies, George conducted business.  He was receiving his first visit from Sarah in a few years.  This was her fist look at the new office.  George wore sunglasses to hide his eye.

Come in Sarah,” George said with a smile on his face.

            Sarah came in and sat down.

            “Sarah my favorite FBI agent,” George said.  “It’s been awhile.  Hasn’t it?  What have you brought me?”

            Sarah responded, “George, it’s a small case but it is unusual and you did say to bring you unusual stuff.”

            George was intrigued and said, “Just tell me what it is and I will tell you if I can help.”

            Sarah said, “We have a ritualistic satanic slaughter of a cat and dog.  They were found in the woods about three miles from each other.”

            “Good,” George responded.  “Just leave me the file.  My men will take care of it.  By the way, I’ll need information on the tattoo rapist.”

            Shaking her head, Sarah said, “I don’t work on that case.”

            George responded, “Why should that stop you?  I pay you well.  Get in on the loop on that one.  I want him.  He’ll deserve what he gets.  Tattooing the entire bodies of twelve-year old girls, I’ll see to it that he gets hell for a long time.”

            “I’ll see what I can do,” Sarah said.

            George forcefully said, “Don’t see!  Do!”

            “Ok George,” Sarah responded.  “I know how passionate you are.”

            George threw her a stack of bills.

            Sarah said, “Thank you George.  With crime the way it has been lately, we could probably use more organizations like yours.  I’m happy to help you rehabilitate and punish criminals.”

            George laughed and said, “Don’t worry, babe, I’m expanding.”

            “That’s good,” Sarah said.  “It’ll take pressure off the courts.  I have faith in your doctors and crew.”

            “That is good,” George responded. “I guarantee success in every case.”

            “I have to get back to work,” Sarah said as she got up.  “Even though I know you’re a good man, I know you want to keep your work a secret for now.  I wouldn’t want them to trace me to this location.”

            Right after Sarah left, George picked up his internal phone and called his top team leader—John.

            George said to him, “I have a file for you to look at John.  I’d like to locate the culprit or culprits and bring them in for treatment.  There’s an extra hundred grand in it for you if we’re successful.”

            “Thank you sir,” John responded.

            Then George said, “The case involves satanic sacrifices.  The first was a cat that was beheaded and burned.  In the second case, a dog was burned alive.  There was satanic crap all over the place at both scenes.  Come over right away.  I want these fools.”

            John responded, “I’ll be right over sir.”

            John picked up the file and assigned agents to the case.  Within an hour, they were investigating the scenes.  About a half-mile from the second scene in thick brush, two agents came across a slip of paper that read:

            “To see Satan and seek his favor.  To talk to the unholy one.  Recipe to favor Satan’s palate.  One cat—beheaded and burned.  Scatter the sight with bones.  Five wooden pentagrams.  Fuel the fire with wooden crosses.

            One dog—chained and burned alive.  Burn upsidedown.  Place cross at scene.  Pray to Satan for favor.

            Last but not least—one cow sawed in half.  Bath in the blood and Satan shall appear.”

            The information was sent to George.  Figuring that the man or men did not have transport for a cow, George had his men set up at the five farms with cows in the area.  George left so that he would be in the area when the location was found.  That night, little did two teenage-boys know that they would meet a man that would make them wish that they actually had met the devil that night.

            The call came in and George left for the scene.  George gave specific orders not to make a move until he had arrived.  When George arrived, the two boys had just finished sawing the cow in half with a tree saw.  The boys stripped and smeared themselves with the cow’s blood.  George’s men were laughing as they watched this go on. 

            George snickered, “Now I shall make my grand entrance.”

            This made his men laugh all the more.  As George made his approach, he turned on a flashlight and put it on his face.  When George got close enough to be seen, the boys stopped moving and watched him approach.”

            George yelled, “Who the hell is calling on my name?  Who called for the devil?”

            When one of them saw his face with the double eye,  he said, “My lord and god, Satan.”

            George responded, “I’m not your god or lord.  I’m you judge.  I cause pain. ‘Oh!’ you will say.  ‘Oh!  If we had only been captured by the devil and pulled down to hell, we would be better off.’  You’ll learn to respect the life of a dog.  Your dark lord hates you and so do I.  I am the way, the truth and death.  No one comes to the father except through me.  Men load these fools in the back of the van.”

            Three men came out with guns.  They cuffed the blood-covered boys and stuffed rubber balls in their mouth.  The naked boys were dragged fifty yards by their legs with their back to the ground.  At first, they were pulled through grass and manure but they eventually got to a gravel road.  The last fifteen yards tore up their backs.  This was just the beginning of the pain—the pain of conversion or rejection.  A man of whim now directed their fate.   Before there would be a thumbs up or a thumbs down, there would be pain.  A convert always remembers that the axe can lop their head off at any time.

            On the ride to George’s place, George had the two injected with what he liked to call “the snake venom extract.”  It was a concoction of various things meant to cause pain with a very low risk of death.  The boys were in agony.  George was in heaven as he watched them suffer and writhe with pain.

            George said to them, “I have given you snake venom so that you will remember to obey.  This will always be the result of disobedience.  You bloody fools, did you really think you could see Satan.  I am the reaper and you are now dead.  Do you know why I like seeing you suffer?  It’s because God still loves your sorry ass.  I was a hero and god chose to hate me.  I intend on causing god as much pain as possible through you.   You sorry pitiful fools, hell on earth has arrived for you.”

            When they arrived at the remote facility in the Rockies, George had them strapped down on tables.  He had his doctors take their vitals to make sure they would live.  This was not out of any care for them.  It was to make sure that he could see them suffer tomorrow.  The snake venom experience would last for about twenty-four hours.

            The next day, in the brief period of sobriety the men had before the next torture, George said to them, “Have you ever been burned?  It’s an uncomfortable situation—very painful to say the least.  I just wanted to advise you of your current situation.  Some chase after the wind.  I caught it.  What do you suppose happens when you put salt on a wound?  Oh! Such sublime things.  You called on the devil.  Only I can do that you fools.  Don’t worry.  We’ll pump you full of drugs and you will live.  Eh! Eh! Eh! Two hours in the room of salt should do.  The drugs will keep you conscious.  I wouldn’t want you to pass out or go into shock.  Derrick give them the shot.”

            Derrick administered the shot to each of the boys.  George, then, took out a heavy, thick soldering iron.  George stood there laughing and joking with his men as he let the iron warm up for ten minutes.  George started with the bottoms of both boy’s feet.  He burned them up and down each leg.  He rolled the soldering iron across each boy’s ass and then their backs.  He burned their stomach and chests. Then he burned the palms of their hands.  For good measure, he burned each cheek.  Their screams were brutal but nothing phases George.  George was as cold as the devil himself.  He had them both taken to solitary confinement rooms unlike any you would ever see.  The floors and walls were layered with salt.  Both boys were thrown into these rooms.  They shrieked and cried until they could no longer scream anymore but only moan.  If you would have heard them, you would think hell was a place on earth.  Each boy survived the two hour ordeal.  They were injected again to put them to sleep.  When they awoke again, the boys found themselves strapped down.  They called George in so he could speak to them.

            George said, “Such is fate.  Solomon said to cut the baby in half.  So I will cut you in half.  One of you will live and the other will die.  Should it be the one on the left or the one on the right?  One of you must say, ‘My friend or myself.’  There are no right answers.  So I ask the two of you, which of you wants to die?”

            Neither of them spoke.

            In anger, George yelled, “A coin flip it is!  You on the right are heads.  You on the left are tails.”

            George flipped the coin and it fell to the ground.  He paused and smiled as he had the results.

            “Heads it is,” George said snickering.  “The one on the left dies now!   Seize them and follow me to the impalement room.” 

            They all went to the impalement room.  On the far end, there were three two-foot spikes.  There were viewing chairs facing the spikes on the other side of the room.  George, three of his men, and the winner of the flip sat down in the chairs.  Another of George’s men took the loser and sat his butt-hole on the middle spike. He was cuffed and quite unable to resist.  The man then pushed him down a little to get the penetration started.

            George got up and said, “You fool!  My spikes are like those of the ancient world.  I made sure they’re not too sharp and not too dull to assure the most suffering.  You are a martyr to the cause.  You die so that your friend might live.  I know it hurts but if you force yourself down, it will shorten your suffering and you will die faster.  Death is mercy in your case.  Do you still want to see the face of Satan?  Your kind gives the prince of angels a bad name.  The age of sacrifice is dead.  The age of manipulation has come.”

            It took nearly two hours for the boy to die.  George made sure that his friend got to see all of his suffering. 

            George got up and said to the surviving boy, “Welcome my friend.  You shall be a convert for the cause.  Your worship of the father of rebellion has not gone unappreciated.  Your archaic mode of worship must be abandon.  Welcome to the family.  You will not regret being wired into the system.  Don’t worry.  It’ll never hurt again.  My dear, dear friend, you are among the elite, the chosen ones.  You will see riches beyond your wildest dreams.”

            He turned to his men and said, “Take him in for programming.”

            They all responded, “Yes sir!”

            He was handed over to George’s doctors for brainwashing.  They placed tiny microphones that doubled as speakers into his inner ears.  Chips and wires were placed in many of his muscles.  Explosives were placed in his head for emergencies.  If the boy ever came back to his senses, his head could be exploded.  If the patient was executed, all of the wires and chips would melt in his body so that there would be no trace.  Life, though, is always made good for the convert after programming.  His memory could be swept clean of anything they wanted.  There were never any failures.  The fail-safes were there just in case.  Like I said, if a convert came to his senses he would still realize the axe could fall at anytime.  Large amounts of money were used to soothe the pain of conversion.  Like a man praises and obedient puppy, such was George to the membership of his club.  He was a loving and generous king always bestowing wealth upon those who please him.

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Chapter 9:  Creation of a Monster

            You may be asking yourself how did it get to this?  What went on during those eight years?  It is clear that George went from a good man to a monster.  George found himself no longer fearing death or capture because people thought he was already dead and cremated. 

            After George was shot in the eye, Sarah had a helicopter flown in.  The insecticide had soaked into George’s skin.  He was flown one hundred miles away to a hospital.  Sarah set it up so that George’s name was not given to the hospital.  She said he was a witness in the witness protection program.  No one really thought that George would live but after two weeks in a coma, George awoke.  George was alive again.  Sarah was called and she rushed to the hospital for a brief visit.  When she arrived, George was lying in a hospital bed and he was quite alert for a man who had been in a coma for two weeks.

            “Sarah,” George said.  “My Sarah.  How long was I gone?”

            “Two weeks,” Sarah responded.

            “It seemed like an eternity,” George responded.  “I had a dream—a long dream.  I have been reborn, Sarah.  I have passed through the flames and ascended to sit at the right hand of the throne.”

            “George,” Sarah said.  “That’s just the medication and the coma talking.  I can’t stay but you rest up.  We’ll have you up and on your feet in no time.  I have to go.  We’ll talk about the dream later.  Before I leave, I’ll make sure the doctors take good care of you.  Bye.”

            Sarah left but the dream remained with George.  In the dream, George found himself in front of a jury of angry people from the town he was from.  Many had pitchforks and the audience was screaming, “Kill him.”  The judge read a verdict of guilty. George was found guilty of poisoning the people and was sentenced to hell.

            The judge said, “You have been found guilty.  Your life is forfeit and you will live in the flames forever.  This is the sentence that I am handing down.  You will spend eternity in hell.”

            George then found himself in a place with the smell of burning sulfur.  There were ponds and lakes that were colored red and yellow.  He heard screams of torment everywhere he went.  He was very thirsty and very hot.  A short time later, two men grabbed him and dragged him off.  He was chained to a wall and whipped repeatedly.  It seemed like this went on for hours.  After the whipping was done, the men dragged and threw him into one of the lakes.  It burned unlike anything George had felt before.  He could hardly move and he struggled to stay afloat.  George eventually made it out of the lake.  The men laughed.

            One of them said, “Poor George.  What a fool.  What are you guilty of—saving the world or poisoning the people.  We don’t care.  Do you like to be alone?  You were a hermit in life.  Your brother is here too.  He’s in solitary and so shall you be.”

            They again dragged him off and placed him in a cell that was a four-foot cube.  To George, it seemed like he was there for an eternity.  George couldn’t believe it when the men came back and let him out.”

            One of the men said, “You are a free man now.  The boss has given you a pardon.  You are free to roam hell forever.”

            The men left and George began to wander.  He wandered for what seemed like days.  Finally, he came across a burning bush and he heard a voice.

            It said, “Jump into the flames and you will live again.”

            By this time George was tired of being hot and thirsty and figured anything is better than what he was experiencing, so he jumped into the flames.  Instead of dying or getting burned, George felt a great surge of energy.

            A voice came to him again and said, “Look to your right and see the three thrones.

Do you see them?”

            George responded, “Yes. There is a large one and two small ones on each side.”

            The voice said, “Look closer.  Who do you see in the thrones?”

            George exclaimed, “Oh my God!  I’m in the right hand throne and there is a dragon in the center.  I don’t know who that is in the left hand throne, though.”

            “You will know that when the time comes,” the voice said.  “God had rejected you, but the devil will lift you up when he rises above God.  You must go and prepare the way for Satan’s kingdom.  Leave the innocent alone for now, but torture the guilty.  Prepare those who are worthy for service to the king.  You too will be a king among men. Now go and prepare the way.”

            George looked around him and the thrones were gone.  There were no lakes of sulfur nor was there the smell of sulfur.  Instead, a lake of pure blood appeared before him.

            The voice came again and said, “Your journey will be across blood.  Take the boat before you and row.”

            George did as the voice said and rowed across the lake.  It again seemed like days had passed but finally George arrived at a castle.

            The voice came to him again and said, “Inside the castle are the three thrones.  You will be baptized with blood and ascend to Satan’s right hand when the battle is done.  You will rule with Satan in this very castle.  Go now and prepare the way.”

            It was at that moment that George awoke.  He never did tell Sarah about the dream.  He thought about it and knew that his business must be a secret.  After George had recovered for a month, George decided to travel to China because of his interest in dragons.  It would be there that he recuperated.

            While in China, George met a man who took an interest in genetically improving chickens.  He met with some government officials.  George guaranteed them results and within six months the officials were very pleased.  George was again a very rich man.  After a few more months, George was contacted by Chinese officials again.  They had another very secret project that they wanted help with.

            They wanted George to head up a project in human genetics.  It was to create genetically larger and stronger male children.  The research progressed at an amazing rate.  Within a year, the first children were born.  George’s children were all male and all fifteen to thirty-five percent larger than the average male Chinese newborn.  As time passed, the success of the project became quite evident.  At the age of four, George’s children were fifteen to forty percent larger than the average Chinese male child at that age.  The latest newborns were eighteen to forty-seven percent larger than the average at that time.  The only drawback was that one in twenty-seven children developed tumors.

            With that success behind him, they asked him to develop a way to clone proven geniuses in that country.  George could do no wrong.  They had results within three months.  The Chinese had made George a very rich man by now.  George worked well with their scientists and the Chinese had a growing faith in his ability.

            They put George in charge of a project they had been working on for ten years—the mass crystallization of carbon.  It became quite apparent there was a powerful force behind George.  He could do no wrong and within six months they were making diamonds the size of garbage cans.  Those who believed in God and who had worked with George thought that he was blessed.  Little did they know they were actually dealing with a curse.

            After his many years in China, George got homesick.  He was a secret billionaire by that time and a high-ranking military scientist in China.  It was decided that George could do his research in the United States.  A secret operation was set up to create a fortress in a remote U.S. location.  They chose a location in the Rocky Mountains that was ten miles from the nearest main road.  An existing cave entrance was chosen.  It was enough room to secretly bring in parts and assemble the drilling equipment.  Their new found ability to crystallize carbon came in handy to create the large diamonds needed for their new excavating equipment.  They camouflaged the entrance to make it look just like part of the mountain.  George was given five hundred men.  One hundred were doctors and one hundred were scientists.  Because of George’s past successes, he was given an open bank account and free reign to control the entire operation without interference. 

            George’s United States operation began about seven years after his near death experience.  His dream was never far from him.  It seemed like fate had handed him everything he needed for success.  The Chinese wanted him to develop brainwashing technology.  He knew he needed to concentrate on the guilty for his experiments and tortures.  He also knew he needed businessmen and politicians.  Half a year later, he had perfected the science of brainwashing.  They also developed tiny bugs for men’s ears.  He wired muscles with chips and people’s heads with explosives.  He could chose any memory a person has and wipe it clean without affecting any other memories.  Through the bugs, he could hear what that person was hearing and he could talk to the person in their head if he wanted to. 

            He had surgery done on his eye to create the double eye that was his most distinctive characteristic.  He developed the technology himself.  He wanted to scare people with his appearance and to see in a different way.

            This was where the story of George truly began.  It was eight years after George’s near death experience and his operation was in full function.  The two Satanists were just the latest victims in a much bigger picture.  George was wiring men at an alarming rate.

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Chapter 10:  Vengeance Is a Lick in the Face

            George had come to the opinion that it was time for him to visit his old friend Sheriff Larry Butler.  He contacted one of his team leaders and set up the take down.  Little did the good old sheriff know, that the next night he would have some unwanted visitors and that his old friend George would be there too—alive and well.

            After setting everything up, George was in the office for most of the day making sure his operation was running smoothly.  He was especially interested in how his doctors and scientists were doing in their study of creating and controlling psychotics.  He had a whole ward dedicated to administering psychoactive drugs and studying their effects.  He was using extracts from things such as: Jimson weed, nutmeg, Peyote, Morning Glory seeds, snake venoms, Salvia Divinorum, and assorted mushrooms.  The team was also cooking up a lot of other various chemical compounds in their lab including, but not limited to: LSD, PCP and methamphetamine.  George was well pleased to hear that they were making great progress in replacing identities.

            Later on in the afternoon that day, George had his men bring in a man they had identified as having great espionage skills.  This man was inconspicuous to everyone until George found him.

            When he arrived in George’s office, George said to him, “Mike, if that is your real name, do you want to be a general?”

            Mike responded, “Is that an offer?”

            George smiled and replied, “Yes.”

            Mike was quite intrigued and asked, “What’s in it for me?”

            George responded, “You’ll have twenty million in bank accounts.  It will be all yours and will be distributed over four years.  Then we will negotiate again.  If that isn’t good enough, I have billions at my disposal and I am generous to those who are beneficial to me.”

            Mike was amazed at what he heard but was still quite skeptical at what George was saying.

            Then Mike asked, “What am I getting into?  What will be my job?”

            George snickered and said, “You will be doing what you have been doing.  You will be one of my head spies.  For the most part, I can see you’ve done a lot of corporate work.  You will continue to do the same but you must remember you will work for me now.   You will by my spy.  I will also want you to get into the government and politics.  You will have a hundred agents under you.  I have complete confidence in you and all of them.  See, they have all undergone strict training and brainwashing.  I didn’t just leave an imprint on their brains.  I branded my ideals into their skulls.  They are rich and happy now.  They don’t even realize what happened.  They are enjoying life too much to care.  As for you, you too will enjoy the benefits of conversion.  Chemicals, mini-bombs, muscle circuitry, brain surgery are all part of my game.  I can wipe slates clean if I want to.  I’m a monster.  Do you, by chance, know the most important Old Testament story?”

            “No,” Mike said.  “I’m not a religious man and I aint joining no cult.”

            George responded, “Just humor me.”

            Mike replied, “Why?”

            Getting angry, George said, “I have your future now.  Humor me.”

            “Are you some religious nut?” Mike asked.

            “Very well,” George said.  “The most important story in the Old Testament is that of Abraham and Isaac.  Abraham offered his son to God but God chose not to take him.  God bended the rule of ‘eye for an eye’ and made it pertain to good things also.  God, then, offered his own Son to be the sacrifice instead.  Good old God loves men.  I hate God, so I hate men.  Understand?”

            Mike’s face showed the fear he had of George and he asked, “What does that have to do with anything?  I don’t want to take your offer.  First you say that Jesus loves me.  Then you say that you hate God and men.  You’re a nut.”

            Laughing hysterically George said, “Jesus does love you but I swear to you that I myself will help kill Jesus again.  It’s too late for you.  You’ll be wired and brainwashed like all of my subjects.  Take heart, my money offers are good.  You’ll be rich and have no worries.  Your skills will be retained but you won’t even realize what happened.  You won’t remember this.  I am the voice of one calling in the desert.  Now, do you understand?”

            Mike gulped and said, “Yes.”

            Mike was taken away and he became just the latest convert.

            George headed for his quarters to relax until it was time to sleep.  He wanted to get an early start to fun he had planned for the next day.  George had decided that it would be a play day just like what he did on the anniversary of his near death experience.

            George got up the next morning, had a cup of coffee and ate a banana.  After that, he rushed to the office.  He had his men arrange to intercept calls to the business of his choice.  Today he would intercept calls that were meant to go to R. H. Taylor Heating.  About nine-thirty AM, his men got a call that could be used for the day’s fun.  It was transferred to George.

            George answered and said, “Hello.  You are talking to George.  I’m the head supervisor.  How may I help you?”

            “I kind of got an emergency,” the woman on the phone said.  “We had hired a company to do our furnace and put in a ventilation system but they went out of business.  Unfortunately they never finished the vents.  There really isn’t much left.  Would you be able to come out and give me an estimate on the work that’s left?  I would really appreciate it.  If you could, could you also fill in a hole they left in the back room?  We’re really in a bind.”

            George responded, “Why yes we can ma’am.  Where are you calling from?”

            Relieved the woman said, “Ben’s Discount Clothing.  The one at Marvin and Tampa.”

            Then George said, “Ma’am, I’ll have my men there in two hours and we’ll take care of everything.”

            The woman thanked him and they both hung up their phones.  George had already put together six men to go with.  They piled in a truck with a full set of tools and on the way, they stopped and bought large amounts of venting supplies.  They also bought cement but before they left there for the address, they made a stop at a fish market.  The crew arrived at the sight of the store in just over an hour and a half.  George wore sunglasses to hide his eye.

            When they got inside a woman approached them and said, “Thank God you’re here.  We reopen this weekend.  I’m not sure what needs to be done.  I’ll let you look at the blue prints and I’ll show you the hole in the back.”

            George said, “You can take Brian here to the hole in the back and I would like to see those blueprints and see what needs to be done.”

            “Good,” the woman said.  “The blueprints are in the office on the desk right over there and I’ll take Brian to the hole.”

            No one else was at the store.  George looked at what was on the blueprints and what had already been done.  He came up with a very low estimate and gave it to the lady.  She approved it and George put his team to work.  George had sand and cement taken to the back for the hole.  One of his men also brought the package they had picked up at the fish market and took it to the back.  George had brought the appropriate men with for the work that was to be done.  Before starting on the vents, George showed the men the blueprints and discussed what needed to be done.  They were to finish the work specified in the blueprints but with a few modifications.  The package that was taken to the back contained fish.  They were directed to dump the fish in the bottom of the hole.  They cut a piece of plywood to the dimensions of the hole and drilled four half inch holes into it.  The board was set in the hole on top of the fish.  Half-inch pipe was inserted into each of the holes in the board.  The cement and sand were mixed for the concrete and laid into the hole around the pipes until it reached the top.  The fish would fester there and create a wonderful smell very soon. The other addition to the work was to redirect some of the vents.  The exhaust vent in the bathroom was redirected to let out with the heating vent over the register.

            In several hours, they were done with all of the work.  George and his men packed up their stuff but before they left, George handed the woman a business card with the phone number of the company that George had stolen the business from.  Ben’s Discount Clothing had serious problems with smells and business itself until they figured out what happened.  The company, whose business had been hijacked for the joke, never saw what hit them.  Lawsuits are never fun for the defendants. 

            Nighttime had come and it was time for revenge.  George and five of his trusted men arrived at the sheriff’s house at midnight.  Sheriff Larry Butler was about to be awoken to a new form of hell.  They eyed the house for an hour making sure that they could make a clean entry.  Both the sheriff and his wife were sleeping for at least that hour.  They picked the lock on the back door with a special gun.  George and his five men proceeded into the house.  When they got to the bedroom, George had the five men surround the bed with their guns drawn.  George screamed at the top of his lungs to wake them up.  The sheriff and his wife were startled out of their sleep.

            George was laughing and yelled, “Don’t even think about moving or your wife will die too!  Do you remember this face Mr. Larry Butler?  Sheriff Larry Butler.  You fool!  I didn’t die.  Nobody even cared that I saved the world.  Mosquitoes, you fool.  I killed the mosquitoes but neither you nor anyone else cared.  You didn’t even check.  I was convicted and shot in the eye for saving the world.  What should I do about that now?  I know—an eye for an eye.  Grab his wife.”

            Two of George’s men grabbed the sheriff’s wife and held her.

            George continued speaking and said, “Don’t move or your wife dies.”

            The sheriff didn’t move.  He was shaking and crying.

            George said, “Eye for an eye. Bring her to me.”

            George pulled out a knife he had brought with to cut out her eye.

            With a fierce anger in his voice, George yelled, “See fool!  I’m gonna shove this knife into her eye and I’m going to cut this beautiful woman’s eye out.  Can you live with that guilt Mr. Butler?”

            George did exactly what he said he would do.  He stuck the knife in and twisted it.  Blood poured out of the eye.  George made sure the whole thing was mutilated. 

            Laughing, George said, “Don’t you move.  She dies if you move.  Roger, shoot his leg and grab him.”

            Roger shot the sheriff in the leg.  Two men grabbed him while a third handcuffed him.  Then they cuffed his ankles.  After they did that, they threw him back on the bed.

            Still laughing, George said, “Now you get to see your wife suffer more torment.  I like to give piercings.  It will be so much fun.”

            Laughing so hard he was practically crying, George pounded an eight inch nail through her cheeks.  Then George took the knife out again.  By this time, the sheriff had pissed his pants.  He was crying while he was being held down.  George took the knife and cut the woman’s clothes off.  She struggled but was way to old to fight the strength of her captors.  In an extremely vicious move, George sliced the nipples off of the woman’s breasts.  Blood was everywhere.

            Calming down from his laughter, George angrily said, “You get to see her suffer and die.  You fool!  I was hated without reason.  Therefore I hate your wife without reason.  It was you, not her, who deserves this but I know this will pain you more than your own death.  Eh!  Eh!  Eh!  Oh, all right, I’ll be merciful to her.  I can see how much this pains you. After all, it actually was you and not her.  Roger, shoot her in the head!”

            Roger pointed his gun at the woman’s head and pulled the trigger.  Her brains and skull flew everywhere.  She fell to the floor lifeless with half of her head gone.

            George snickered, “Oh, Oh, you poor man.  Did I just kill your wife?  You know that it is all your fault—you poor fool.  My brother wasn’t murdered.  No! No! No!  He wasn’t murdered.  Was he?  You said it was justifiable.  Eye for an Eye.  You let the guilty go free.  You share in the guilt.  You poor man.  Let’s take this trash out to the van.”

            The sheriff was taken out to the van where a man treated his leg wound.  From there he was taken to George’s fortress.  After a week of recouping, the sheriff got his first visit from George.

            “How’s it goin’ old chum?” George asked with a huge grin on his face.  “Don’t speak.  You don’t have to thank me.  I like you.  I have a special purpose for you.  Sorry about your wife.  You had to pay the price. You understand that, don’t you?”

            The sheriff spoke up and asked, “Why did you kill my wife?  She was an innocent person who had nothing to do with what happened between you and me.”

            George responded, “Because you have to suffer.  Death aint good enough for you.

That was the price that needed to be paid, but hey, I’ve decided to show you mercy now that you’ve paid.”

            The sheriff barked back, “You call incarceration mercy.  You call watching my wife die mercy.”

            “No,” George responded.  “Mercy is not torturing you as much as I could.  You have no idea what I could do to you.  Follow me and I will take you to your new job in life.  My two buddies will just love you.”

            George’s men assisted the sheriff out the door and they followed George to a room.  When they arrived, George’s men threw the sheriff in.  Two Rottweilers ran up to the sheriff and started licking him in the face.

            Trying terribly to hold back his laughter, George said, “Look what daddy brought you.  Daddy brought you a pet.  He’s all yours.”

            George then turned his attention to the sheriff and said, “See sheriff.  I like you.  You didn’t know there were mosquitoes.  No, you thought it had to be George.  In my mercy, I’ll guarantee you a long life.  I have the best doctors.  They fix you so you live.  What you did to me shouldn’t have been done to anybody.  You’ll live in punishment for the rest of my life—my babies’ toy.  Take off your clothes or my dogs will bite your nuts.  You’ll respect my babies.  You’re their pet.  You fool!  You’ll live like a dog for the rest of your life.”

            All of the fight had been beaten out of the Sheriff.  He took his clothes off as he was asked.  George’s men too the clothes and left.

            George said, “Be good to my children.  Have fun.  They should get tired in about twenty minutes.”

            Just before George shut the door, he yelled, “Tug of war!”

            George left and the dogs each grabbed an arm and pulled.  At first, the sheriff struggled.  Ultimately, though, he realized that he was a chew toy and struggling only made things worse.  In this case, vengeance was a lick in the face.

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Chapter 11:  George the Humanitarian

            A few weeks later, Sarah came to visit George.  George had requested some information on the tattoo rapist.  Sarah brought copies of the case files with all the information on the evidence.  George was happy to see Sarah but he was more excited to get a hold of those case files.  There was no one in this world he wanted to have more than the tattoo rapist.

            With a big grin on his face, George said, “My favorite person.  I’m glad to hear the mission was a success.”

            Sarah replied, “Here’s just about everything we have.”

            George thanked her and threw her a paper bag full of money.

            Sarah said, “You know I don’t do this for money.  The government needs help to handle the rising crime rate.  It’s out of control.”

            “I know that’s why you do it, Sarah,” George said back to her. “That’s why I love you.  You know I have to have this guy.  Murder by the state just aint good enough for this guy.  He deserves more—much more.  I will find him and make him truly suffer.”

            “I hope you do find him,” Sarah said.  “I better get someplace before I’m noticed.  I know you have a good thing going here.  I’ve met a few of your rehabilitation successes.  You’re doing good work and I understand why no one can know right now.  See you later.”

            Sarah left and George got to work.  In the afternoon, he had special plans but first he needed to make his rounds.  When he got to the torture facilities, his men brought him a man they caught molesting a child.

            When George saw the man, his face filled with anger and he said, “Oh boy!  We got us a genuine retard.  You’re worse than a fagot and more stupid than a crap-flinging monkey.  I can’t even stand to see your face.  What you did to children could only have been done by a really sick man.  In this case, you’re a terminally ill man.  I hate to be merciful but I have to end your poor, sick, miserable life.  I guess even the homos didn’t want you.”

            Then George looked at his men who were holding him and asked, “Is the punishment prepared?”

            “Yes sir,” they responded.

            George said, “I’ll follow there.”

            They all entered a room with a large bowl of molten lead in the center.

            George happily exclaimed, “The Romans used to do this.  It’s so much fun.  At least, it is for me.  Once you’ve had a cup of lead, you be a different person—a much different person.  Fill the cup up Roger.”

            Roger filled the up with the molten lead and handed it to George.  George’s men cuffed the man to a chair.  Then they placed the man’s head in a vice to keep it facing upward.  Finally, they placed a funnel into the man’s throat.

            George said, “Open wide.”

            George poured the lead down the man’s throat.  George laughed hysterically as the man convulsed and tried to scream.  George grabbed a three-pound hammer off of the wall and slammed it down on the man’s head to finish the job.  He thanked his men and handed them each two hundred dollars.  I can’t think of anyone who could be happier doing the devil’s work and George was on top of the world after doing this.

            George proceeded to talk to some of his doctors and scientist.  He was amazed at the progress they were making.  The success rate for conversion was approaching the one hundred percent mark.  After that, George got ready for today’s special event he had planned.

            One of George’s companies were making a huge food donation to the poor and homeless that day.  George just happened to own a brand new rabbit farm.  Of course, it wasn’t in his own name.  He also owned a canning plant.  Today, George was publicizing a new product by giving it away to charities.  It was called “Bob’s Barbeque Rabbit in Vitamin Juice.”  Today George was passing himself off as Bob at a press conference in Chicago.  As always, George was wearing sunglasses.  As the cameras flashed, George began to speak.

            “Today a revolutionary product hits the market.  It’s cheaper than chicken and let me explain why.  You know those fluffy, cuddly critters that children love.  Well, they’re also a cheap food source.  They multiply quickly and they’re cheap to feed.  In other words, we can offer each twelve-ounce can for only fifty cents.  We guarantee good eatin’.  I’m proud to say that “Bob’s Barbeque Rabbit” has given away one million cans today to various charities around the country.  Members of the media, my chef here has made enough for all of you to try.  Thank you.”

            George made a quick exit to a limo that was waiting for him.  The media tried the rabbit and were actually surprised at how good it was.  The ploy was a success for his company and that elated George.  Surprisingly, over the next month, the sales of the product went through the roof and paid for this ploy three times over.  George had been willing to pay for this out of his own pocket just to desensitize people to bunnies.  To George, it was a ludicrous idea that rabbits should be pets.  I agree.  They don’t show affection.  They just sit there and do nothing but eat and crap.  George showed me how smelly these creatures are.  One must always remember that a rabbit will even eat its own young.  I believe George too would eat his own young if he had any.  Bob, the character George created for his company’s image, was a hero to some.  That’s exactly what George wanted—to be a hero.  He didn’t mind one bit that he was also the villain as well.

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• Music

  Buddy Bolden (though no one alive has heard him, we only have a single picture), Django Reinhardt, Ozzy with Randy Rhoadsand Jake E. Lee, Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Soundgarden, Early Van Halen, Alice in Chains, Buckcherry, Sonics, Wailers, Beatles, Travis Wammack, Art Blakey, Clifford Brown, Fats Navarro, Jackie McLean, Charlie Parker, Thelonius Monk, Reverend Horton Heat, Monks, Seeds, Richard Berry, Gerry Mulligan, Chris Cornell, Chet Baker, Duke Ellington, Fallen Angels, Count Five, Yardbirds, Screaming Lord Sutch, Elf, Rainbow (w/Dio), Dio, Deep Purple, Howlin' Wolf, Willie Dixon, Michael Card, Early Judas Priest, Jethro Tull, Flesh Eaters, Oscar Peterson, Brubeck, Chris Connor, Ella Fitzgerald, Paul Revereand the Raiders, Early Fleetwood Mac, Standells, The Leaves, Jimi Hendrix, Charlie Christian, Barney Kessel, Boogaloo Joe Jones, Billy Butler, System of a Down, Troggs, Iron Maiden, the Toadies, AC/DC through for those about to rock, Metallica while they were drug addicts, Vaughn Monroe performing "Riders in the Sky", MASTERS OF REALITY, the Barbarians, Amboy Dukes, The Electric Prunes, The Strangeloves, Shadows of Knight, The Groupies, The New York Dolls, The Doors, T-BONE WALKER (THE ORIGINAL DUCK WALKER), some KISS, early Aerosmith, God Smack, Pink Floyd, early Rush, Sleepy John Estes, O'Hegarty "Body in the Bag", the Animals.  Motley Crue's first two albums before they sold out. Some Butthole Surfers.  Guns n Roses, Jethro Tull, Smashing Pumpkins, Crow, Cream, Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd.
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• Beyond the Valley of the Dolls, Fritz the Cat, A Clockwork Orange, Dr. Strangelove, Arsenicand Old Lace, Psychomania, Hellraiser 1 & 2, Pulp Fiction, Dusk Til Dawn, Eraserhead, Blue Velvet, Devil's Rejects, The Mushroom People, Return of the Living Dead, Haroldand Kumar Go to White Castle, Cheechand Chong movies, Eating Raoul, The Wickerman (original), Deliverance, I Spit on Your Grave, Scarface, Death Race 2000, The Game

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May 24, 2010

Ronnie's gone after 53 years in music

After 53 years in music Ronnie James Dio has passed. I am writing this blog as a eulogy and to inform those who do not know of Ronnie's early recording career. In 1957 Ronnie joined his first band and in 1958 he recorded his first single.The band name then was "Ronnie and the Red Caps." In 1960 he recorded his second single and by that time the band name was "Ronnie Dioand the Red Caps." Very few of these first singles were made and as all his recordings were in the late 50sand 1960s they were of the music of that time period. From 1958 to 1970 he went on to record about 40 songs including a live LP in 1963. The band names were "Ronnie and the Red Caps," "Ronnie Dio and the Red Caps," " Ronnie Dio and the Prophets," "The Electric Elves," "The Elves." I believe in 1970 he was in an accident and had to receive many stiches on his head. One of the band members died in the accident and the band name changed to Elf. Most people know of his caree rafter that. Elf went on to tour with Deep Purple and Blackmore left Deep Purple to form Rainbow with Dio. In his career, Ronnie sang every type of music from early rock 'n' roll, to pop songs, to the blues and then metal. If you haven't heard the Elf song "Wonderworld" seek it out and listen to it. I believe it to be his best and one of the Best of all time.There is an import CD with it on. This is to the greatest singer of all time. Bye Ronnie, you didn't get the send off you deserved. You truely were the best. You did it all in a career that spanned through 7 decades.

For more information on Dio's career see Tapio's Dio Pages:

www.dio.net

Dio's story is actually  a sad one.  I listened to the last album he wrote and appeared on and completely saw, Ronnie James Dio the devil worshiper appear.  It seems the man who often sung of the lost was comepletely lost himself.  The album by "Heaven & Hell" titled "The Devil You Know" is a load of Satanic bull crap and lies.  Unfortuanely for Dio he believed the lie just like adam and eve did.  An album praising the biggest traitor of all time, Satan, is stupid.  He is your accuser and he wants you to die whether you are his friend or not.  He tempts so that he can accuse, that is his game.  He gets you to do it so that he can accuse you before God.  The way out is Jesus.  Satan's only authority is over men who do not believe in Jesus and that will end on judgement day when Satan will face the wrath of Jesus.  Satan will burn in the presence of Jesus and of the holy angels.  Jesus rules in hell as he does absolutely everywhere that exists whether it be heaven, the earth or hell.

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An executive from a major corporate shoe company visits one of his stores. Word gets back this is what he had to say. He refered to the pregnant cashier as a "whale." He called another employee "the new Jeffrey Dahmer." Yes folks we have some really smart people up top in some of these corporations. This man obviously thinks too much of himself and likes to act like  a child. Isn't it children who call people names and not adults.

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Worst moments in modern history. The discovery of radiation and the splitting of the atom. Mankind now has a way to commit suicide, either slowly or all at once. This is ultimately what these discoveries mean. How long will we beable to hold back and protect ourselves from the radiation. Just think of all the dangerous chemicals science has created for us to use. We should thank science for this. Thank you science for helping us poison our world and for giving us so many ways to kill ourselves. It is said that curiosity killed the cat. The curiosity for scientific answers could be what kills man as well.

Don't get me wrong, science in the way of medicine has done some great things include treating my illness. Science has also done some bad crap because of money and war.

Thank you science for making sure carcinogens like teflon can be found everywhere in the world now, even in the spots you didn't think it could reach.

Science belongs to money in the modern world. Thanks to science, they came up with  a way to stop engines running on gasoline from knocking--lead. It started making employees making it act goofy,and killed some of them. At a hearing, the government heard how it would poison the country everywhere dumping tons of lead. No one paid attention so in the 1920s they allowed it to be added to gas and allowed it to stay there until the 1970s. In some places it stayed later. Lead is now everywhere in the world. Sometimes the best answers are passed up because people don't want to listen to true science. They were told it would spread lead everywhere and it did. Money makes people stupid and greedy. This is an example of this.

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This is a story that defies logic. Times Beach, Missouri. A company hired a man to despose of toxic waste. He was also hired to oil roads in Times Beach. He mixed the two and sprayed that. From 1972 to 1976 toxic waste was sprayed on town roads. The waste contained dioxin which is one ofthe most toxic things man has ever created. It is an ingrediant in "Agent Orange." People were getting sick and animals were dying. The government had to buy the entire town out. It took a major clean up to make it safe again. It is now a park.

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Chapter 12:  Teach the Children Well

            The children are our future is the old cliché.  George saw pure wisdom in this old saying.  The innocence of a child can be a fragile thing.  George’s plan was to create a different type of conversion for the youth of America.  His plan was to numb their hearts while they were still young.  He knew that many serial killers started by killing animals.  He knew that it could only take one act of violence to desensitize their fragile little hearts. 

            After a lot of research and spying, George deployed men to hand out guns and weapons to high school boys.  The majority were given out to boys suspected to be drug users or prone to violence already.  He knew that the inner cities didn’t need any help so he concentrated on rural and suburban communities.  If they knew that you were a drug dealer, you were given an automatic weapon.  George wanted to make a rising crime rate skyrocket. 

            The younger boys, some as young as six or seven, were also given weapons.  George’s men also supplied rabbits and they were encouraged to kill them.  They were given knives, pellet guns and spears.  They were instructed not to tell their parents and to hunt the animals of the neighborhood.   They were told it was all right to kill anything including cats but not a hand was to be laid on a dog.  George believed that these little things could help prepare some for future service to his dark lord.

            It seemed Christmas came quickly that year.  The crime rate was skyrocketing just as George wanted.  Only George knew the reason why and the ultimate plan of it all.  The sad truth was that many, many more people lived in a state of fear due to George.

            In a small rural town in Kansas, a man named Rex owned a local bar.  This year for Christmas, he was throwing a party.  He advertised that Santa would be there and everyone should be there promptly at ten in the morning.  Unknown to the town, Rex was one of George’s converts.  He was a former drug dealer who had been pulled in by George’s men.  George bought the bar for Rex purely to serve his own purpose.  Everyone in town thought that Rex was an incredibly nice-guy as he would often not charge his customers.  Rex would also give people rides home if they were too intoxicated.   George needed a way into this town and Rex was his way in.  George wanted to make sure everybody there had the best Christmas ever.

            It was ten in the morning on bright cloudless Saturday just days before Christmas.  Children and Parents were lined up outside the bar.  With anticipation on their faces, the crowd entered when Rex opened the door.  Santa Claus was wearing sunglasses that year.

            Santa said, “Hi kids!  Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  Merry Christmas!  Santa has a bag of goodies to give out a little later.  In the meanwhile, enjoy the food and cake.  The children can come up and have their picture taken with me so you won’t forget this special Christmas.”

            Inside, George was laughing hysterically.  He could hardly keep a straight face.  Pain was not the only type of suffering George loved.  He would give them an hour of fun.  Pictures were taken.  Games were played and everybody had a real good time.  Little did they know, the real game would begin at eleven O’clock.

            Promptly at eleven O’clock, ten armed men came out of the back room and fired in the air.  Then they all pointed their weapons at the Crowd.

            Santa took off his sunglasses and said, “These are Santa’s men and we are going to play a little game.  You like games, kiddies.  Don’t you?  Sure you do.”

            There wasn’t a person there that didn’t show fear.  At that moment, thirty bunnies were brought out from the back room and thrown into the center of the room.

            Continuing to speak, George said, “Hey kids!  Do you like bunnies?  Well, were going to play a game with the bunnies.  Don’t be shy.  Go ahead and pet the bunnies.  Aren’t they cute?”

            The parents and their kids were huddled together. No one was petting the bunnies.

This made George angry.

            George screamed, “I said pet the god damn bunnies or I will kill all of you!”

            The crowd slowly got down and got friendly with the bunnies.

            After a few minutes, George said, “See, that didn’t hurt.  Now that you’ve bonded with the bunnies, it’s time to open Santa’s bag of presents.  Look what we have here—a hammer.  Here’s more hammers and what’s this—a brick.”

            George handed out hammers, bricks and swords to the kids using his men to dispense them.  A thirteen-year old boy caught George’s attention and he asked his men to bring him over.

            George gave the boy his sinister look and said, “Santa likes you.  In fact, a grown boy like you should set an example for the kids.  Santa wants you to show the rest of the kids just how easy it is to kill a rabbit.  Kill one of these bunnies with this hammer or Santa will have his men start shooting.  You wouldn’t want to live with the guilt.  You wouldn’t want to know you could have saved all these people’s lives just by killing one little rabbit.  Would you?”

            The boy slammed the hammer down on one of the bunnies’ head.  It crushed the bunny’s head splattering blood all over him.  Children were crying and parents were dying inside for their kids who were witnessing all of this.

            George yelled, “Now that you’ve seen how it’s done, I want all of you little kiddies to kill each and every bunny here.  If you don’t, I will start killing all of your parents.  They will all be dead.  Do you understand?”

            George pulled out a gun and shot one of the men there in the leg.  Sure enough, about a third of the kids started to kill the bunnies.  The children doing the killing were primarily boys.  Most of the girls were crying hysterically.

            When all of the bunnies were dead, George spoke up and irreverently said, “Oh come all ye faithful, unholy and triumphant.  Some of you are now on the way to true salvation—the hammer and the nail.  Perhaps you can help me nail Christ to a cross again someday.  We shall leave you now.  Blood is in your innocent little hearts now.  Santa’s work is done here.  Remember, Santa hates you.  That’s right!  Santa hates you and so does God!”

            George and all his men including Rex pulled out of the bar.  They all disappeared never to be seen again.  To George, sometimes it seemed better to plant the seeds of rebellion himself.  This is what brought George great joy—to destroy the innocence of children.

            The next day, George and a large part of his crew watched the news stories about George’s Santa routine.  It gained national headlines.  They laughed, especially at the crying parents.

            Afterwards, George got up and said, “The seeds are sown in innocence and sprouted into defiance.  They’re just rabbits.  Do they get special treatment because they’re cute?  I’m a hawk.  I eat rabbits.  You know, I’m actually talking about the kids.  Kids are the future of the country and we need to continue with our work on a daily basis.

I want the United States to be a war zone.  If we are successful, the entire country will be ripe for the pickin’ and Satan will have a place to call home.

            This month is get the word out month and this is the word of the month.  We must spread creepy tales about my past to the children.  I must become a legend.  I was a carnival freak in the late 19^th century.  I was fed live rabbits for the crowd.  Now I’m back for revenge.  I have a five member staff developing this and they will contact those of you who will spread the legend.  All of you have been doing a great job.  I thank you all for coming.  I am the voice of one calling in the desert.  Satan is coming.  Now let’s get back to work and spread the word.”

            And they did.

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Chapter 13:  A Dog’s Best Friend

            Later that day, George decided to visit his puppy dogs.  When he got there, he was pleased to see his dogs doing just fine.  The dogs were excited to see him and jumped on him to be pet.  The sheriff was still there but he wasn’t doing fine.

            Looking at the sheriff, George said, “I see you went for the door after you were told not to.  Oh, you poor thing.  The dogs bit them nuts of yours pretty good.  Didn’t they?  The only reason they would do that is because you tried to get out the door.  That’s the way they were trained.   I taught them to grab hold of your balls if you tried to escape.  I guess you need to see a doctor now.  I can’t trust you.  Well, that’s ok because I can really screw you up now.  You will be wired into my system.  Would you ever have believed that one day you would be a satanic convert?  If you think that anybody’s ever going to find you, you are sorely mistaken.  No one can find me and they certainly will never find you.  There’s no escape.  I don’t exist, you moron!  I’m thin air.  Heed the warning.  You’ll wish you’d actually met the devil instead of me.  The lord of darkness is coming and you will be one of his subjects.  I have plenty of resources at my disposal to torture you.  I have much more than you could ever imagine.  You will receive a painful conversion—a very painful conversion.  I can make you think that you’re a dog and I think that is exactly what I will do to you.

            Before I send you off for your conversion and punishment, let me tell you a-bit about myself, and what is going to happen to you.  My money is not my own.  Much of it is Chinese but some of it is owned by my loyal subjects.  They’ve all undergone what you will but your mind will no longer be your own.  You will be tortured more severely before your conversion.  I will make you bark like a dog and drink water from a dish.  You’ll undergo special training and will be wired into the system.  I have a large crew monitoring everyone wired into the system.  If anyone should ever stray and try to talk, that’s when the fun starts.  Not that anyone would ever stray after my brainwashing.  I can make a person do Saint Vitus’s dance.  You’re muscles and brain will be wired.  I can make a person move the way I want.  I can send signals to the brain to befuddle and render a person a complete retard.  I can make it impossible for a person to talk.  I can make it look like a person has lost their mind.  It can quite resemble Saint Vitus’s dance.  I can talk into a person’s head through tiny speakers in their ears.  I can make a person’s head explode and make the wires melt in their body.  No one ever crosses me.  Never!  Do you realize that you have crossed the devil himself?  I shall sit at the right hand of the throne you idiot!”

            George got on his internal phone and called in his men.  They came and took the sheriff off to the doctors to have balls fixed.  After that, he would be tortured.  George wanted to have some fun so he decided to go check out his torture department.  His men brought him a prostitute.

            Glaring at her with his evil double eye, George said, “So you like to spread diseases, you filthy piece of toilet paper.  Each man leaves a sample behind and wipes his ass on you.  I bet you have fleas, you dog.  People like you belong in the gutter.  You took the easy way out and spread your legs for the other dogs of society.  Only a reject does that.  Is that what you are—a reject?  Couldn’t find one rich man to leach off of so you went out and did many poor men.  I tell you what.  Even I’m going to take you for a spin.  Men, let’s give this bitch a spin.”

            They took her to a room with a chair in the middle.  The men strapped her down to the chair and backed away.

            George spoke up and said, “Ever go on one of those spinning rides at the carnival?  Well, this is kind of like that.  We’ve been using it to test different drug’s effects on G-force resistance.  In this case, you will die.  Whores like you are the lowest form of human existence.  To me, it would be like having sex with a monkey or a dog.   That’s what you are.  When you chose to spread your legs for anybody, you ceased to be human.  You became an animal of instinct.  I hunt animals like you.  You deserve to die.  Don’t worry.  I’m just going to take you for one last spin.”

            George flicked a switch and the chair started spinning in the center of the room.  George slowly moved the lever up and it spun faster.  The lady passed out shortly and George turned it up all the way.  By now, her brains were a bruised mess.  She was spinning like a drill and was quite dead. 

            After that, George decided to talk to a new recruit that was to be converted.  George wanted to set a special example of this one.  He was a gang member who had shot some innocent bystanders.  One of George’s men was present at the scene and retrieved him before the police could.

            When George saw the gang member, George mocked him and said, “Hi there.  You bad ass punk!  Oh, you make me laugh with your teardrop tattoo.  Boohoo.  What is that for?  Is it for a fallen comrade?  I hope he’s burning in hell.  If you’re good, I set you free.  I enjoy being merciful to those who have changed their ways.  I can see you already have.  I sense fear and can see you’ve already pissed your pants.  By the way, the food you’ve eaten for the last few days was something special we cooked up just for you.  You see, when we brought your ass in the other day we also brought in one of your friends.  Stingray is his nickname I think.  Oh!  I can see you didn’t know that.  Well, he’s now an amputee.  You’ve eaten his hands and feet.  You didn’t know that, did you?  Oh well.  He’s in terrible pain now—too bad.  Don’t worry, we’ll fix him up and he’ll be ok.  I’ll give him new hands and feet.  Then you and him can be chums again, except I’m going to make you both butt pirates when I brainwash you.  I think I should give you both high, squeaky voices.  How will your gang pals react when they see you with scrotum skin and hair on your forehead?  Oh! Oh!  What will they say when they see you and Stingray all kissy, kissy with each other.  Oh! Your pals will be so happy to see this.  You know what they’ll do to you.  It’ll be sublime.  Skin from one place will be switched for skin from another place.  Face skin for leg skin and so forth.  You’ll wear the skin from your balls on your forehead.  If I could place your penis on your nose, I would.  Do you want it split?  I could do that.  No.  You two will be little butt pirates.  That is the sentence I am handing down.  I believe in the catch and release system.  Men process this murdering pussy.”

            The man was taken away and George went to bed a happy man that night.

            The next day, George felt like fooling around a little bit.  He chose to intercept calls going to a pest control company.  Late that morning, he got the call he was looking for.  A family had some raccoons in their garage.  The lady who called was concerned because her dogs spend a lot of time in the back yard near the garage.  George told the lady not to worry and that he would be right out.  As was customary with George, he gave the lady a low estimate to make sure he was hired.

            George arrived at the location wearing his usual sunglasses.  He had two men with him in uniforms.  George rung the doorbell and a woman came to the door.  She directed George to the backyard where they began to talk.

            Pointing to the Garage, the lady said, “The raccoons are usually in there.  I think they have a nest.  It smells like a barn in there.  The only reason it worries me is because the dogs are usually outside.”

            George replied, “Now, don’t you worry ma’am.  We’ll catch those darn raccoons and give them a new home in the wild.”

            “Thank you,” the lady said.  “I’ll be in the house if you need me.”

            George asked the lady, “Could you open the garage’s side door.  Then we can get started.”

            “Sure thing,” the lady said.

            She opened the door and George’s men got to work.  They captured the raccoons with little trouble.  George had them put in cages that they had brought.  Before leaving, George showed the woman the raccoons in the cages.  She wrote them a check and was quite happy that she could let her dogs out again.  When it appeared that George and his men left, she did.

            George and his men only appeared to leave.  George waited for the right time to return to the yard with a tiny camera he had installed.  An hour later when the lady went out to check on her dogs, George was there cooking something on a fire and throwing the dogs pieces of meat.

            Stunned, the lady loudly asked, “What are you doing?”

            George replied, “Just feeding the dogs the ‘coons.  You wouldn’t want the meat to go to waste.”

            “This isn’t what I paid for,” the lady screamed.  “You were supposed to set them free.”

            “I know,” George responded.  “But a stupid animal like this will just get into somebody else’s garage anyway.  Might as well feed the dogs.  Try a piece ma’am.  It’s good.”

            “No!” the lady screamed.  “Just get out of here before I call the police.”

            George got up and said, “Sure thing ma’am.”

            George left everything there and threw the carcasses to the dogs.  The dogs loved it but the lady did not.  The lady tried her to get the carcasses from the dogs but the dogs worked well as a team and managed to keep her at odds for quite a long time.  Much of the raccoons made it into their stomachs.  The rest was strewn throughout the yard.  What mattered most to George was that the dogs had fun and that they did.  George saw it all from the camera he had installed.  The lady had one hell of a time cleaning up.  George thought it all was hysterically funny.  George’s work here was done.

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Chapter 14:  The Ultimate High

            The months passed and George continued to grow in legend.  Unbeknown to the people, though, was his more devious plot.  More and more people were being wired into the system.  George’s brainwashing scheme was running perfectly with an unparalleled success rate.  China, too, was quite pleased with George’s work and were secretly implementing a lot the programs George had started.  Easter was coming soon and George was in the holiday spirit.

            After making his morning rounds to ensure his guests were uncomfortable as possible, George returned to his office and to his delight, Sarah was there waiting for him. 

            “Sarah Gibson,” George exclaimed with a smile on his face.  “My favorite FBI agent, for that matter, my favorite agent.  I’m so glad to see you.  What do you have for me today?”

            “I’m sure you’ve been keeping up with the news,” Sarah replied before George interrupted her.

            “Good, the drug poisonings,” George said with a big grin on his face.  “Tell me what you have?”

            “You’re too good at this,” Sarah replied.  “You seem to know everything.  I guess you have been watching the news.  As of right now, a hundred people have died and there appears to be no end in sight.  It appears that someone has been lacing reefer and cocaine with a new type of poison.  Most of the cases have been in Florida and Texas so far.  The victims don’t even know that they’ve been poisoned until it is too late.  About four hours after taking in the poisoned drugs, the victims start coughing up blood.  Eventually they convulse and suffocate to death because their lungs have been eroded to nothing.”

            George started laughing hysterically and had to interrupt her again.

            He said, “I love this.  The people behind this are geniuses.  What better way to take care of the drug problem.  Please continue.”

            Sarah continued, “The problem is that they are doing this through a drug dealer or dealers.  As I’m sure you know, drugs have been successfully smuggled into this country for decades and there seems to be no end.  We don’t know how to stop this.  We have the name of one suspect, a suspected terrorist, but we can’t locate him.  That’s why I’ve come to you.”

            “I’ll see what I can do,” George said smiling.  “I’ll need his name and the last places he was located.  My men will find him.”

            Sarah said, “Thanks George.  You’ll be saving a lot of lives.”

            “Saving lives!” George said continuing to laugh.  “Bull!  Screw those idiots.  Let them die.  I want him.  He’s mine now.  I want to make him pay.  I don’t care if he can save lives.  I want to know how to make this crap for myself.  I’m going into the drug business now.  What’s the difference if they die now or twenty years from now?  Maybe, if we kill enough of these stupid addicts, the others will stop.  It’s a good thing you came to me.  He’s mine Sarah.  Tell me his name and give me his file.  We’ll put an end to this country’s drug problem.”

            Sarah frowned and said, “He goes by the code name “Alligator Gar, after the fish.  We don’t know his real name yet.  Here’s his file and several photos.  Are you sure you want to do this?”

            “Sarah, by now you should know, I’m one of the good guys,” George snickered.  “I just want to stop crime.  What’s the difference?  These people obviously want to die anyway.  What they’re doing is slow form of suicide.  I just want to speed up the process for them.”

            Sarah responded, “The chemical makeup of the poison is in the file, but George, I don’t think you should do this.”

            “Who are you to tell me what to do?  I’m your boss,” George yelled without his usual laughter.  “Thank you so much for the information.  Let me make the decisions.  My chemists will cook this up as soon as possible.  Don’t forget, we’re getting rid of criminals.  Who in their right mind will keep using that crap after a few thousand martyrs die?  They’ll be dying for a good cause.  The best part is that I get to torture a terrorist.  I’ve always wanted to do that.  It’ll be another life sentence.  I love my job.  Don’t worry. We’ll be putting an end to this country’s drug problem.  That’s a good thing.  Oh, before you leave, Sarah have you heard anything more on the tattoo rapist?”

            “No new leads or victims,” Sarah responded.

            Disappointed, George said, “Still only nine victims—such a pity.  If he’d only strike again, I would find him.”

            George threw her a stack of bills.  Sarah got up and walked to the door frowning.  She was thinking, “I thought George was one of the good guys.  How can I get him to stop this?  I don’t understand.  Murderers yes. Drug addicts no.  They don’t deserve to die.”

            Sarah turned around and said, “George, don’t do this.”

            “Are you wimping out on me Sarah?” George yelled.  “We’re the strong.  Don’t forget I own you too.  Isn’t my money any good anymore?  I like you.  Don’t change that or you’ll be eating your own flesh.  Now leave and go to work.  I’m getting tired of torturing the same people everyday.  I need some fresh blood.  Don’t forget we’re the good guys.  I don’t hurt innocent people.”

            She left and George immediately makes a call on his internal phone.

            Talking to one of his men, George said, “Pick up Sarah for programming.  She’s flaking out on us.  She needs her brain adjusted, if you know what I mean.  There’s a fifty thousand dollar bonus in it for you.  You can tell that to the good doctors too when you drop her off.”

            George hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair and laughed hysterically.  He turned on his favorite song by Tony Iommi—“Laughing Man in the Devil Mask.”  George continued snickering as he relaxed and listened.  Moments like these made George happy.  There were new victims to catch and Sarah would be another guinea pig for his experimental brainwashing drugs.  He had a new and improved bug to place in her brain and ear too.  She would never be a problem again.  If she was, he could stop it immediately.  George’s mind was in heaven.  Life couldn’t be more fun.

            After about twenty minutes of making phone calls to his chemists and his agents in the field, George got the call he was looking for.  They had Sarah and were strapping her into the chair at that moment.  He told them to also duct tape her mouth as well.  He didn’t want to hear any noise out of that wimp.  He wanted to talk to her before they did anything.  He told them he would be right down.

            When George hung up the phone, he was ecstatic and said to himself, “Speech time.”

            When George got down to the lab where they were keeping Sarah, he couldn’t hold back his laughter and with pure mockery he said, “Poor Sarah.  You care too much.  Now you’re gonna change that, aren’t you?  No.  We’ll change that.  Right now, you are your own person.  I can’t have that.  I pay my people way too much money to have independent thinkers.  You’re mine and now you’ll obey me.  It won’t be of your own choice, of course, but because you’re gonna be one of my robots.  Technology is a wonderful thing.  We have the best drugs.  That and some cutting edge circuitry are going to help me reprogram you.  I have undetectable bugs.  I will hear everything you do and if you ever come back to your senses, I can take care of that too.  I can even make you hear things with these tiny microphones that can double as speakers.  Everybody will think that you’re psychotic.  I can even make them melt and kill you if I want.  Isn’t this fun stuff?  You won’t even remember that I did this.  If you’re not mine, you’ll be a mental patient.  There’s no cure for my disease—no cure.  Though, I’m pretty sure my brainwashing drugs should do the trick and you won’t have to go through the agony of psychosis.  You’ll again be my favorite agent.  Why do you care about those punk addicts anyway?  Those kids don’t care what they’re smoking.  They could spray the fields with insecticides and the kids wouldn’t care.  They just want to get high.  Dealers have been known to lace their crap if it isn’t that good.  There are plenty of things that could be added.  Sometimes you can tell.  Sometimes you can’t.  To the non-experienced nose, PCP or embalming fluid could be added.  A good nose will pick that up though.  There are other things just as dangerous that could be added.  The kids don’t know and the kids don’t care.  They just want to get high.  Most weed is pure though or is it?  Hey, there’s only about five hundred chemicals in marijuana smoke.  What do all these chemicals do?  We don’t know.  Now, I’m adding just one more chemical to end their suffering forever.  Then there is coke—the rich man’s drug.  At least, coke addicts wish they were rich so they could snort it for days or weeks.  Most coke addicts want to be rich but they’re just dirty rotten thieves.  One rock of crack melts after just a couple hits.  No, the addict gets an eight ball—a big yellow ball that looks like soap.  Then he uses a metal pad as a filter so less melts into the pipe.  Don’t you see, these people are fools and they deserve to die?

Snorters must love to have nosebleeds.  Don’t you see, these people play with death everyday like a game of Russian roulette.  These idiots will do whatever it takes to get their crack or blow.  Again, you never know what’s been added to this crap.  Coke can have various forms of speed added, Vitamin B, Ridelin, or even rat poison.  Now, it will have my mercy bringer to end their suffering.  I’m gonna add it to everything.  I’ll be a hero.  George solves the country’s drug problem.  The ones who don’t die will be scared to death to continue doing drugs.  No, but you believe in mercy.  Have you ever seen one of those cop programs?  Have you seen what drunks and drug addicts do?  How stupid they are?  They screw up our whole society.  I’m the eye.  I’m god.  I’m the one who’s going to take care of this problem.  There will be no more needles spreading AIDS.  I’m just going to give them relief for their suffering.  It really is merciful if you think about it.  Too bad, you’re a wimp.  I have the solution and I have the money to enforce it, but you disagreed with me.  That was a big mistake. I’m the wind and no one can see me.  Just as the wind, they will certainly see what I can do, though.  I get what I want.  Doctor Martin begin.  Start her treatment.”

            George laughed as he turned around and walked out the door.  Doctor Martin took a big syringe and injected drugs into her arm.  George was in heaven again.  Things like this made him very happy.  George was waiting patiently for a bit of the “ultra violence.”  He went to his office and put on “Singing in the Rain,” and gloated over the call he would have soon.  He had complete faith his men would find Mr. Alligator Gar soon.  He pictured the scene in “A Clockwork Orange” where Alex kicked and kicked the man.  He loved Alex.  He was certainly an icon he could relate to.

            After his gloating, he made a number of phone calls checking up with his agents on the tattoo rapist—the sadistic creep he wanted to get a hold of the most.  He hated this man.  His passion was to teach this man who the devil really was.  Even George had standards and this man pissed George off.  Any creep who raped and tattooed teenage girls entire bodies deserved the worst by George’s standards.  He made these girls freaks for life.  George wanted to return the favor.  George’s goal was to top him.  George wanted him badly but this man still eluded discovery or capture.  That only made George hate him more.

            George took a short nap and around seven O’clock, he received the phone call he had been waiting for.  They had found Alligator Gar in Texas.  This was good news.  The terrorist was his.  He told his agents to keep a close eye on him until he got there.  It was his job to torture this man and his job alone.

            By nine thirty, George was on the scene.  Alligator Gar was in an apartment on the third floor.  They had confirmed that it was indeed the Gar character and that he was alone.  George ordered his men to bring up the battering ram and three of them went up to the third floor with George.  They immediately stormed the door to the studio apartment and before Gar could grab his gun, they threw him up against the far wall.  George had a spear gun and shot the son of a bitch right through the fat and muscle in his thy right next to his bone.  He was pinned against the wall since the spear, which was barbed, went right through his leg and into the wall.  He was stuck there with the barb holding him to the wall.  There was no escape except to tear off his whole leg. 

            George walked up to him and with a fierce anger in his voice, said, “Dude, you like to kill drug addicts.  Well, I’m the eye.  You seem to match this photo—Mr. Alligator, Mr. Alligator Gar.  You’re screwed now.  How did I find you?  I’m rich and no one knows where my money is.  So many names but I know.  I’m the eye and I found you because you smell bad.  My nose could pick you up a thousand miles away.  You’re killing the people of my country—not the good people but none the less, the people of my country.  That’s my job, jerk!  Think of me as a public servant.  I know         your guilty.  So I am the judge, jury and prosecution.  I’m the punisher.  You’re mine now and I torture.  You crap head.  You don’t kill those innocent little drug addicts.  That’s my job and I’m taking over.  You don’t kill period.  You forgot to ask me first.  I am the way, the truth and death.  No one comes to the Father except by me.  Lacing weed, you scheiBe- kopf!  You dummkopf!  I’m not God but you will have wished you found God instead of me.  See how I pinned you to the wall with the spear.  I used your leg.  Shut up and listen and stop your moaning you stupid crybaby.  How do you think the idiots you poisoned felt when they convulsed and coughed up blood.  I used a barbed and pointy spear to pin you to the wall.  It went strait through your flesh of your leg and into the wall.  The more you struggle the more it will tear.  Don’t worry.  If I had wanted to kill you, I would have done so by now.  There’s a lot more where this came from.  You’re gonna live a long life if I can help it.  See, I have the best doctors.  They fix you so you live.  Quite a life it will be.  I torture you idiot! You won’t be a martyr for a long time.  God must hate you.  You’re going to suffer.  The point is that I don’t want to kill you but I want you to die everyday for forty years.  You son of a bitch!  I don’t support your cause.  I support my own.  Thanks for the idea.  Let me tell you the ways I thank you.  Now you are mine.  You are no longer you.  You are property.  You sold your soul to kill people and I bought it from the devil.  In my organization, one hand never knows what the other hand is doing except for me.  I’m the eye.  I search through the secrets of men to find people like you.  Your leg will heal.  I’ll cauterize that in just a bit.  Have you ever been burned really bad?”

            Though George’s men were holding him, Gar continued to struggle to get free.  One of George’s men punched him in the face and made his nose bleed. 

            George continued and said, “Don’t tear your flesh trying to get away.  I want you to live.  It’s too late for you.  You’re a prisoner of war now—a permanent prisoner.  I’m going to burn you.  It’s like being branded.  If you struggle, your wound will be bigger and I’ll have to burn you more.  You’ve been speared with a double barb.  You fool!  There’s a barb on both ends.”

            George turned to one of his men and said, “Here, put the handcuffs on this stupid son of a bitch.  Put them on his wrists and ankles.”

            Turning back to the prisoner, George said, “Oh! Oh dude!  I forgot to tell you.  We’re gonna drag you out of here—all the way down the stairs and outside.  Don’t worry.  You’ll live.  I have the best doctors.”

            George couldn’t control his laughter. He was in heaven and he laughed so hard he almost gagged.  George lighted a blue flame torch and took out a branding iron.  He place the end of it inside the flame.  George’s men pulled out the spear tearing the prisoner’s leg severely.  Continuing with their torment, they threw a chain between his legs over and under the cuffs on his ankles.  They pulled him to the ground by pulling on the chain. George walked over to him.  The end of the branding iron was glowing hot by then.

            George said, “This is to help it heal the wrong way.”

            George stuck the rod on the wound for about a minute.  After that, his men flipped the prisoner over and George stuck the end back in the flame.  When it was hot enough, George stuck it on the other side on the exit wound.

            George spoke up again and said, “I had to eyes sown into one socket to make people never forget who I am.  Nobody knows what was done to me.  I saved the world and like “Iron Man” they rejected me.  They treated me worse than a criminal.  They shot me in the eye and threw me into insecticide.  I see things differently now—much differently.  For me, it’s more than a figure of speech.”

            George again stuck the rod back in the flame.  He placed it on both sides of the leg until the major bleeding had stopped. 

            In an angry voice, George said, “I’m not through talking to you yet—you son of a bitch.  Ever do nutmeg?  You like to play with drugs.  This is your new drug.  See, I will make you diet for two days.  I’ll be nice.  You’ll drink three Cokes a day and will eat three Twinkees a day.  The third day you’ll eat a half an ounce of nutmeg on your empty stomach.  You’ll obey me.  You will eat it if I have to stick a tube down your throat—you stupid son of a bitch.  In several hours, you’ll feel light headed.  It’ll be like a floating sensation.  It won’t feel too badly.  Oh, but it will keep getting more and more intense.  Then you’re scared.  Have you ever been scared?  Nutmeg is the tops.  You’ll be more paranoid than if you had smoked the wackiest reefer—more fearful and more panicky.  It isn’t pleasant.  You’ll struggle not to hyperventilate.  You will have never faced more fear and I won’t have done the worst yet.  You’re gonna watch me cut off your toes and even more.  I’ll feed you parts of your body that you won’t need anymore.  You will eat them if I have to grind them up and stick a tube down your throat.  Trust me.  I have the best surgeons.  You’ll live in fear for the rest of your life.  Let’s drag this piece of crap off and take him to his new home.”

            They dragged him down the stairs and all the way out to the street bruising and scraping the hair off his head.  They placed him on a stretcher and put him into a make-shift ambulance.  “B.E.G. Extermination” was written on the side of the van.  George rode along for the long ride home.  George was in absolute heaven.  This was just the beginning.  George had another new friend.  George thought up all kinds of new hospitalities on the ride home.  When they got the prisoner home, George did everything he said he would do and more.  George didn’t worry about anything else for the next week.  He had his victim, knife and soldering iron.  He had fun with all three.  He laughed as Alligator Gar gagged on parts of his own body.  His doctors were always near in case something would go wrong.  He wouldn’t want the prisoner to die too soon.  After a week, George got bored and handed him over to be placed in a salt covered cell.  There the prisoner was regularly shot up with drugs so that he wouldn’t pass out and go into shock from the pain of salt in his wounds. 

            George’s desire went back to finding the tattoo rapist.  A new victim had been found and George felt that he was close to getting the man he wanted the most.  The tenth victim of the rapist was found entirely black from tattoo ink in Chicago.  Only thirteen years old, she was just the latest sad story in an entire nation plagued with a terrible crime problem.  George truly did believe he should have this man so the absolute worst could be done to him.

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Chapter 15:  Good-bye Ray

            A few days later, George called one of his team leaders.

            “I want you to gather a crack team,” George said.  “We’re taking down a man named Ray McKellar.  I want to take him down at his home.  We need to be ready in three days.  The address is 2144 Lotus in that town that I hate.  You know the one.  I’ll be coming with.”

            “I understand,” replied his team leader.

            “You should know that he’s Sarah’s friend,” George said.  “She’s being taken care of right now.  She won’t even remember that he exists.  Money wasn’t good enough for her.  The Chinese understand and give me what I want for the technology we share.  Their scientists, my scientists, it’s all the same.  Money is no object for me, nor is it to you either.  There’s a five million dollar bonus in it for you if we are successful.  Tony, my friend, you understand, don’t you?”

            Tony responded, “Thank you sir.  You are so generous.  This one is a piece of cake.”

            “That’s the Tony I know,” George said.  “In the Bible, it says that God does not enjoy punishing the wicked.  I do.  Who does that make me?”

            “The devil,” Tony responded.

            “Good,” George said with joy in his voice.  “After me will come one greater than I, whose sandals I am not fit to tie.  Do you understand?”

            “Yes sir!”  Tony responded.

            Very pleased with Tony, George said, “Good.  I know you understand.  That is why you have a very high position in my army.  Go and tell no one what you have heard.  I will talk to you later.”

            George hung up the phone.  He knew it was a piece of cake too.  He was grinning from ear to ear.  With Sarah taken care of, he could get his revenge.  This was to be a busy week for George.  George had a lot of fun planned, which would culminate with the capture of Ray.  George relaxed for a while and listened to some of his favorite CDs.  He liked songs like “Strychnine” and “Heaven and Hell.”  He loved hard pounding music.  George, although quite old, was young at heart and quite active for his age.  Whether he was senile, was another question.  George was mad—mad at the world and mad crazy.  Moments of sorrow for others were his joy.  To him, no other ideal was greater than to “kill the people he once saved.”  In his mind, he was punished for saving the world.

            A couple hours later, George received a call from his lab.  They had two new people to work on and thought that George might like to have some fun.  George was excited that his people had thought of him when they brought these men in.  It was time for his rounds anyway.  He loved going to his lab and torturing people. 

            When he got there, one of the chief technicians pulled him aside and said, “I have something you have to see.”

         George said, “Well then, I’ll have to see it.”

            When they got to the room, there was a Chihuahua sitting on the table.  The technician was laughing as though something was really funny.

            George’s face turned red and he asked, “What’s with the dog?”

            Still laughing because he thought he was being funny, the technician replied, “We’re inseminating a Chihuahua with St. Bernard puppies just to see what will happen.  We have the technology to make it work and possibly explode the dog.”

            George grew furious and yelled, “No dogs!  You don’t know me very well.  Never touch a dog in this lab.  You idiot!  You just earned yourself some time in the microwave!”

            George sent for two guards who grabbed the man and dragged him off.  George followed.  When they got to the room, there was a seven-foot high contraption with a six-foot door.  It was bulky and kind of looked like a refrigerator.  It was lined on the outside with lead.  This was the microwave George had talked about.  George’s men stripped the technician and threw him in.  George punched five on the keypad and then pushed start.  There was a loud hum for five seconds.  Then silence.

            George was laughing and said, “I love this so much I’ll do it again.”

            He punched five again and then hit start.  When the hum was over this time, George opened the door and the technician was shaking.  He was sweating profusely and crying.

            George said to his guards, “Take him away to be wired.  You’ll never be able to disobey me again.  If you do, I’ll blow your head off.  Dogs are our equals if not our superiors.  Fool!  Next time you’re stupid, you’ll die.  Take him away before I vomit.  Now, does anybody have anything to cheer me up.”

            Another of George’s technicians was there and said, “We have the bunny experiment set up again.”

            George smiled and said, “Thank you.  Let’s go.”

            The technician walked with George and said, “As you have instructed, we have stopped feeding a group of bunnies and put them all together.”

            “Excellent,” George responded.

            When George got to the room with the bunny experiment, he started laughing his ass off.  The rabbits had clearly been chewing on each other.  Several had been chewed to the bone.

            “I love this,” George said.  “Ah!  Even the bunnies can’t resist the taste of their own flesh.  Bring in the newborns.”

            They brought in a bucket of about thirty freshly born rabbits and dumped them into the cage with the starving adults.  It became a feeding frenzy.  George couldn’t stop laughing.  This always amused George.

            George snickered, “Rabbits are fierce cannibals just as I told you.  Rabbits love to eat each other.”

            At that moment, one of George’s guards brought two men before George. 

            George’s guard said, “These men are rapists.”

            George looked at the men and snickered, “Do we like to bully women?  Creeps like you bring me great joy because you deserve what you’re getting.  You fools!  I’m the eye.  Did you forget that God and the angels in heaven see you all the time?  You both sold your souls to the devil and I bought them.  I have something for the both of you.”

            They dragged the men into a room with an extremely foul odor.  The odor was so foul that George and his men put on masks.  In the room, there was a pit with concrete walls fifteen feet high.  There were ten dead bodies and one living person in the pit.  Both me were brought to the edge of the pit.

            George said, “See him?  He’s lucky.  He’s been here six weeks and he still isn’t sick.  People really can live on bread and water.  You on the right, this is your new home.”

            George guard threw him into the pit and the man vomited when he landed. 

            Mocking the man, George said, “The smell.  Oh!  He has a weak stomach.  He won’t last.”

            He turned to the other prisoner and said, “I believe in being merciful sometimes.  You see that pit?  That could have been you.  Come over here and sit.  I’m going to let you live because you’ve seen what I can do.  You must be hungry.  Let me feed you.”

            The guard brought the man over and he sat down.  George called one of his men to bring in a special meal.

            “You I like,” George said trying hard not to laugh.  Here have some beans.  They’re fresh.  You didn’t mean to hurt anybody.  Did you?”

            The man was very hungry so he quickly ate all the beans.  After he had finished, George signaled his guard and he picked the man up and threw him into the pit.

            Laughing so hard he was crying, George said, “I’m a liar.  In fact, I’m the father of all lies.  In a way, though, I am being merciful.  Some of those beans you ate were castor beans.  Have you heard of them?  They’re poisonous.  I also added a few other chemicals to the mix.  You’ll die a slow painful death.  You fool!  I hate you.”

            George then retired to his chamber.  The next day was Easter Sunday. 

            In a small rural town, they were having their annual Easter morning Easter egg hunt.  People from all over the county came.  This year, they had hired a new company to prepare everything for the hunt.  The new company was to hide eggs with candy, stuffed animals, and hardboiled eggs.  As always, the entire town was used.  Two thousand people had shown up for this year’s grand event.  Everybody met at the west end of the town and the event would be started with a firing gun.  All the children and parents had smiles on their faces as they waited for the start.  This year they were promised that it would be the best ever.  George’s Parties, the new company they had hired, guaranteed it.  In fact, George’s Parties was filming it for the town without an additional charge.  They set up cameras throughout the town.

            The firing gun went off and two thousand people flocked into the town anticipating the goodies they would find.  Ten minutes later, a panic had developed as people realized that the stuffed bunnies were actual dead, stuffed bunnies.  It was pure pandemonium and George watched it all through the cameras that they had set up.  Not only were the stuffed bunnies real, the people started cracking the hardboiled eggs and found live fetal birds inside.  Kids were crying and parents were screaming.  The police had a hard time controlling the crowd as they tried to evacuate the scene.  Even the chocolate eggs were mixed with feces.  The plastic eggs had maggots inside.  George saw it all with the many cameras he had set up.  He laughed as the kids cried.  He laughed as parents were screaming with anger, frustration and horror.

            This was all to amuse George.  They would investigate but George’s Parties was a phantom—a ghost to scare the crap out of and dehumanize the children and parents alike.

George had created a monster that disappeared as quickly as it had been brought together.  He had created it just for this one event.  The cost to George was only a few million dollars—pocket change to George.  Not a trace would be found just like a phantom.  It had been dissolved by the time of the event.  The tragedy got worldwide news attention.  It was a joke to George but an atrocity to the world.  George was in heaven as he watched it again and again.  To see suffering was something George held golden.  Life was his to give and his to take in his mind.  Animals were food and toys.  He used them as toys to toy with the minds of all those happy Easter egg hunters.  He gave them a lesson in death that they should have never had to face.  George hated the innocence of children and it gave him great joy to see them cry and frown.  An even greater joy to George would be to see them kill.  Then they would be his.

            George’s men continued to spread rumors about him to children.  They told many grand fairy tales about him.  By now, he was well known for his terrible practical jokes.  He was known as the nut who had forced children to kill bunnies.  That is exactly what he wanted to be to the media—a lunatic.  While they would investigate him for his sense of humor, they wouldn’t see the darker picture George was creating.  His cult had become worldwide and even his most trusted allies were being wired into the system.  Many children believed the story of how George had been a circus freak.  They believed that he was a man from the nineteenth century who had been forced to eat live rabbits.  They believed that George would appear if they killed a live bunny at midnight.  Bunnies were dying at the hands of kids across the country.  George loved to see this stuff on the news.  It was a legend to tempt.  It was a story to carry kids into violence and it was working.  If they could kill a rabbit, what else could they do?

            That afternoon, it was time for George to go on a trip.  He left for Africa on one of his stealth supersonic jets.  Moving at top speeds of three thousand five hundred miles per hour, they were phenomenal machines.  He would be there in no time.

            He was going to Ethiopia for the grand opening of five indoor growing facilities around the world.  He was to cut the ribbon at the one in Ethiopia.  When he got there, he was awestruck at what he had done.  The building was a massive five miles long by five miles wide.  It was two hundred ninety feet high with ten stories.  There was a plaque dedicated to the anonymous man only know as “George.”  George was credited as having raised two hundred seventy one billion dollars of the three hundred billion dollars needed to build the five facilities.  China, with George’s urging and the prospect of good publicity, had given George two hundred seventy of the two hundred seventy one billion dollars that George had raised.  The other one billion dollars that George had raised was given by George’s companies in America.  George truly was a master of puppets—puppet companies, puppet executives, and puppet rulers.  George was a very dangerous man and nobody knew just how much power he had.  George himself had developed the idea for China four years earlier.  It was just a publicity stunt for himself and China.  It was charity out of a false good nature.  The George appearing to the crowd today would not be the nut, nor would he be associated with the character he had created back home.

Today’s masquerade would involve sunglasses, make-up and anonymity.  Only known as George, he was an angel sent from heaven to feed the poor of many nations.  Even China was looking good for being the only ones to listen to this angel.  If the world ever knew the true conspiracy going on, they would be scared to death.  The Bible says, “Even the devil can be disguised as an angel of light.”  Sure enough, though the crowds intentions were good, they were about to give the devil a warm welcome.

            There was a loud round of applause as George approached the microphone.  George shook the hands of the six dignitaries who were seated with him.  The crowd believed the sunglasses were there so he could keep his anonymity.  The crowd hushed as George began to speak.

            “I can remember four years ago when this was just an idea.  It was too expensive.  It couldn’t be done they said.  Letters were written to the United States government.  They gave me no response.   I wrote them again.  They told me that I was crazy.  It’s not possible.  I thought hard about who to go to.  I didn’t know.  It would be expensive.  Where would I get the money to build my dream of the future?  Finally, I advertised and created a non-profit organization.  Things were looking bleak.  There weren’t many donations.  No one had confidence in my idea.  I eventually got an offer of salvation.  It was from China.  I was to develop a building in China to show them that it could be done.  I figured out an estimated cost of fifty-four billion dollars.  It was expensive.  It was daring.  China believed in me, though, and we began to build.  When we finished, we had come in six billion dollars under budget.  It cost 48 billion dollars.  It’s such a meager fee to me when you think about all the hunger in this world.  It was built with a crew of thirty-seven thousand workers and took just 3 months to build.  China manufactured everything necessary to make it work and nine months later we were seeing results.  We even utilize solar power.  Bountiful crops came in.  Every type of food they wanted was grown in this facility.  I told them my dream and this is my dream fulfilled.  The U.S. eventually chipped in with other nations to help finish the work but I got China to give and amazing two hundred and seventy billion dollars to see this happen.  Many of the people of each country where we have built these facilities will be taught how to help maintain these facilities themselves.  Twenty-seven countries are giving money to help run and maintain these facilities.  Fourteen others have given indefinite loans.  Hope is here.  Did you know that we can manufacture top soil now?  The future is here.  I pray for future projects.  Thank you.  I hereby cut the ribbon.”

            The crowd cheered.

One of the dignitaries got up and said to them, “And thank you George if that is your name.  Without you this couldn’t have happened.  We all owe a debt to you.  We gratefully dedicate this building to you.”

The world had just see the devil face to face and praised him for his charity.  No one knew who George was.  George was treated like an angel of mercy.  The news media had no idea that this was the same man who was tormenting children back in the U.S.  He was the anonymous mystery man and the world loved him.  No one knew about the secret organization George had formed or that he tortured people.   They knew there was a sick jokester out there with a sick sense of humor and a different man of great charity.  The real problem was that no one knew what else lie beneath the new growing facilities. The only people who did were George and the Chinese government.

George flew back immediately after the event and rested.  On Tuesday, George was to get his vengeance and he would.

I hate George for what he was.  Being two-faced was what he was all about.  I hate George almost as much as I hate myself.  I thought I was a god.  George felt that way too but he was really a devil—an antichrist.  George was a man who admired Hitler and wanted to surpass Hitler in every aspect.  If you only knew George like I know George, you would understand.  As it turns out, George and myself were much alike.

The next day, George decided to double the size of his staff handing out weapons and bunnies to young children. His numbers were showing that as few as twenty percent of the bunnies were surviving now and that his operation was a big success.  He also added cats to the animals he was supplying to be hunted.  The worst thing was that he had decided that boys as young as six and seven should have real guns now.  Even a child could serve his dark lord if they had an accident.

Tuesday came and George went out with his team to get Ray.  He had his driver pass a billboard they had snuck up the night before.  It read, “Kill the Bunnies Yourself Restaurant” and had a picture of George with his double eye.  George loved it.  He wanted to mock those who were trying to track him down.

They got to Ray’s place at four in the morning.  They picked the locks on the door and entered one at a time very quietly.  There were six men on the team today including George.  Slowly they approached Ray’s bedroom.  They circled his bed.  In a flash, four men held him down while the fifth man jammed a ball in his mouth.  They twisted his arm to assure his mouth would open.  Duct tape was wrapped around his mouth and head. 

George grinned at Ray and said, “Did you think I could forgive the murder of my brother?  You shot my twin brother Joseph, remember?  I’m sure you remember Joseph.  You’re also responsible for the spill.  You asshole!  Do you see what they did to me?  I was the hero you son of a bitch.  You weren’t ever questioned.  It was all a lie.  You’re a murderer.  Everything that happened was all your fault.  You’ve murdered now and I’m the avenger of blood.  I was there.  You had no reason.  Forgive?  I’ll never forgive a pig like you.  It’s too late for you.  Hell is on its way.  You’re mine now and I torture.  I’ve reserved the best for you or should I say the worst.  The worst hell.  You’re gonna be an amputee—one piece at a time.  We’ll do the surgeries without pain relief.  I’ll remove each arm.  I’ll remove your legs.  At the right time, your vision will be taken away.  The whole time you will endure an onslaught of various other tortures.  You will feel my snake venom extract.  You will be burned.  I’ll rub salt in your wounds.  You will chew and eat your own hair.  I will feed you your own fresh ground genitalia.  I’m going to cut out your tongue and slice up your voice box.  You won’t be able to scream anymore.  You’re a sickness and I’m the cure.  I’ll surgically remove your hearing.  The only thing you will be able to hear is me inside your head.  I will torment you by making you feel pain all the time and all the time you will hear me and me only.  You’ll never ever be able to communicate again—no arms, no legs, no sight, no hearing.  The pain will never leave you.  You will be trapped inside yourself and alone forever.  I’ll make sure you live so you can feel the pain over and over again.  I have the best doctors.  I trained them myself.  Doomsday for you baby.  Torture, torture, torture.  “Pins and needles prick the skin of little dolls.”  Your dead baby!   Dead, dead, dead.  Drag him to the car.”

They dragged him all the way outside—stomach and face down.  His hands became scrapped up pretty badly.  They were between his face and the concrete.  It was that good old rocky stuff.  Once in the van, they were on their way and Ray truly was dead.

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Chapter 16:  Where There Are No Atoms

            The next day George went to a lecture of a new scientist he was adding to the team. George already knew him as Norm.  It was George’s idea that he give a lecture to the other scientists on the team about his theories on matter and light.  George stood in front of the audience and spoke.

            “My fellow colleagues, today is a special day in two ways.  We have a new member on the team and I have good news about our defense systems.  Can you remember when we had to drive around in trucks to monitor satellites and air traffic?  Today, our onsite satellite monitors have run a year with one hundred percent accuracy.  We are unknown to the world.  We are one hundred percent sure of that today.  I thank you all for your work on making this happen.  Because of you, we know where every satellite in the world is at every moment.  We are gaining access to more and more signals.  Our satellite defense is up and operational.  In an instant, we could blast away each an every satellite that we wanted to.  Every single one is monitored and programmed into our computers.  I thank you because we are a team.  We are the future.”

            “Today, I introduce you to a man who is joining our team.  I found him on the streets through the internet.  He is a man who questions the validity of many traditionally accepted scientific theories as well as religious theories—polemic so to say.  His theories and thought processing are different to the point that I had to hire him.  He has no formal training but I like what he says.  Give Norm your eyes and ears.”

            Norm shook George’s hand and smiled as he approached the blackboard. He wrote, “Where atoms do not exist.”  Norm began to speak.

            “This could be the title of my speech.  We do not recognize the many places where atoms do not exist.  Matter is not always in an atomic state.  Sometimes it is broken down into its smaller units—the subatomic particles.  I propose that there is a particle so small it has not been discovered, but yet, it is seen by all and we do know it exists.  Bound with energy it is the source of all matter.  We see it everyday when the sun comes up.  It is light.  The same particle that is light makes up all matter when bound with energy.  Energy can hold this particle motionless but when free this particle travels at the speed of light.  It is light as we know it.  When this particle is held motionless by energy it does not shine as light.  It is only when it is free to move at the speed of light that we can see it as light.  This is the only particle of pure mass and only different types of energy can bind it.  It has an almost infinite attraction to energy.  All of the subatomic particles are made of this particle and energy.  It is almost infinitely small but accounts for all mass.  Gravity is due to this particle.   When the energy bonds are broken so that a light particle is free, the particle will move at the speed of light and we will see it as light.”

      “How is light given off from matter and why?  It is when matter is compressed that light is given off.  When an atom or subatomic particle is squeezed,  some of the bonds that bind light are broken and light is given off.  When things are accelerated to fast speeds,  the inward pressure causes light to be release.  Just as when things are heated,  the fast movement of the atoms causes them to bang into each other or move into each other compressing the atoms and releasing light.   I will discuss this later.  Light is in all matter and when matter is compressed, some of the light is released.”

            “I will show you how a black hole is made and why it is not like falling off of an event horizon.  Nothing is infinite except for God.  There is no such thing as infinite gravity or mass.  Just think, has the whole universe imploded.  God is infinite.  Until we find the secret of infinity, we will not dethrone him.  Everything in the universe is finite including a black hole, which is not a hole but a solid object.  It has a finite mass.  It has a finite gravity.  Again, it is my belief that it is not a hole but a solid object.  In fact is made up entirely of this particle of pure mass, which is light.  It is frozen light.  Light freezes at absolute zero.  A black hole is of maximum density.  Nothing can be denser.  It is pure mass.  Nothing can penetrate this object.  It is made up of particles of frozen light compressed so that there is absolutely no space between them.  It is the impenetrable object.  It is in a state of matter without atoms.  It is made up entirely of particles of pure mass, which is the same particle that is light.  There is no energy in this mass as we know energy.  It is at a temperature of absolute zero.  Nothing could be colder.  There is no motion in the object it is compressed too solid.  It is the densest object in the universe devoid of everything but particles of pure mass.  Atoms do not exist in a black hole nor do the larger subatomic particles.    Because of its mass, though,  there is a very strong gravitational pull to all energy, light, and matter.”

            “Inside a star is another state.  Pressurized, hot and compressed are three words to describe the inner part of a star.  What if I were to say that the matter in the center of a star was too compressed for atoms to exist.  It is too compressed to be in the form of hydrogen.  The plasma in the center of a star is pressurized subatomic particles, energy and light separated by the extreme pressure.  This is another state where atoms do not exist.   The bonds forming atoms are broken from the pressure.  The crushed atoms are broken into subatomic particles, energy and light.  When atoms are compressed they have a breaking point.  The temperature and pressure inside a star make it impossible for atoms to exist here.  The pressure is from a stars explosive outer shell.  This explosiveness keeps the center of a star compressed together.  This forms the plasma, which is not hydrogen, but made up of shattered atoms and their subatomic particles.   I would also like to state that this follows my theory that fusion is actually fission.    Atoms can be broken.  They do not fuse but break and reform.”

            “You have to understand that my theories are built on the belief that matter is not always in an atomic state.  Very often it is in a subatomic state.  This is the case in the inner core of a star and is the case with a black hole.  A black hole is the charred remains of a star—the hardest, densest object in the universe.  It is an object of pure mass.  It is formed from the explosion of a star at the end of the star’s life.  The inward pressure that is created from that explosion binds particles of pure mass together into the solid, charred remains of a star.  It is like a diamond but much more dense.  It is too dense to be in an atomic state.  No, a black hole is a solid object made up of only the smallest particles—particles of pure mass.  All matter is made up of energy and light.  Normally in an atomic state, these things come together to form subatomic particles and atoms but I believe they can be separated and remain separated.  Yes, they have a natural attraction to one another which is why they typically remain as atoms but it is my belief that this bond can be broken under pressure and that there are objects in this universe that are not in an atomic state.  A black hole I believe is pure mass and is made up entirely of the smallest of all particles that have a mass.  This particle with energy has an attraction to one another and first form the subatomic particles.  Then the subatomic particles too continue the attraction and combine to form atoms.  When brought back together after separation, these particles will always recombine to form atoms but if separated under extreme circumstances these things can remain in a subatomic state.  This is the nature of matter.  Its desire is to be in an atomic state but the pressure on the inner core of a star prevents this.  So too, the pressure from an exploding star creates a dense mass completely devoid of energy.   But this dense object still has the attraction.  It has the maximum gravity of any object in the universe.  Light and energy and all matter with a mass will be drawn to it.” 

            “What is in the center of a star?  Again, it is my belief that the center of a star is so dense that the atoms of hydrogen have been crushed beyond their breaking point.   It is a solid mass of energy, light and subatomic particles.  The center of a star is second in density only to a black hole.  Its contents are crushed into the extremely hot plasma as you call it.  This plasma is not hydrogen but crushed atoms broken and swirling around.  At the outer edge of the core, the swirling mass reforms as hydrogen.  Here the hydrogen burns and its atoms are also shattered over and over.  Energy is released and absorbed at a high rate of speed around the outer edge of the core as the atoms are shattered and reformed over and over.   This explosive nature around the edge of the core is what keeps the core in place.  It is the inward pressure of the explosiveness of this area that keeps the inner core from expanding.  The pressure keeps the atoms crushed and broken in the core.  It is my belief that fusion is actually fission.  The hydrogen atom can be shattered.  When it reforms as hydrogen it is still unstable but if it reforms as helium it is stable.  That is why helium is the product.  The atoms do not fuse together but break completely and reform.”

            “Toward the end of the lifecycle of a star, the inward pressure becomes less and the star begins to swell in size.  Eventually, the inward pressure cannot hold the core together any longer and the star explodes.  All of the energy, light, and most of its mass are strewn through space.  The inward pressure from this explosion crushes the remaining mass together.  Devoid of energy, an object of pure mass is formed.  What is formed is the hardest and densest object in the universe—a black hole.  Not a hole at all but an object of measurable density although it be the maximum density of any object in the universe.  A black hole is an absolute maximum for density and mass.  A black hole is not infinite but finite.  Its mass is a measurable number.  The charred remains of stars will account for the black matter and black energy that scientists have been looking for.  This accounts for the missing atomic weight in the universe.  See, light does not reflect off of a black hole or black matter normally.  It is spun around it.  A black hole is so dense that light cannot pass into it but it doesn’t reflect back either.  It is spun around it and is shot off in various directions.  Black energy or black matter is frozen light—a black hole.”

            “Black holes are a solid object--the densest mass in the universe.  A black hole is at absolute zero.  It has no temperature.  It has no vibration.  It is when light is frozen and crystallized.  It has a finite mass.  It is the hardest object in the universe.  It is a solid object of pure mass.  It is made up of the same particle that is light.  A black hole is light—motionless and compressed so that there is absolutely no space between particles.   A black hole will remain motionless and will be the unseen black matter until something collides with it.  When things collide with a black hole, they are spun, shredded and accelerated to the speed of light.  Then they are typically shot out from the poles of a black hole.  First when objects reach the edge of a black holes gravitational pull they will begin to orbit the black hole.  As an object, planet or star gets closer to the black hole, it would be accelerated because of the great gravitational force exerted by the black holes extreme mass.  Then it would be strung out like spaghetti and spun around the black hole.  Upon collision with the black hole, the atoms of the object would be crushed because of the great force and the extreme density of the black hole. It’s like what happens when hot and cold meet.  See, I believe that a black hole is at absolute zero in temperature.  Nothing can be colder.   A black hole with many objects orbiting it would have a constant supply of space material feeding into it.   The crushed atoms are spun around the black hole and can be shot out the poles of the black hole.  This is what happens when a black hole has a feeding frenzy and spews material at the speed of light across the universe.   When a black hole has many objects orbiting it, a blazar or quasar can be formed.   The more collisions a black hole has, the faster it spins and the faster it spews matter across the universe from its poles.  It is like a cosmic tornado. What it is spewing is broken atoms.  Subatomic particles, energy and light are sent traveling at the speed of light or near the speed of light across the universe.   I believe that matter in contact with a black hole may even be broken down into particles of pure mass—particles of light.  These particles travel the speed of light and in fact are light.  It explains why the matter can be shot so fast out of such a phenomenon.  Black matter and energy is of the same makeup of a black hole but there is nothing in its gravitational pull.  There is nothing colliding with it so we do not see it.  Black matter remains perfectly motionless, cold and invisible.  However when matter does come into contact with it there is an explosive consequence.   If it gets a constant supply of mater coming into it, a blazar or quasar is formed.  You will have a tornado in space with a solid center—a solid object accelerating anything in its path to the speed of light.”

            “Atoms or even the larger subatomic particles can never quite travel the speed of light.  There is a law that I believe is true—the Law of Equal Force.   First, though, I will explain why space ships will never travel the speed of light.  First, we know in space a rocket can propel a space ship, but we also know that space is primarily devoid of matter.  There is nothing there for the propulsion to push off on.  No, it is the space ship’s own mass which causes it to be propelled forward.  A force from behind is a pushing force.  It is directed at the back end of the moving object.  There is another form of force that can accelerate an object—a drawing force.  In this, an object draws the moving object towards it.  A black hole will draw in and string out an object with its drawing force.” 

            “First I will explain what will happen with a pushing force as you try to approach the speed of light.  There will start to be a strain between the front end of the object and the back end of the object the faster and faster you go.  Eventually, long before you get to the speed of light, the back end of the object will start forcing its way into the front end.  Its own mass will work against itself.  At that point, it will flatten out and eventually dissipate.  A similar thing happens with a drawing force.  As it is with a black hole drawing in an object, the front end of the object starts advancing further than the back end and the object is strung out and dissipated.  Its front end would pull away from the back end and the object would be strung out much like spaghetti. At extremely high speeds, all matter will break apart and release massive amounts energy as in an atomic reaction.   All matter will either flatten out and explode or dissipate when accelerated with a pushing force.  All matter will be strung out and dissipate or explode when accelerating with a drawing force.   This is why, ships will never travel the speed of light unless you can solve the riddle of  the Law of Equal Force.”  And besides everything that goes the speed of light becomes light.  It literally turns into light.

            “The Law of Equal force works this way.   If you could apply an equal force to every point in an entire object, you could accelerate the object to the speed of light.  With a drawing force, there is more force being exerted to the front end of the object than the center and back end of the object.   The inner parts of the object have less or no force being exerted on them.  This is why an object will be strung out with a drawing force.  With a pushing force, there is more force being exerted to the back end of an object than the center or front end of the object.  Again, the inner parts have less or no force being applied towards them.  This will cause the back end to move towards the front and the object will flatten out and dissipate.   The Law of Equal force dictates that every micron, every subatomic particle in an object be given an equal amount of force to attain the speed of light.  Even the smallest deviation at such a speed will be catastrophic and the object will probably break apart.  A solution to this riddle must be found before the speed of light is possible.  As for right now, I say impossible.  This is just like transporter beams are impossible.  No computer will ever be able to map out every cell and atom in the human body.  Transporter beams are completely fictional.  Now, a black hole does string out matter because it applies a force that causes the matter to accelerate to almost the speed of light.   This is why the speed of light is unattainable by ship.”

            “I do have another theory about light and the speed of light that too would make it impossible for a ship to reach the speed of light.  Even the subatomic particles that are not light can never quite reach the speed of light.  It is my belief that all matter becomes light when it reaches the speed of light.  All mater is light when it reaches the speed of light.  When any piece of matter including all of the subatomic particles reaches the speed of light, all of the bonds that hold it together will be broken and it will break into particles as small as light going the speed of light.  It will become light itself.  As atoms are accelerated they will ultimately break into the subatomic particles with a large release of energy.  As the subatomic particles continue to be accelerated approaching and reaching the speed of light they will break into the smallest particles of mass and energy.  There will be a massive explosion and release of energy and all you will have left will be light.   It will be like a sonic boom except for the speed of light not sound.   All of the energy holding the subatomic particles together will be released as the speed of light is reached.  You will be left with particles of pure mass the size of light traveling the speed of light.  In other word, you will have only light.  You will have a flow of light particles with absolutely no bond to one another.  All matter turns into light at the speed of light.  A large object would become almost infinitely bright as it reached the speed of light because it would have almost an infinite number of light particles.  Even if you could overcome the theory of equal force, it doesn’t matter because everything that moves the speed of light is light.  Approaching the speed of light, atoms will break and release energy in an explosion.  Then subatomic particles will even break with another explosion and the result will always be pure light moving the speed of light.”

            “We have to get the power of God to get beyond time and light.  Einstein said things are relative.  I say light and time are constants.  That is the way God created them.  Just because you pass beyond the speed of light does not mean that you’ve transcended time.  It just means that you have gone faster than light, which I still believe is impossible.”

            “Let’s just say you can reach the speed of light.  Let’s also say you have two points A and B, which are a light year apart.  The year is zero.  At point A the year is zero but the light A sees from point B is from the year –1.  At the same time the year at point B is zero but the light you see from point A at point B is from the year –1.  If you travel at the speed of light from point A to point B, a year will pass.  At point B, you will see the same light as was at point A when you left.  This light will be from year zero.  The same though is true at point A.  The light they will see from point B will be from the year zero.  Everything remains constant.  The year at point B will still be 1 when you arrive and the year at point A will be one.  You are just seeing the light from a year earlier.”

            “If you head back immediately from point B to point A at the speed of light, a second year will pass.  At point A you will see light from the year 1 from point B just as when you left point B.  The year at both points will be 2 and the light at each point seen by the other will be from year 1.  Nothing changes.”

            “Let’s start over with points A and B again.  Both are a light year from each other.  Let’s say this time we travel the speed of light in a curve with a diameter of one light year from point A to point B.  When we leave the year is zero at A and the year is zero at B.  Each sees light from the year –1 from the other.  When you reach point B this time the year will be pi / 2.  The light B sees from point A will be from year pi /2 – 1.  As it is from A to B it is from B to A.  At that time, those at point A will see light from the year pi / 2 – 1.  If you travel back to point A at the speed of light with the same curve you will arrive at point A in the year pi.  The light you will see from either point to the other is from the year pi – 1.  Light and time are constants and this is even true if you travel in 3 dimensions, curves or zig-zags.  The distance you are from a point, the speed you’ve traveled,  the light you see are all mathematically tied together and are completely constant.”

            “Only God is beyond time.  Only God can travel faster than the speed of light.  George has a project.  He wants my help and he wants your help too.  I’ve already told him we could never reach the speed he wants.   I told him it would be a voyage into destruction.  Our father, though, demands we try.  He demands that we find a way to get to God.  God exists beyond time, light, space and all matter.  If we could only get to that existence beyond the speed of light.   If we could only exist without matter as we know it.  If we could only get to the Holy One’s realm.  If we could only get one step closer to that realm, then maybe, we could kill the Son again and certainly slaughter the Father as well.  I pray that polemically we shall find the answers.  The perfect one who shall rise above God will help us.” 

“Don’t believe the lies.  If time were linked to light and the speed of light, then there would be a distortion of time for any object moving at any speed.  Don’t believe the bull.  Man accelerates particles and objects all of the time.  Where is the time distortion of time?  Is there an affect on time with the particles we accelerate to nearly the speed of light?  Have we distorted time with these particles?  No.  Time, distance and light are constants.  Don’t be a fool.  God created them this way.  How do we get to the power of God?  That is the question.  May the perfect angel rise above Him.”

            “Getting back to the science.  Let’s say we have the same points—A and B.  They are a light year from one another and the year is zero.  Let’s say that we can travel faster than light.  If we travel from point A to point B at twice the speed of light, a half year will have passed.  The year at point B is ½.  The light from A that you see at B is from the year –1/2.  The same is true for the light at point A from B.  Things are still constant.  If you travel back immediately, a whole year will have passed since you first left.  The year will be 1 and the light seen at each point from the other will be from the year zero.  Nothing changes.  Light and time are constants completely separated from one another.  Whether you travel in a curve or three dimensional, they will always be the same.  There is no infinite variable to the equation.  It is pure and simple math.  If time and light were connected, then there would be a distortion of time for any object traveling at any speed.  Particle accelerators accelerate particles at great speeds all the time.  Have these particles experienced any distortion of time. No.  Time is an unchangeable constant.  Our lord has access to the heavenly realms but it is not enough to reach God the Father.  Even heaven is locked by time.  It is only the creator who is beyond time.  We must solve the riddle—A thousand years is like a day and a day is like a thousand years.”

            “Again, getting back to the science.  Heat and cold are considered to forms of the same energy.   I propose to you that temperature and speed are identical.  Temperature as we know it is the speed of vibration of an object or particle of matter.   I believe, though, that temperature can be one directional movement as well.   All matter vibrates except for a black hole, which does not vibrate because it is at absolute zero.  All of the vibration of matter has distance and speed however minute the distance is.  Slow vibrating or cold matter will slow down fast vibrating or hot matter when they come into contact with one another.  Hot or fast vibrating matter will speed up cold or slow vibrating matter when they come into contact with one another.  There is an absolute zero with temperature, which is when there is absolutely no vibration.  Only a black hole or black matter can attain this.  Again, black matter is frozen light.  There is also a maximum temperature and only a particle of light can attain this.  Heat is a fast vibrating object as heat is also a fast moving object.  With a fast moving object, the temperature is realized when there is a collision between it and another object.  The speed and masses of the moving objects is directly related to the amount of damage done and the amount of energy that is released.  A large fast moving object will destroy small objects in its way completely with little damage to itself.  Woe to the man who collides to masses traveling over half the speed of light.  The impact will be greater than the speed of light and who knows how much energy will be released and what harm it will do to the fabric of this universe.  If you move at a million miles per hour you are hot.  When you collide with something at that speed, a certain amount of damage is done and a certain amount of energy is released.  This is the temperature being realized of the object moving at a million miles per hour.  Just like hot doesn’t affect cold until they come into contact with one another.  A low temperature collision is a car accident.  For the most part, only physical things are done.  No chemical or atomic reactions occur.  Metal bends and plastic breaks.  Only the physical bonds are broken.  Molecules separate from other molecules.  If a fire occurs, that would be the exception.  A fire is a chemical reaction in which molecular bonds are broken and atoms separate from each other to form other molecules.  A chemical reaction is the next highest level of reaction in a one directional collision.  If the collision is at a fast enough speed, a chemical reaction will occur.  This is also true of stationary heat.  If a fire comes into contact with paper, the paper will burn.  If a hot soldering iron comes into contact with paper, the paper will burn.  If you go even faster or at an even greater temperature, the collision will result in an atomic reaction.  Atoms will break when collisions are at a fast enough speed.  As with everything in the world of matter, this type of reaction often is dependent upon the type of elements involved.  Some elements will react in this way much easier than others.   The radioactive elements are an example, though all matter will react in this way if the collision is at a great enough speed.  The next level of speed or temperature will cause even the subatomic particles to break.  As with an atomic reaction, a subatomic reaction will release a large amount of energy.   Temperature is not just due to heat energy.  It is the vibration of matter or the speed of a moving object.   When object comes into contact with hot items in the traditional way, strong reactions can occur.   In the same way, strong reactions occur when a fast moving object collides with another object.  Light is actually the hottest particle in the universe but its mass is so small it is insignificant except when the light is very dense and in large amounts.

            Electrons moving through a conductor are very hot but they have a small mass.  Somebody told me Einstein stated that an object approaching the speed of light would greatly increase in mass.    If this is true, why don’t the particles we accelerate increase in mass?  No, the increase is in temperature.  Mass is a constant no matter what speed you travel.  Some molecules or atoms do not allow for a flow of electricity.  The resistance is too great and the electrons are blocked from entering the atoms.  Some do allow a flow of electrons to flow through them.  Now these things, which allow for a flow of electrons, also have a limit or resistance.  Resistance is a direct result of the flowing electrons colliding with other subatomic particles thus transferring their energy or temperature to the conductor in which they are passing through.  The greater the resistance, the smaller the flow of electrons the conductor can handle without these collisions occurring.  If you overload a conductor these collisions will occur and the temperature of the conductor will increase.  The speed of the fast moving or hot electron will be transferred to the conductor in the form of heat as we know it—in other words, vibration.  If the resistance is low enough, electrons can flow through a conductor without transferring their great heat to the conductor.  This is because the electrons do not collide with other subatomic particles.  Electrons are hot because they are fast.  If they collide with other particles while moving through a conductor, they transfer their heat to the conductor by making it vibrate—the other form of heat.

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Chapter 17:  The Drug Martyrs

            It was a joyous day for George.  It was the day that shipments of George’s poisoned drugs went out for distribution.  It was carefully planned and executed.  Nothing could be traced back to George and he made sure his men covered their ass too.  His agents were ghosts disguised as drug dealers.  They would pop up anywhere at anytime.  The shipments on this day would be large in order to start this program off in a large way.  George was expecting death tolls in the thousands.  George would scare society into taking a sober look at life.  George hated men, especially drug users.  To him, they were the rejects of society and many of them would not be fit for service to his dark lord.  George wanted to see a lot of dead pot and crack smokers today.  To George, it was better that some die in order to make others quit and be fit for service to his king.

            Another reason George was happy was because Sarah was coming by for her first visit since being converted.  He had a special test for her.  He wanted to make sure her conversion was complete.  She was an FBI agent and he didn’t want to take any chances.  He had great plans for her.  She would be one of his FBI moles.

            George welcomed Sarah and said, “Look at what the cat drug in.  Aint you a sight for sore eyes.  Do you have anything new on the tattoo rapist?”

            Sarah replied, “Nothing new, George.  I’ve made sure that you’ve been kept up to date on that.  I came because you said you wanted to show me part of your program.”

            George smiled and said, “Yes. Yes.  Why don’t we go?”

            They went to a room with a big deep fryer in it.  One of George’s men had a big white chefs hat on his head.  There was also a medical table with straps on it in the room.

            “Come here Sarah,” George said.  “We caught a man who raped eight women.  We’re going to make him eat his own balls.  Scum like this deserve to be treated this way.  Don’t you agree?”

            Sarah replied, “Absolutely.  I’m happy to see something actually being done about creeps like this.”

            Snickering, George said, “I’m glad to see you back.”

            “I’m glad to be back,” Sarah responded.  “I’m glad to help you make a difference in this world.”

            “That’s good to hear, Sarah,” George said very pleased with how things were going.

            Some of George’s men brought the rapist in.  There was also a doctor present.  They strapped the man down on the medical table and the doctor began with the surgery. 

After making some cuts, the rapists penis and testicles were carefully removed.  The wound was cauterized and sewn back together.  The man’s balls were placed in a cup and taken to the chef.  You could see the tears rolling down the rapist’s face.  He was extremely terrified.  The rapist began to hyperventilate and the doctor gave him a shot to calm him down.  He was now sedated but still very much in fear.  The chef was wearing latex gloves as he carefully chopped up the man’s dick and balls in front of him.  They were placed into a basket, which was placed into the deep fryer.

            George walked up to the victim and said, “Oh! You fool!  You poor little fool!  Didn’t you know that God has watched your every move?  Vengeance is mine sayeth the lord.  I am the lord to you now.  Picking on poor defenseless women.  How many did you rape?  At least eight that I know of.  I promise you that you too will be a rape victim before I’m through with you.  Bubba’s got a new girlfriend if you know what I mean.  Don’t worry.  You’ll be fine princess.  You are now a eunuch princess and you will be a jailbird’s bride.  Damn fool!  You’re nothing but an animal—raping eight women.  Did you think you were unseen?  Both God and I see all.  I’m the eye, you pig.  Now you’re gonna eat your own dick.  Your balls are frying right now.  Tasty, tasty, tasty.  Yum, yum, yum.”

            Turning to those attending the event, George said, “You can see that the victim is in an acute state of fear.  We amplified this by starving him for a day and then feeding him a half-ounce of nutmeg on an empty stomach.  Twice we have shot this man up with the snake venom extract in the last week.  He has felt that intense pain twice now.  He knows what it is and what it does.  You will see how this will lead him to obedience in this experiment.”

            Then George turned to the prisoner and said, “Remember that shot that made you hurt all over?  You don’t want another one of those do you? No, of course not.”

            At that point, George was handed a tray with the man’s deep fried penis and testicles.  The crowd was laughing with anticipation including Sarah.

            George himself was laughing and said, “Open wide.  Wouldn’t you rather have a yummy than that shot that hurts so much?  Yes it is your own penis but that doesn’t mean it aint gonna taste good.  Here we go.  It won’t be so bad after you take the first bite.  It’s easy.”

            George’s experiment was a success.  The man opened his mouth and took his first bite.  There was disgust in his face as he slowly chewed and then swallowed.

            George spoke again and said, “Now, that didn’t hurt one bit.  Did it?  Here’s another.  That’s it chew.  Swallow.  Good boy.  Eat up.  Oom oom good.  What a good boy you are.  I think we could actually use you someday.  You’ve learned very well.”

            The prisoner ate it all.  Fear was one of George’s grandest tools.  Sarah was just as amused as everybody else watching this event take place.  Sarah said her goodbyes to George and left.  Sarah had approved of everything.  Her conversion was a success.

            A little later that day, George decided to have some fun.  There was a man who had been giving them a terrible time with his conversion.  George wanted to play a cruel joke on this man.  He loved to torture people mentally and physically.  He went to the room where the man was strapped down.

            George walked up to the terrified man and said, “Hi stupid.  You finally get to meet the boss.  You’re lucky I’m a nice guy.  I wanted to set you free a reformed man but you wouldn’t accept the offer.  You would have been a moderately rich man.  Unfortunately for you, you fought conversion.  You fool!  The devil shows no mercy but I on the other hand, will set you free despite your disobedience.  Freedom for you just shows I’m a merciful man.  Look above your head.  There’s a three hundred pound weight above your head.  Trust me.  This is the merciful way.  I could have tortured you for years.  For you, freedom is death.  Excuse me while I leave.  I don’t want to get splattered with blood.  I just took a shower. Bye.”

            George left the room and the weight fell and crushed the man’s head.  To George, this was an act of mercy.  He could have tortured the man just as he had said.  George is a man of whim, though, and he loves to kill too.

            After that, George went to the office to watch the news.  By now, news would be floating in about the victims in his drug poisoning scheme.  Around five, reports started trickling in.  In one of the first reports, they interviewed a man who had witnessed one of the murders. 

            The witness said, “Look.  I don’t know what the hell is goin’ on.  This man gave us some crack and a brand new pipe.  He said it was a cool pipe.  It wouldn’t burn our lips.  I was tired so I went back to bed.  When I woke up my roommate was dead.  You know the police said there was lead in the pipe and some poison crap.  This is bull.  This just aint fair.  He was a good boy.  He didn’t deserve to die.  I hope they catch this asshole.  It just aint fair.”

            George laughed hysterically at this.  By eight O’clock, the news had broken into all of the scheduled programming on all the major networks.  It was pandemonium as newsmen interviewed victim after victim.  They were trying to warn the entire nation about the problem.  The problem for a lot of the victims was that they weren’t watching television.   In the areas where the drugs were distributed, the police couldn’t keep up with all of the calls.  Police were driving through the neighborhoods desperately trying to prevent more deaths with bullhorns.   Some victims were fools who couldn’t go without their crack despite the risk.  It was worth the risk to some.  Some just didn’t believe the police.  By midnight, George’s men predicted that at least five thousand drug addicts had been killed.  A few days later, the news reported that up to twelve thousand people had been victimized by George’s scheme.  Just as George had predicted, drug use across the United States dropped drastically.  People were afraid to play Russian roulette with their own lives.  George’s men snuck around continuing to deal in poison on a smaller scale to keep the scare alive.  The victims were rejects in George’s eyes and deserved it.  These were desperate times in the U.S. and drastic changes were happening.  Crime was on the rise and the people were being suppressed, but you can’t suppress people forever.  Outside of the poisonings, violent crime dropped at first but people were angry and without their fix.  Soon, violent crime sharply increased as tempers flared.  Many turned to alcohol and this only fueled the fire more.  George had anticipated this and was well pleased with this result.  George knew that, while pot pacifies and crack creates desperation, alcohol fuels fires.  George knew that alcohol, the legal drug, leads to more violence than any other drug on the market.  His plan was a success.

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Chapter 18:  Demon Apes

            It was a day that George had been anticipating for the last six months.  His team in the psychoactive drug department felt that it was time to display the power of their identity replacement experiments.  Nearly a thousand of George’s finest would be on hand.  This was to be one of George’s finest moments.  I have to admire him for this.  Although I hate George with all my heart, he was superior to me.  He had become a god.  Although I wanted this too, this was something I never came close to accomplishing.  I was a failure and George was a success.  George had even invited Chinese dignitaries to attend the event. 

            On his way to attend the event, George met with the dignitaries to discuss the progress of many of his experiment.

            He shook each of their hands and then said to them, “We have had great progress with reprogramming people.  Most of our experiments have been highly successful.  Our system of selective memory erasure has reached a nearly one hundred percent success rate.  If I had to give you a number to the successes in our catch and release program, I would say we’ve brainwashed and wired nearly eight thousand people to this date.  We even have a number of politicians in our pocket now.  With the money we’ve been making on the business side of the program, we have nearly covered sixty percent of the total costs of running this facility this year.  I have a highly efficient crew who love their work.  Of the people who have actually been released, we have a one hundred percent success rate.  There have been no failures yet.  All of them are happy converts.  If there ever is a failure, we have fail-safes to cover that.  Any one of these people could be killed in an instant.  Our successes are also due to the unrestricted and illegal nature of our program.  With laws and regulations, we could have never gotten this far.  It will continue to be a success as long as we can keep this secret.  I believe that in the future we may have quite an influence on this nation.  I’m sure you are pleased with that prospect.  I’ve already sent the business of many U.S. companies your way.  You continue to scratch my back and I will continue to scratch yours. 

            Today’s program is in our psychoactive drug department.  I am well pleased with their progress, as I am sure you will be.  Many of their findings are already successfully implemented in our brainwashing department.  Today’s experiments are limited to those of identity replacing.  Each subject in these experiments will have no recollection of who they were.  I’m sure you will be as pleased as you are entertained by this.”

            George sat the dignitaries in the front row with himself.  They already knew of George’s progress but they wanted to meet George personally.  They wanted to be here to see this amazing event.  The truth was that much of what George’s crew had been working on was already being implemented in China.  The show was about to begin and the top scientist on the project approached the microphone.

            He tapped the mike a few time to catch everyone’s attention and said, “For the last four years, my team has had one success after another.  We have literally placed one hundred wanted criminals back into society with different identities.  The true success of this is that the men themselves cannot remember their old identities.  We have had an amazing one hundred percent success rate with this.  We have mastered brain surgery and facial reconstructive surgery.  We even replace their fingerprints with those of people with no criminal records.  We brainwash them completely into a new identity.  Psychoactive drugs have played a big role in our successes.  LSD is an amazing drug if used in the right way.  We use nutmeg to instill fear.  We have even utilized Jimson weed.  In fact, it plays a big role in our presentation later.  PCP has been placed inside small capsules inside each man’s body and can be released with a radio control.  If we ever need to cause rage in one of our wired subjects, it is released along with several other chemicals we have come up with.  It is most effective in creating a blind rage while still rendering the subject under our control.  The subjects receive a microphone and speaker in their inner ear.  These are so small that they would be very hard to find even if someone were looking for them.  We can speak to them and monitor everything they hear.  The subjects are completely wired.  There are microchips throughout their bodies.  Again, these chips are difficult to detect.  We can make a man do something similar to the disease Saint Vitus’s dance by triggering electric signals in their muscles and brain.  We can scramble a man’s thoughts so that he cannot think.  If a subject chooses to cross us, we can make their head explode with the press of a button.  The circuitry will melt in their body and there will be no trace of what we had done to them.  It will be a mystery.

            Today, though, our show is of a different nature.  We have developed far more advanced forms of identity replacement.  It was only made possible through our lawless leader George.  It was his idea.  When there are no restrictions, there is no end to the possibilities in our research.  We have made scientific advancements that others, including our enemies, could only dream of.  I would also like to thank our Chinese friends for making this all possible.

            Before I go any further, please allow me to tell you an old story.  The story was the inspiration behind what we have done in this experiment.  In the eighteenth century, some soldiers happened upon a plant that they though would be good to stew.  They were hungry and didn’t know any better.  The funny thing is that they picked a plant that farmers today know as locoweed.  Farmers hold it responsible for making cows go crazy.  It is a relative of the tomato plant and some strange people have spliced tomato plants to the top of it to make larger tomatoes.  When this is done wrong, the results can be fatal or it can result in a serious poisoning.  As the story goes, these soldiers ate the stew and for a period of time, they believed that they were apes.  They were quite out of their minds until the effects wore off. 

            Today, we have utilized this story in a different way.  We, too, have created an ape-man.  We, though, do not want the mindless results that the soldiers encountered.  Our creations are not completely stupid.  Our creation is the demon ape.  We have utilized Jimson weed with an assortment of other chemicals to illuminate the new species we have created.  It isn’t really a new species but the subjects have absolutely no recollection of ever being human.   We have made a controllable super weapon out of mere men.

            We have surgically altered their appearance and we keep them together so that they can see each other.  It helps set in the illusion we have created in their minds.  We have made them look more like apes and have given them horns.  We have been quite successful at implanting hair everywhere on their bodies.  We have altered their jaws and mouth to accommodate their one-inch fangs.  Scrotum skin has been placed over their noses.  We shaped their noses and bulked them up.  The nostrils point more outward.  We have surgically implanted three inch steel claws to their fingers.  I guarantee you that this demonstration will be fun and entertaining.  Of course, if we ever need to utilize creatures like this, we will make them bulletproof too.  I now give you the demon apes.”

            Creatures just as they described were revealed as they pulled aside the curtain.  There were six of them.  They were motionless and appeared to be in a trance.

            The scientist spoke again and said, “We will now have these six creatures devour six rapists that we have found on the street.  There are capsules of drugs in their bodies and we will tell them exactly what to do through speakers in their ears.  We have trained them for this moment.  They have been waiting to taste human flesh for a long time.  As far as they know, they are demon apes who eat human beings.  We will release the drugs and tell them to eat the victims. Here are our six victims.”

            Six naked men were shoved into the cell with the demon apes.  It was as if the ape-men awoke.  They instantly attacked the men.  Skin, muscle and guts were shredded.  There were faces without noses.  The demon apes appeared to enjoy biting their faces and necks repeatedly.  Jugulars were slashed and the victim’s blood drained.  It was a massacre.  All of the victims were dead and being eaten.  You could see the demon apes chewing and swallowing their flesh.  They absolutely gorged themselves.  All the while, people were clapping and laughing at the results. 

            The experiment was a one hundred percent success.  The Chinese officials were well pleased.  They asked George for the research papers so that they could do this themselves.  It was George’s pleasure to make the world a more dangerous place.  China was an ally that George needed right now.  He loved the way that they would suppress people.  He loved what they did to Tibet, but George also held a special place in his heart for Hitler too.  The thing you have to realize with George is that you’re a friend until you’re obsolete.  China was just a stepping-stone.  Although he admired them, he would crush them too if they put up resistance to his ultimate plan.  George just follows the money and power.

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Chapter 19:  George’s Generals

            George and the Chinese believed it was time to form an army within the United States.  George was to appoint ten generals and a president.  They were to be chosen based on their political positions in the United States government.  George chose three mayors, four state senators, and three important businessmen to be generals.  The man chose to be president was a man who soon would be a United States senator.  George had very special plans for this man.  George wanted power and this was the man he picked to get him that power.

            The first job was to kidnap these men.  Another of the reasons these men were picked was that George already had men in positions of trust with them.  The men were picked up without problems.  Each of the men, were to undergo a quick two-week program of brainwashing and wiring.  Their kidnappings would be attributed to terrorists.  At that time, many gangs were being attributed to terrorist activities so it seemed logical to frame certain gang members.  The kidnapped politicians would corroborate the stories and would testify against these gang members.  At the end of the two weeks, George held a meeting.  All eleven politicians were there.

            George got up and said, “I am the voice of one calling in the desert.  We are here today because I have appointed you to be generals in my organization.  Your allegiance will be to me until the father comes.  You will reign with us when the angel of perfection rises above God.  As you know, we must pave the way for Satan’s arrival.  I chose you because you have influence over people.  Trust me.  With the money I have, you will go places.  Money is no object as long as you serve the purpose.  I want you to know that you are all rich men and soon you will be rich, powerful men.  Right now, we officially have almost eight thousand five hundred converts. Only you know that all of these men have been wired.  Yes, you too are wired but do not worry, you will be happy, rich, famous men.  I have confidence that you will achieve these things.  I guarantee it.  I’m everywhere now.  I’ve hired quite a team.  They are all under you when they are in your jurisdiction.  I will tell them where to go and I will send you coded messages about our plans.  I guarantee you that not even the CIA can break the code.  There is nothing to worry about.  I’ve been hiring legitimate businessmen to buy businesses for myself and the Chinese.  Right now the Chinese serve our purpose but your true loyalty must always be to me.  I am the wind.  No one sees me but they will see what I do.  I am there and I am gone.  It is our purpose to cause crime.  Then we will be heroes because we will have the solution as well.  Trust me as the angel of perfection trusts me.  God cannot deal with the fact that he created a being superior to himself.  We will all rise above God upon Satan’s ascension to the throne and I will sit at his right hand.  You must believe me.  I have confidence in all of you.  In the forefront of our agenda, will be our chief spokesman of propaganda—the soon to be senator from Illinois, Roger Richardson.  He will be my voice as will be each of you.  When we work as a team, we will achieve the power we deserve and need.  You each have been briefed on the projects you will be heading.  I am positive that each of you will achieve the goals that I have set before you.  It will be easy because only we will know.  Go back to your homes with my blessings.

Because you were kept hostage by gang members, you will be looked at like heroes.  Above all spread the love of our perfect lord.  Amen.”

            George handed each of them a special disc, which he told them was the only way to break the coded messages he would send them.  None of them was to store the program on a computer and they were to hide the program where it could not be found.  George talked to each of them individually to give them their specific orders.  Then he sent them on their way to the places where they would be tied up to give the illusion that they had been kidnapped.  The gang members that were being framed had also been kidnapped as well so that they had no alibi.  After their rescue, the politicians made examples out of these men and were considered heroes for doing it.

            George always coded the messages that he sent his generals and president.  One day, though, a message sent to his president was intercepted by the FBI.  Of course, it couldn’t be traced back to George but they did have one of George’s coded messages.  For the moment, the FBI couldn’t break it.  What they had was pages of numbers and letters.  They were arranged in 5 columns.  This is how it appeared to them:

24132          9R3A1          03922          01141          33C72

40H31         3540B           28121          52231          3186F

2347R         6Q4F3           IHI9P          11J41          11213

5KB22        01113            0BF21         M3J32         0130G

D1220         120R2           3C621         B30F1         22201

01210          532E9           2312R         3302C         BK112

3131B         201B3           D52D5         33181         01010

103C3         11115           CFA3C        1017Z         11173

1B9Q1        1RB8L          1A140          J1311         1CU34

71B31         H6112           11R75         12P22          R7302

1KDC1       2B7F3           31643          1XL11        124CK

B22A2        202GF           22140           12234         15211

92A12         23311            A5224         12B12         13111

C27A1        31A2B           20254           23194         52012

14112         2DRD1           72412           0131C        31240

94172          41913            24210           EH1AE      63532

12I16           C4232           23201           31921         D2321

17261          C4111           749HK         71143         26151

11C14          27C3H          71217          1KOD1       21JRZ

71V52          74212            111BJ          C1319         252B1

RG373         19172            401F2          2C416         12463

3511A          201F1            02112          61910          10013

12201           11113            11220          35142          33311

81910           0341A            11121          52022          11122

5314E           2I1C1            2132A         10172           11732

19121            12022            A2101         12BC1         0D711

2171C           31001            11134           31310          23AB2

01010            2231C            21014          24222          12162

54382            31171             41922          02011          11742

22312            841B1            11323           12113          24121

23141            41515             3DK22         23L64          22253

H7C34          021D2             218F3           12111         A3352

3213E           2H231             5B110          306B2         11523

02211            80101              43825          3C412         12410

02011            22132              2C14E         5H302         12231

0C218           K6211             02G47          1310X         13417

24222            10112              311A5          2203J          32873

422C9            01122              136V1         3731B          F1514

31011            1AU37             54722          17233           04C12

33H81            RT520             51440          11040           38122

24231            24131               20BE1         10211           B81B1

44312            26230               C314B         7221C          B6113

76131            33423               22E14          46653           75A12

11511            A5E71              CRA11        363B4          13E42

1021B            52641               23323          5630E           456C8

K49F7           12403               A7112          33110           47H44

13131           712C3          55071          123KR          24172

30415           C1126          18PA2          13465           C4110

22343           3211E           01232           34506          789A0

5B86F          C595H          0124L          2E5HM         CIJ30

HA2CJ         45HB1          05F6L          J2063            2FAMJ

789A0           5B86F          95HM5         3J089           6B624

10671           189P3           62250           21417           BQ504

15243           31103            05934          20617            112FR

33412           33111           10212           32223           33315

24E82           F3433           42021           12317           21139

33318           C3363           33418           37F97            FA223

21722           010D9           1218A          22020           11010

313B9           22332            F1124          01433           1C714

110HF          L1215            10316           20961           10C23

24225           11021             20107           A4118          S2111

15200           6C530             16942          30411           21C30

23314           24301             81426           12133           11023

83319           F4121             20451           23126           11119

1102F           2331A            24141           5A311          5308R

14116           12411             52112           32L17           21032

11115           1519G            42142           30183           91A31

12512           11844            8C264           23191           00162

22122           4114E            23172           6C312           13211

92421           0G151           91213            73252           22125

62344           20151            41221            61221           02122

B4124          B1201            61822            1C689          75181

11402           01431             12112           11521           01310

31041           22144             51A77           19103           43413

92114           62710             16412            34041           11332

01057           F6501             24311            3210E           52678

0E162           42311             01923            45QL1          20301

12135            R2321            11220            2B333           18152

31193            1C22S            84423            11117            H4101

21240            12241             38223            42112            13171

81221            12172             10121            11163            11810

0J218             256A6            1B321           42022            1130J

22152            20121              12C21           41411            34116

17H64            G7232             4G712          1167G           JG15D

F4220             22451             62425            21412            3013A

G1018            41212            1632G            M424I           81714

7GC52            31520            21331            2221C            L4243

11B32             40I23             71131            71211            48541

3A813             45110            26351            12142            52190

83312              01778            12408            63212            21072

04421              21301            22120            11335            15251

20341              62532             01113            211C4           01021

12BCD          31B21          12123          111A5          1823R

22112             33223          7312C          21213           241C1

31024             95211           92402         2B720           12A42

20331             22722           2142J          25132            13103

12142             141BD          41BCB        93012            21121

02023              21522           C2120         16210            8B622

4A231            B1225           22428         141D4            21361

22311             05101            5167D         14357            11212

03114             12311            00241          B274G          12221

25100             01233            126K5          21113           2024F

71023             11521             2315A         19341           28122

18101             35A21            12025          1B211          16143

C12E1            30222             10121          217I5            23C71

03120             21131             71221          417D8           17102

17310             24120             12034          34111            11333

93216             12128             12123          12224            41114

22347             10081             71515          32121            7C343

31411             26120             31571          42111             31420

8A221            04431             1420C          82112             44212

BD28H           23201             0C711          56D53           21103

0B468             21041             15231           5C141           22123

03165              33403             12721          13434            32112

25422              261A2             52511          53165            33251

A5811             01219              11031          21413            31441

13323              4M243            22522          01174            47D1A

41221              1B510             10015          11215             24019

31120              10121              C4F20         18CL1            61424

22202              53182              22110          1G7D3           1204O

168B6             41211              16303           22221             10144

21542              17263              42315           121C3            17F80

D1833             18227               113J1           42472             11522

44311              11222               08F73           22012            12C11

24114              193J1                07101           31201            52513

5E221              23412               21112           7K121           74121

6335B              22191               51013           33152            72208

G1036              51107               O1202          2111B            6C16F

12272               13141               0BC16          43B7B           13D21

73224               12443               01744            42016            111A4

03243               23A12              B9408           4236C            32192

20132               22317               10D41            31181            51822

26246               12217               31113            01259             J1418

1E124               10833               17233            3534B             267I2

11153                D1612              01533            183D3            16192

27331                5O842              34132            33444             21922

17321                619C1               71141           14231             123K1

C1021               11217                C3417           32213             13111

5F442          3119D          9I311          51810          0152B

3C111          32103           7B351        91034           20142

12752           31212           24333         42112           02231

31A21           17811          0C916         23321           03112

02A9F           23182          03411          00104           11132

21113            274A1          72511         034F1           20231

18174            33971           2A3D4       D3163           42174

41213            63241           31613         0B153           28S21

11172            053B0           J2411         23113            1023A

B2163           11678            90123         02212            82301

52011            11511            7I013         3018F             20220

13M11           9301A           40C22        11121            0C912

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           The next day Roger Richardson made a campaign speech in an inner city neighborhood in Chicago.  It was well secured and given live news coverage.   Of course, George was watching.

            Roger Richardson got up to the mike and said, “It is far too late that I come to you.  The city streets have been neglected far too long.  Things should have happened a long time ago.  I am here today to say that finally after all these years I will do these things that need to be done.  These areas need money and good jobs.  Where are the jobs and money?  Where did they go?  Bigots, racists and greedy men took the money and left you with nothing to replace it but broken dreams and gangs.  The crime rate is skyrocketing and nothing is being done.  It is a shame that businesses in areas like this have to cover their windows at night.  There aren’t enough jobs.  I intend on changing that.  I intend to bring the money of businessmen back into the cities.   They have the money you so sorely need.  I will help to bring that money back to you.  They abandoned you long ago but I’m here to make them see the light.  Your streets are filled with drugs and gangs.   They try to steal your children and give them the illusion that the only success they will have in life will be by being a criminal.   For far too long, equal rights has not meant equal rights.   The poor inner city child does not have the opportunity of the rich suburban kid.  There’s nothing equal about a life in Winnetka compared to a life in the poor areas of Chicago.  I’m not preaching communism.   I’m preaching equal opportunity.   Every child deserves the opportunity to become successful if he works hard.  From what I have seen in this country is that the rich stay rich and the poor stay poor.   It is not wrong for the rich to be rich but that poor child in the city deserves the same opportunity if he works hard. 

            As a form of protest, I am asking you for a favor.  There are some very nice beaches along the north shore Chicago suburbs.  It would be a good thing if you started going to these beaches as a form of beaches.  Just think about it.  These are nice clean beaches where you can have a lot of fun.  There are also a lot of very nice stores in these areas.  I think it is time these rich folk got to know you.  I’m telling you that you have every right to the rich man’s beach and to the rich man’s store.  If they try to stop you, sue them for everything they have. 

            Why are the rich man’s schools better?  Why do they get all the good teachers and all the good equipment and all the modern computers?  This is America.  You too should have a right to these things.  Corporate America has abandoned the inner cities without thinking about the affect it would have on the people there.  No one likes violence especially when it has become the business world’s excuse for staying away.  I intend to make it possible for you to take back your streets.  I want people to put money back into your neighborhoods.  We can drive out the gangs with your help.   You might say, “Well, these are some bold statements,” but I have faith in you.  That is why I dream big.  Change doesn’t just come from politicians.  It comes from the hearts of the people.  I will work with you to change what we can.

            We must look to other ways to prosecute and punish criminals.  I have talked with doctors who think they soon will be able to treat many criminals and release them with extremely high rates of success—no repeat offenders.  Think about it.  We’re drowning in this country.  There is way too much violence and not enough prison space.  What if we could redeem every criminal and make them assets to society.  You are your own future.  We need change and I am change.  The land of the free has not been the land of equal opportunity as it should be.  I tell you to go to the rich man’s stores to express this freedom we have.  Go to the rich man and show him who you are.  Show him that you exist and that he should not ignore you or your rights.  If you elect me, I will make sure this happens.   I am not a lawyer or a bureaucrat nor have I ever been one.  For far too long our country has been run by lawyers and bureaucrats.  They serve their own purposes over all others.  You know what I say to that?  Send them off to hell for all I care.  Politicians don’t care about anyone but themselves and who fills their campaign funds.  Money runs the government.  I will do my best to put an end to this.  If you want change, I am change and I will get the job done. 

Thank you my friends and I do consider you my friends.  Thank you and God Bless.”

            George knew he had picked the right man to be his candidate after watching the speech.  He was very proud of Roger and was quite confident that his candidate would win.  Just to be sure, George had secretly pumped tens of millions into his campaign.

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          Some time had passed and George decided to take a vacation to work on a special project he wanted to head.  Among some recent converts, he found the people he needed.  What he needed was a drummer, two guitar players and a bassist.  George wanted to live out a dream and be a rock star and play live in front of a crowd.  George’s band was called “Bunny Eatin’ George.”  They rehearsed and wrote for three weeks.  George pulled a few strings and got the band a gig for one night at a five thousand seat theatre.  George made sure the place would be packed.

          The day came for the show.  Unbeknown to just about everybody was the fact that George probably spent three times as much as the proceeds would be for the show itself.  There was a giant goat skull with horns above the stage.  The lights went black as the show began.

          Laser beams shot out of the goat skulls eyes as the guitarists began to play their opening number—Black Sabbath’s “Wheels of Confusion.”  When the vocals began the lights hit George who had a small amount of make-up on to give a look of pure evil to his face.  He made his missing eye look like a fake with the make-up thus deceiving the crowd.  The crowd would see it and think it was a fake even though it was real.  George belted out the lyrics with full authenticity.  The second song was one of their own.  George spoke to the audience.

          “The next song is our theme.  It’s called “You’ll Wish You’d Gone to Prison.”

          Of course, this song was another hard rocker.  The lyrics poured from George’s mouth.

“You’re a long haired dead head freak

Sellin’ acid on the street

But to me you’re just a piece of meat

To chop and give to my dogs to eat

You’ll wish you’d gone to prison.

You’ll wish you’d gone to prison!

To the child molester

Your sores will fester

And I’ll chop off your cock.

Just like the wife abuser

You’re a big fat loser

Nailed to the wall, so you won’t stalk.

You’ll wish you’d gone to prison.

Yes, you’ll wish you’d gone to prison!

To the terrorist

You’ll feel my fist

As I bash in your head.

You’ll never die for Allah

And you sure are gonna

Wish you were dead.

You’ll wish you’d gone to prison.

Yah, you’ll wish you’d gone to prison.

          The song ended with a long guitar solo.  The third song he did was a classic that he twisted to pieces.  It was another ode to violence done in a newer heavy metal fashion.  The song was “Singing in the Rain.”  He loved it because it was a part of the film “A Clockwork Orange.”  He even had a dummy to kick over and over again on stage.  At the end of the song, he threw the dummy out to the audience. 

          They followed up with a few more classic metal songs.  They did Black Sabbath’s “War Pigs” and Judas Priest’s “Breakin’ the Law.”  Before the next song George spoke and said, “Here’s one very near and dear to my heart.  Time for “The Gates of Babylon.”  At the end of the song they went directly into another Rainbow song “Man on the Silver Mountain.”

          George spoke again after that song, “Hope you’ve enjoy the show.  We would like to do a few more originals for you but before that would any of you mo fos like some fried rabbit.  Give it a try and you’ll love it.”

          His assistants flung hundreds of buckets of the fried critters out to the audience.  They crowd loved it.

          George then continued speaking, “This one’s called “Hell Each Day.”

“Pulling out your teeth

One each day

I’ll give you a disease

But there’s no way

You’ll ever see the cure

You’ll live in cow manure

Your fate is sound and sure

That’s Hell each day.

Hell each day.

I’m the eye in the sky

I’m the thorn in your ass

The grim reaper am I

Reaping the dead before death

Who needs their eyes

When they can feed my hungry

Who needs their toes

When they provide a tasty sundry

You’ll be eating your balls

Or feel the snake venom bite

Made you a cannibal at gunpoint

That’s it chew, it’s alright

They’re pouring salt in your ass

Just for passing some gas

A room of ice for a chill

The soldering iron’s a thrill

Hell each day, Hell each day, Never free, Hell each day, Never die, Hell each day, The penalty, Hell each day is for life.  Hell each day!

          A mosh pit formed and people were pushing and fighting.    George again had another surprise.  They flung hundreds of rabbit’s feet out to the crowd.  Then the band began the ominous riff to “Lonely Is the Word.”  The second guitarist started playing some blues in the back-round.  Then George began to sing.  George sung this one with feeling.  They roared in with the next song, “Living After Midnight.”  That was followed up by a heavy metal version of “Hound Dog” and “Heartbreak Hotel.”  George gave up the microphone for “Dazed and Confused.”  Instead George played harmonica and one of the guitarists took the vocals.  During the solo the vocalist played electric violin.  The show was going flawlessly.  Another original song they did was “My Name Is George.”

George took over on vocals again.

“My name is George

My bank account is large

I own all the best

Especially scientists

I’ll calm the storm

Keep the prisoners warm

Until their death

Tortured till their last breath

 The people cheer

‘Cause I am here

There is no crime

Tortured for their time

Reformed by a whip instead

For their crime the bled

The people are safe once more

‘Cause I even the score

You hear the people roar

“George!  George!  George!”

Burned and branded

Then laid in a room of salt

Human impalement

A spike in your ass assault

No mercy is granted

Except on a whim

They’ll never see love

Ever again

That’s right!

Never again!

Let me be your justice

Let me be your friend

Let’s put an end to crime

With the message I send.

They don’t stop with prison

They don’t stop with death

My sentence is torture

Which they will respect

Yes!  They will respect!

They’ll do the St. Vitus Dance.

They’ll never have a chance

Wired with an alarm

Forever coming to harm

They’re going to the funny farm

If doctors try to take a peek

Or if they ever try to speak

The wires will melt and they will die

A mystery to the doctor’s eye

Serve me well and you will live

Oh My!  I have so much to give

Wealth and power are in my grasp

All you dreamed of will be yours at last.

Serve me well and you will live

Or feel the pain and die

I have so much to give.

          They closed the show out with a song George loved.  The song was Elf’s “Wonderworld.”  It was a forgotten epic and one of George’s favorite songs.

There was a standing ovation after they finished.  They left the stage and the lighters appeared.  They came back for one more—Metallica’s “Fade to Black.”

          George had a great vacation.  The audience loved the band and George was happier than ever.  He felt like he was on top of the world and besides that after the show there was some great news.  His operatives had finally located the tattoo rapist.

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          I hate George.  He sees righteousness in unrighteous acts of violence.  I always knew I was evil.  Unfortunately for the world, George’s mind was on the throne.  In his mind the guilty deserved to be punished.  He was a megalomaniac who believed he was the right hand of Satan.  He believed himself to be the ruler of the guilty.  He literally believed he would rule at the right hand of the devil.  Only in death do some realize the mistakes of their life.  God will often humble those who lift themselves up to be a god.  Such was my fate.

          George and his men set up the time of 2 am in the morning to pick up the tattoo rapist.  George brought ten men with him.  Every entrance or exit was secured.  I heard them come in.  I went to the closet to hide.  I had a trapdoor leading to the basement in the closet.  I figured it would be awhile before they could get into the basement.  It was very well secured.  My lovely tattoo doll was down there too.  I would have to say goodbye to her if I was to leave.  It was time to stick one last tongue down her throat.

          I made it safely to the basement.  My lovely was naked, I thought I had some time so I did stick my tongue in her mouth and rubbed against her.  I heard an explosion and realized I had no time to get the tunnel opened and closed in time.  They rushed downstairs and found me.  They called for George on a radio and he came right down.  I was picked up and brought before him.

          George spit on me and said, “Oh!  You are unequalled.  No one comes closer to being a bigger asshole than you.  Oh! You deserve special treatment—child molester.  Evil pervert!  You give the devil a band name!”

          George punched me in the nose and I was sure he broke it.  Blood was pouring out as he picked my head up by my hair.

          Continuing to taunt me, he said, “Not good enough to be a faggot.  You must have a tiny pecker to be a child molester.  Not good enough to tattoo in a shop.  Is that why you do this you god damn jerk?   You fool!  You’ll wish you were standing before God with the charges I have against you instead of me.  See, I’m going to give you what you deserve.  Innocent children are not an artistic canvas.  You’re going to die every day after I sentence you.  You fool.  I am the eye--the new voice of justice.  You shall be my canvas now.  You’ll be an act in a freak show when I am through.   I’m going to pierce you with thousands of jewels.  You’ll be worth millions.  You will be a precious gift from my heart to those whom I love.  Even in death, you’ll be worth a fortune.  Not that I want you to die but when you do I’ll have you mummified.  You’ll be fine leather adorned with thousands of precious jewels.  Picture it, you fool.  You’ve humiliated young children with your tattoos.  Now you will learn humility.  As the people stare at you, what will you think?  You certainly won’t be able to speak.  I’ll make sure of that.  You said in your heart, “no one sees my evil but Satan knows who gives off a bad smell.  People unworthy of him are to be dealt with harshly.  Even the devil has a code of honor.  He has no place for molesters or chicken faggots like you.  You’re a fool.  Cuff this son of a bitch and let’s drag him off to hell.  Let the woman go and send her off into the street naked.  I’m sure she’ll find the help she needs.”

          I was taken out to a van and thrown in.  Then I was strapped down to a stretcher.   George was there and he gave me a shot.  Then he said, “I is gonna hurt for awhile.  The venom will wear off in about 24 hours.”

          He wasn’t lying.  I was in agony and for the first time in my life, I wanted to die.  I was taken to the facility and kept in a room alone while I suffered from the pain and inflammation.  After that I was tended to by doctors who gave me another shot and fed me.  The stew was actually good.  I don’t remember anything after that.  I was unconscious or sleeping a long time.  When I woke up, George was there.

          In a sinister voice he said to me, “Wake up sleepy head.  Today’s another big day.  I hope you don’t mind.  I brought a large soldering iron with me.  I’m going to start with droplets of solder.  Then I’m going to burn you bad.  You fool.”

          George fed solder into the iron and it dripped onto my stomach.  The pain had just started and I had already had enough.  Unsatisfied after about a minute, he took the iron to my body.  He rolled it across my chest.  He placed a burn just about everywhere on my body.  I was in agony.  The pain was excruciating.  A doctor came and gave me a shot.  George said it was to make sure I don’t pass out or go into shock.  He said that it would even keep me from dying.  Then he said I was going to spend two hours in a room caked in salt.

          I was taken to the room and thrown in.  The bottoms of my feet were burned and so was my ass.  I was screaming and in a panic.  The best position was to stand still but I couldn’t.  Moving just made the burning worse.  The two hours I spent in that room seemed like a week.

          They took me out of the room on a stretcher and to me to a room to wash me off.  They washed me and put a cream on my entire body.  The cream soothed my wounds.  I was given some food and I fell asleep again.

          For about a week, I was allowed to heal.  I was tended to regularly and began to feel better.  Then the horror began again.  They stopped feeding me except for 3 “Twinkies” a day.  They did this for 3 straight days.  The fourth day they stuck a tube down my throat and fed me what they said was nutmeg.  Six hours later, I was stoned out of my mind.  It started getting very intense.  In fact it was getting too intense.  I started to hear and see demons.  It was really freaking me out.   Then George approached me.  He looked like a demon and I had this intense fear that he was going to kill me.  I was strapped down.  A doctor took a knife and sliced off my penis and balls.

Then the doctors began to burn and sew my wounds.  I was in agony and I started to hyperventilate I was so freaked.  They gave me a shot and in a few moments I calmed down.  They held up my head.  In front of me, they chopped up my penis and testicles. 

          George then put a fork in one of the pieces and said, “Yum, yum, time!  Allow me to tell you what you are to do.  I’m going to stick a piece of you dick in front of your mouth.  You will eat it.  You will chew and you will swallow.  If you don’t, you will feel pain.  Piss me off enough and you will feel the snake venom again.  You remember that don’t you.  Now here we go.  Eat your yum, yum.”

          He placed the fork in front of my mouth.  I knew the pain I would feel if I didn’t eat so I ate one piece after another.  I felt sick but the fear of the pain I would feel made me obey.  I never thought in million years I would eat my own penis and testicles.  I sat crying for hours afterward.

          It didn’t end.  George continued to dismantle and feed me my own body.  First my toes and fingers were taken.  Then my feet and hands were taken.  The more they pulled me apart, the more they dehumanized me.  I no longer felt I was a person.  I suffered through ingesting my own body.  They cut my legs off at the knee, one at a time.  My arms were the next to go.  He cut them off at the elbow and of course, I ate them too.  My body was almost ready for the next stage of the transformation.  They removed my larynx so I couldn’t speak.  I was still able to see and hear but speaking I could not do.  I had stumps for arms and legs.  I was hoping there was a God out there and I prayed for him to kill me.  I wanted to die.  It had become impossible to communicate with anybody except God and I wanted him to take my life.

          The final stage was all of the piercings.  I was pierced with about fifty jewels a day.  After about a month, they were done.  They showed me what I looked like in the mirror.  I was no longer a man.  I had become the most spectacular piece of jewelry.  Shiny stones were all over what was left of my body.  My heart sank when George said I was ready for presentation.   He told me I was to be a sideshow freak.  He told me I would never again be given the dignity of being a man and that from now on I was just a work of art.  George wanted me to know just how I humiliated these young girls so he did to me what I had did to them.  I was to be a gift and the time had come to give me away.

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          I flew in a plane with George.  A doctor travelled with me.  George said he was to be my personal for the rest of my life so I better get along with him and he laughed at the sarcasm.  After arriving, I realized that I was somewhere like China.  We were taken to a mansion.  There I was shown off to a multitude of dignitaries and their families.  Yes even children pointed their fingers at me—a speechless fool.  I was worth millions but I didn’t own myself anymore.  George did.  Apparently I was a trophy to be presented to dignitaries at a special feast.  My doctor and I adjourned for the night in the same room.  He was also my guard.  It was a large bedroom with two beds.  Breakfast was brought to us in the morning.  It was a generous meal of steak and eggs.  There wasn’t much to do until about noon. 

          George came in and started talking to us.  Looking at the doctor, he said, “They will take good care of you here.  You keep this fool here alive.  His health is your job.”

          He looked at me and said, “You never thought you would be worth 10 million dollars did you?  You are the unique present that I am giving to my bosses.  I hope you like to be stared at.  You stuck tattoo needles in young girls and wrecked their entire body.   You took their precious dignity and crapped on it.  Therefore I crap on you.   You take the cake.  What type of excuse could you ever come up with to dignify yourself?  Was it your tiny pecker?  I suppose it was even too small for a fag, wasn’t it?  You freak!

Now you will be stared at.  As God said, “an eye for an eye.”  You can’t talk and defend yourself anymore, can you?  You are just a lifeless work of art now.  I made you suck down your own balls.  How did that make you feel?  Do you still feel like a man?  Men don’t molest children and draw all over them.  Fools do.  Satan is evil but he ain’t stupid like you.  I know that I speak for him when I say you ain’t even good enough for the devil.  He would love to have your flesh but it was given to me.  Smile.  Your new home will be a display case.”

          George left and in a few minutes I was placed inside a display case and taken outside.  They covered my case with a blanket and I saw nothing for long time.  I gradually heard more and more people arrive.  A man got on a microphone and he told everyone to take their seats.  Then George got up and spoke.

          He said, “Thank you.  Thank you.  It has always been an honor.  You have made me a wealthy man.  Today I give you my gratitude and I give you this gift.  I present you the jeweled man.”

          They pulled the blanket off.  I saw George shaking hands with an older man.  They both had smiles on their faces.

          George again went to the microphone and said, “I now present the elephant for the feast.”

          They brought out a rather large elephant.  With a large gun, George fired twice to the side of the elephants head.  The beast collapsed and fell to the ground.  A group of men came over and started skinning and carving the elephant.  Yes indeed, they were having an elephant roast.  I hate George.  Only he would want to make a meal of an endangered species.  That day I overheard George telling a man that my doctor would take care of any infections and would maintain my health.

          After that day, I was placed in a room behind glass.  They even chained me down.   Many people came and visited.  They pointed their fingers at me.  There were dignitaries.  There were children.  As time passed, I did get an occasional infection.  The doctor always dealt with quickly by the doctor.  I was generally taken care of well.  Unfortunately, those damn infections started popping up more often.  Then the doctor lost control and there was nothing they could do for me.  Nearly two years after the transformation and because I was a keep sake, they put me to sleep rather than have more damage done to my skin and piercings.  I mercifully died from a doctor’s needle.  I was free.

          After my death, they skinned and treated the skin with borax and other chemicals.  They placed my skinless corpse in a giant plastic box with beetles.  After my bones were picked clean, they chemically treated them.  They formed the molds for the fake muscles on the skeleton.   Then they placed my skin which was now leather back over the skeleton.  I was again a work of art and had my place in the display case.

          It amazes me.  I hate George more than anything but I’ve grown to respect him.  I have to admit that the punishment fit the crime.  In his own sadistic way, George was my redeemer.  After all the staring, I could see why I was wrong.  I no longer just felt sorry for myself.  I could see the pain and agony I actually caused.  I actually felt bad for all those little girls I scarred.  In a way, I was cured.  Yes, I did suffer but the more I look at it,  George was merciful to me.

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I often wonder how a few short sections of the Bible on the end times could become a 12 volume novel set.  Just how much embelishing is too far.  It is one thing for a non Christian to write nonsense fiction modelled after the Bible but for Christians to do it is something else.  A Christian who does this certainly must think he has a good set of cojones to embelish on the prophecies of the book of Revelation after it clearly says not to at the end of the book Revelation. 

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To those who think they want to go to hell to party. Not only will it be hot but there isn't any beer, drugs, sex or rock n roll in hell. Enjoy the flames. You sure will be thirsty.

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List of Great Songs you may have never heard:

Fleetwood Mad--Green Manalishi (one of the greatest psych tunes of all time)

O'Hegarty--Body in the Bag(folk artist does one of the best psych songs ever)

 The Clovers--Cocksucker's Ball (Doo wop group caught on tape singing to friend in 1954, I Believe)

Elf--Wonderworld (Ronnie James Dio,  one of the greatest songs of all time)

Sonics--the Witch.  The Sonics were  hard rockers before most groups were in the mid sixties.  Other titles include "Psycho" and "Strychnine."

For some better psych music check out the "Fallen Angels" a group from the late 60s.

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Thinking isn't doing. I see religious people who actually aren't religious and people who don't claim to be religious who actually are by what they do. Don't be fooled. Believing is not something you do with your head. It is something you do with your heart. Love is not thinking love,it is actually doing what is dictated by love.The true worship is in how we treat each other and how we can help and better our fellow man. In the end, that is what matters. A person gets it when they realize that it is not about saving themselves. It always has been about being an example for others to follow and bringing a piece of heaven down to earth in this lifetime.

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You get it when you realize that it always was a Father & Son team from the very beginning.

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Only a hypocrite believes that they are righteous.

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Sometimes books on the Bible can be good. But I would rather read the Bible itself. That is what I recommend. In the beginning, God created Jesus. Jesus introduces himself in Proverbs 8 as the voice of wisdom. "I was the first of His works." and "I was the craftsman at His side." In Matthew 11:18-19, Jesus directly references Proverbs 8 when he says, "And wisdom is proved right by her actions." In Genesis man is made in God's image. "Let us make man in Our Image." In John 1 Everything said in Proverbs 8 is confirmed. "Without him nothing has been made that has been made." "No one has ever seen God but God the One and Only, who is at the Father's side." And in John 17 Jesus says,"And now Father, glorify me in your presence with the glory I had with you before the world began." Finally It is said in Colossians 1, "He is the firstborn over all creation...all things were created for him and by him. He is before all things." From the Old to the New Testament he was there for all of it. The one who died on the cross and rose again was God's litteral firstborn Son. What does a father love more than himself? Typically his child. And so the Father loved the Son. And so God loved the lives of men more than His own life and offered his life for the lives of men. We were created in the image of God and God loved loved us more than anything. Jesus is the firstborn Son of the Father and He was willing to give His life for the lives of men. The first creation was God himself. God was created first. Jesus was created first. "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning."

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