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| | The price of value | | | Sunday, November 16, 2008 (6:51 PM)
(I'm feeling sad) | | This is a true story of the events that happened this year.
I worked as a heating and air repair man for an inn that is located just down the street for me. This year I stopped getting calls for work, and later found out that I had been replaced by an undocumented worker. Apparently they had found some one to do the work for much cheaper than I would.
A short time ago a girl came up missing from the inn. The last place she was seen was when she checked in, and after getting her keys she left the office and went to her room. After that day she had been missing for about a week before her body washed up onshore at a nearby lake.
After that things happened quickly. The undocumented worker was arrested do to his wife that had turned him in along with some of his clothing that had been covered in blood. Apparently he had used his key to enter her room and well…. you can guess the rest.
Now, I look back at the events with great sympathy for the victim, but also with some anger. Anger that if I had been kept on at the higher price that I demand for my work, this would have never happened. The murder has cost the inn much more in lost business than I would have ever cost them in years and years of work. But sadly the bottom line right now is what most people are concerned with.
Another sad thing is that the opportunity probably would have presented itself for the killer in some other way no mater what. But maybe in that case he would have been caught before the murder was finished.
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| | A Halloween campfire story ............. A tale from a girl I know all to well | | | Wednesday, October 1, 2008 (12:18 PM)
(I'm feeling scared) | | Braking up is hard to do
Dedicated to Andromeda
My boyfriend lived two houses down and we would often meet behind his house at the bank of the stream. At the time he was one year older than me at fifteen. That summer we would walk along the banks of the stream and talk and spend our days daydreaming about life.
One night I took the path to the stream to go over and meet in secret for a late night campfire. The stars where out and I could see quite well as only an occasional cloud floated overhead unnoticed. I took the last bite of an apple as I reached the stream and tossed the core into the grass as I found the path that led to the campsite.
As I approached our spot I could see the campfire, but right away I could tell something was wrong. I could make out two other boys there and hear the sounds of fighting. I hurried up to the camp trying to make out what was happening when I finally saw my boyfriend lying on the ground being kicked by the other boys. Our eyes met only for an instant as he cried “Stop, please, take her instead” pointing at me as I stood there.
The two boys did stop. They both looked right at me and smiled then braking into a run after me. I turned and bolted down the path my mind reeling, trying to make sense of it all. As I reached the end of the path I had to stop to catch my breath, and I could tell they would be on me in a moment. I looked left and right for someplace to hide but it was too late, there was no time.
It was then that the fear left me and the anger took its place. The first boy ran towards me arms out as if to tackle me. At the last moment I stepped to the side and kicked to the groin, knowing this wouldn’t stop him but it might slow him down. His arms quickly went from out wide to in tight to cover himself as he went past. The other boy approached more cautiously with a knife.
He came in with an overhand swing with the blade. As I look back at it now I remember all the training I had and the arguments I would have with my sensei. I would say I know the technique already, and he would answer “You know the technique consciously but you need to know it in your subconscious. You need to know what to do without thinking about it, by just letting the technique flow though you.” And flow it did.
I blocked with my left arm but his swing was too hard and came crashing through my defense and the knife cut my scalp. But it was too late; my right hand came up hard into his throat and instantly starting him coughing. Grabbing his wrist in my left hand and stepping around him I twisted, grabbing with my other hand as well. As I moved behind him he began to fall backwards from the pressure applied on his wrist and shoulder as I pulled his knife hand further and further back. As he fell I kept twisting until he dropped the knife and I heard a loud pop of his arm dislocating itself.
This time his other friend did tackle me, and over we went onto the grass with him on top of me. I found it hard to draw breath as he punched me hard in the face. My vision began to blur as I felt him pulling at my pants. He pulled twice ripping my cloths as I reached up and grabbed both sides of his shirt collar with each hand with my arms in a crisscross. Then I pulled in tight using my arms like a scissors to close around his jugular. As our feces came closer he stopped pulling at my clothes. Then suddenly he started pulling away from me trying to remain conscious, but I wasn’t letting go. He swung his fists at my face, and struggled franticly, but my grip only got tighter. He finally slumped over into darkness as he passed out from the lack of blood to his head.
The other boy was realizing that his arm was useless and had come to the conclusion that he would be better off fleeing. So I found the knife and started after. He was having a hard time running with his arm dislocated so I caught up quickly. As I came up behind him I kicked the back of his leg sending him to the ground hard. The last thing he saw was me standing over him with his knife.
My ex-boyfriend was still sitting at the fire sobbing around his quivering fat lip when he saw me standing there. As he cried his eyes were always averted. The words came back to me now, “stop, please take her instead”, and became the only thing in my mind. Repeating over and over again like a broken record. Just then the knife must have caught the light because his attention went right to it and his glances kept going back to it.
That might have been the moment I lost it completely. I could feel the blood dripping down my forehead, and the bruises on my face. And looking down at him I could only think what a sniveling coward. To betray me to thugs, and then not even try to help. He didn’t run to call the police, find help or anything, he just sat there crying.
I heard him scream as I cut off the first piece. A wild panicked look on his face, and more screams as the second piece came off, then a third and a forth. The screams stopped but the pieces kept falling off one by one. One piece at a time I rebuilt my faith in humanity. I rebuilt my faith in justice, and established a foundation for vengeance. Piece by piece my anger left me and was replaced by a calm overwhelming feeling of strength.
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My conviction was for fifteen years for one count of manslaughter. The other two were thrown out for self defense. I was released early do to overcrowding (they needed my space in prison for some kid that got caught smoking a joint or some such thing).
So now ten long years later as I stand here under the apple tree that grew from the seeds of that day, I see my new path. A path that has lead me to become a righteous vigilante. And so I find the knife that I hid so many years ago, and hold it close to my breast. The last ten years have resolved my thirst for revenge, a resolve to give violent criminals a taste of there own medicine.
So the next time you see a pretty girl walking the street alone, and through the perverted lens that you see the world, you see a victim waiting to happen, take pause and beware. The victim might be you. | | | | 273 Views | 4 Thumbs Up | 2 Comments | |
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| | Global warming and the Winnebago | | | Thursday, April 24, 2008 (9:25 AM)
(I'm feeling annoyed) | | I look at the controversy around global warming like this. I park my Winnebago at the bottom of a hill to look at the scenery, and after a moment I see a bolder rolling down the hill towards my Winnebago.
Now I could stop everything and debate with you weather or not the bolder was pushed down the hill by some kid, or whether or not it was ground erosion, or some natural thing, that made the bolder slip and start rolling down.
Or I could move my Winnebago.
I know its just me, but at the time I don't care if the bolder was pushed ( a man made problem) or if it is a perfectly natural thing for the bolder to be rolling down the hill just then. I just want to save my Winnebago.
So I'm asking you, PLEASE help me save my Winnebago. Its the only one I have. | | | | 361 Views | 3 Thumbs Up | 4 Comments | |
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| | Books 2-28 2008 | | | | Thursday, February 28, 2008 (12:09 PM) | | Books
The end of America Naomi Wolf
A citizen's call to Action. I liked the Shock Doctrine Better but this was very good none the less. Lots of history and comparisons between the history of fascist dictatorships and the present day in the States. Very good reading. Get it, read it, and get angry. A call for action IS needed.
Audio Books
1776 McCullough
I thought this was very good. Lots of quotes from corespondents of the generals and solders from both sides of the revolutionary war. The story moved along well.
A Farewell to Arms Hemingway
Not my sort of thing and it started out uninteresting but then it kind of grew on me. I liked it.
The Audacity of Hope Obama
Not a big fan in the first place and this is not helping. He defends Bush and says he understands and generally likes the man. Strike three your out. No you don't get strike one or two. Your just out. I'm about half way though and will have a hard time finishing this one. He says we have too many lawyers in Washington but yet he was a lawyer. He says too many congressmen get to congress and get fixated on becoming the president, yet here he is doing just that.
In short to many words and not enough said, and what is said contradicts itself to often. | | | | 368 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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| | Books | | | | Saturday, February 16, 2008 (1:02 AM) | | The books I have read recently.
Naomi Klein - The Shock Doctrine
This was very good. I would recommend it to anyone interested in economic terrorism that the U.S. and others are and have done.
America the book from the Daily show
This was OK. It had its moments.
His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
Excellent trilogy. This I would recommend to anyone. A fantasy, but it has some religion and science mixed in as well. A very powerful adventure. I haven't seen the movie yet but I can't see how it could the book justice.
Confessor from the Sword of Truth series Goodkind
This was an end to a very very good epic. I wouldn't suggest it alone, but the series (10 or 11 books in all) was very good. If you like fantasy at all you should read the Sword of Truth. | | | | 418 Views | 1 Thumb Up | 1 Comment | |
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