3:35 pm

While the Rage might be an all powerful being, the master of his domain, so to speak, I am not. I’m just a guy trying to make the right decisions for my family and for all of you. I told you my reservations about D and his young lady being involved in our latest gig, but I let him make his own decision. He is a man after all, at least in the eyes of the world. To me, he is the scared boy that I found on one of my missions and he is mine to protect. His lady was injured during our last mission and now he is beside himself with guilt, blaming himself. I have met the young lady a number of times and I can tell you that D might feel like he was making the decision for her, but he wasn’t. She is just as strong of a person as he is and I guess that is where the attraction came from, it certainly worked that way with my lady and I. She will be fine and is in good hands, but I am also feeling a little bit of guilt for not putting my foot down. In the end, I have to let him grow up and just be there if he needs me when things go straight to hell, which they often do.

You know that was a segway if ever there was one so I bring us back to Frank, the bully. Frank isn’t feeling too well right about now and will be coughing his last breath out in a very short period of time. Several of his men will suffer the same fate, but when you throw your lot in with the likes of Frank, you get what’s coming to you. Frank somehow was affected with a very virulent strain of avian bird flu and, fortunately, there is no cure for this strain, at least for Frank. Not that Frank would have sought the help of any medical professionals anyway, he prides himself on being self sufficient. I hope that carries over to grave digging because they are going to need several dug over the next few days. I also hacked the satellite phone he was using to communicate to members outside the camp so no one knows what is happening there. If they ever show up at the camp, they will only find a tragic scene.

Speaking of tragic scene, you didn’t think I forgot about Edward did you? Nope, he earned himself a housecall from the Rage for his rude response to my very helpful email. I couldn’t pull D from his lady’s side so the Rage and I went solo, old school style. You know me so well…. Face punch time! I really appreciate that guy with the big brown truck loaning me his extra uniform. One empty box and a clip board later and we were knocking on Edward’s door. When he opened it up to accept his package, bam, right in the kisser. Down goes one wanna be conductor. The Rage remembered the rude response to the very nice email we sent so he stepped on his balls on the way into the house.   

We had Edward all secure to his dining room chair, arm strapped down onto the table, gag firmly in place before he started coming to. When he finally did come to, it took a few seconds for him to realize just how high the pile of shit was that he found himself in. I just sat there with a huge smile on my masked face and waited for it to turn to utter fear. It only took a few seconds when he noticed the piece of wire with 2 wooden handles that I was holding. You know the Rage loves animals, he likes to watch vet shows on Nat Geo. There was one episode where the vet was trimming an antler off of a reindeer using an apparatus called giggly wire. He loved the name so you know he was hooked. It’s actually a pretty simple rig made up of braided wire, pretty thin, with wooden handles on each side to grip it. You pull the wire from either side of the bone you want to cut off and the friction of the wire cauterizes the wound at the same time it cuts through the bone. We dig efficiency. You know who doesn’t, Edward. Hey, we tried to tell him….

Once that was over and the Rage got a snack, we let Edward know that we were not a fan of his return email and we strongly urged him to change his ways. Both in the way he drives and in his correspondence. People tend to read their own tone into the written word and we certainly took offense to his. Hopefully he will change his ways, if not, we still have 9 more lessons to teach. I just pray we won’t have to electrify his taint like we did with Uniform. I’m trying to unsee that image and having remarkably little success.

3:00 am

Sons of Liberty compound, Northern Pa

Dante continued to hold Eve, reassuring her that they would be alright. He had spotted the security camera in the vent shortly after being locked in the small room and they were playing the part. Both had rehearsed several scenarios as to how their meeting with Tolliver would go and they felt a high probability that once they were inside, he would not let them leave voluntarily. Dante glanced at his watch and then gave Eve 2 subtle squeezes, signalling her to get ready.

Simon had been unable to hack into the compound because they had no external feeds, everything was housed inside the compound on their own servers. When Tolliver wanted to post messages on his website, he used a satellite phone and contacted someone on the outside who would upload the messages. Simon still had one of the prototypes of the EMP drone that Tango had used on the missile defense contractors and at exactly 3:00 am, everything in the camp went dark.

Dante and Eve sprang into action. Eve had hidden a small piece of metal in her hair and she quickly went to work on the door lock. A few seconds later there was a click and Dante was just starting to pull the door open when he saw the beam of a flashlight coming down the hallway. He pushed the door back until it was almost closed and when the light stopped outside the door, he flung the door open, dropped to his knees, and delivered a crushing cock punch to the first man standing in front of him. The man fell to his knees and Eve vaulted over him and kicked the second man straight in the face, dropping him on top of the first guy. They quickly pulled the two men inside the room and searched them. Both men carried handguns, which they took, along with their flashlights. Once they made sure both were unconscious, they quickly locked them in the room and silently made their way to the back exit of the building. Eve was ready to open the door when Dante grabbed her hand and shook his head no. Eve had a puzzled look on her face and Dante just waited. A few seconds later, they heard sirens approaching the compound from the other side of the building. Dante smiled at Eve and nodded. Simon had called in a medical emergency at the compound right before he killed the power. She quietly opened the door and looked out the back where she saw several men running toward the front of the building toward the sirens. Once they were clear, the two ran straight out the back of the building into the woods surrounding the compound.

When they were clear of the building, Dante shielded the flashlight so it was only shining in front of him and clicked it three times rapidly. Ahead of them and slightly to the right, they saw a dim blue light flash 3 times. They headed straight for the light and when they saw the fence in front of them, a rope came flying over the top. Eve didn’t hesitate and grabbed the rope and was scaling the fence. She reached the top and threw a leg over and while she was bringing her second leg over, a crack split the silence and Eve tumbled forward, her pant leg catching on the barb wire at the top of the fence leaving her hanging upside down. Dante spun, pulled the weapon from his waistband and fired 3 shots. The 2 men that were pursuing them fell in their tracks. A second later, Simon was scaling the fence, quickly freeing Eve’s leg. Dante scaled the fence from the opposite side, vaulted over the top, and helped Simon bring her to the ground. Eve was unconscious and there was blood flowing from a wound in her left shoulder. Simon quickly pulled his shirt off and pressed it into the wound. Dante was now kneeling over Eve when Simon said,

“She’s going to be ok, but we need to move… now.” He picked up Eve in his arms and Dante got to his feet beside him and they moved quickly into the forest ahead and made their way back to the trailer.   

2:30 pm

Sons of Liberty compound, Northern Pa

Dante and Eve had made it inside the camp as they had expected. Nikki had found a militia member that had passed away a few months ago who had a son about Dante’s age and he and Eve had showed up at the compound “looking for his father”. They were brought inside and were being held in a room awaiting Marcus Tolliver. Simon was in the trailer outside the compound on a video conference with Nikki who was back at the farm. Simon would have liked to have Dead and Lee on this assignment, but he left them on the farm to watch over Nikki and Eva. Simon looked down at his laptop and Nikki was giving Simon a look that didn’t exactly say “Let’s go and make Eva a brother or sister”. Simon had every faith in the world that Dante would take care of everything inside, but it still felt like the Rage was inside his stomach working on his hammering technique. Finally, they heard a door opening over their comms and Marcus Tolliver’s voice could be heard. He was asking what they wanted and Dante recited from the script they had written about searching for his father.

Simon heard Tolliver explain about Dante’s father having succumbed to pneumonia several weeks back and was offering Dante his condolences. Simon waited patiently until he heard the code word from Dante. Simon had an engineered strain of avian bird flu in his bag of tricks so they put a false skin on Dante’s right hand. They put a small amount of the chemical on his hand and a transparent cover went over that. Once Tolliver came into the room, Dante had covertly removed the outer covering so when he shook hands with Tolliver, the strain would be delivered. Everyone on their team had been inoculated against the disease previously so there was no risk to Dante or Eve. Simon listened intently until he finally heard Dante say,

“Thank you for your words Mr. Tolliver, I was just hoping to have an opportunity to reconnect with my father. I can’t believe he’s dead.” Simon heard Eve consoling Dante when Tolliver asked them if they wanted to stay on for awhile and see what drew his father to the camp and to Tolliver’s movement in the first place. They had anticipated this tact and Dante again stayed on script and said that he was traveling to the west coast to start a new job the following week. Tolliver continued to press the 2 and when it became apparent that the two would not be talked into staying, the door opened again and they heard the sound of footsteps enter and then a scuffle ensued. Several long seconds later, they heard Dante and Eve being forced along somewhere and then a door opened and closed. Nikki had a frantic look on her face and was just about to say something when Simon held up his finger and a second later, they heard Dante whisper,

“Simon, plan B.”

2:55 pm

I need to continue the previous segment on drugs from the other day. I mentioned prescription drugs and their devastating impact on our society, but what about other legal drugs. What’s left you may ask? Love. That’s right, love. Love is a drug and a very powerful one at that. Having recently experienced the effects of this powerful drug, I have a unique perspective. Why would I classify love as a drug? Because it can exert an incredible pressure on the decision making process and cause people to do things they wouldn’t normally do had they not been under its influence. Sure sounds like the effects of illegal drugs to me. While I have age and experience to help me curb the effects, when you are a late teen feeling it for the first time, the effects can be debilitating. My young protege is under the influence of this drug right now and is making decisions that will have long term effects in both of their lives. Positive or negative remains to be seen. My dilemma as his friend, mentor, and someone who loves him is do I let him make his own decisions or do I intervene?  

I’ve not been a parent before and with D, I went straight to the teen years. Now that I have a baby, I am even more confused as to how I should handle this. I have trained D and have all the respect in the world for both his skills and his intuition, but he is willing to put his and his significant other in peril. He is doing it for the greatest of good, but should I let him do it? I don’t even know that it is my decision to make and I have to empathize with every parent out there who has to deal with this same thing.

The reason I bring this up is because it relates to our work with Frank, our newest consulting gig. This is a tough one because Frank, like a lot of people out there, has grown disillusioned with our government and our society to some extent. I am not one to throw stones, you all know my feelings for that particular corporation, but Frank is taking his frustration to a new level. A level that can and will affect some of you. Our job is to protect the greater good, so we will have to deal with Frank in our own unique style.

Frank is raising an army to take on whoever stands in the way of his vision. The problem is that no one elected Frank to make these decisions for them. We are Americans and like it or not, the majority rules, even if they are out of their damn minds. That is the beauty of democracy, if you don’t like what’s going on, get enough people on your side and effect change. The right way. What Frank is trying to do falls into the bully category and that is just not a good park to go camping in. He is using his charm and and charisma to attract followers to his cause, but most of those followers don’t follow his philosophical teachings, they are attracted to the violence of the movement. They are disillusioned by their own lifes and want payback against anyone and everyone they feel caused their lot in life. Add weapons to the mix and it is a volatile cocktail.

Speaking of cocktails, final preparations for Unhappy hour are underway.

Oh, by the way, Edward responded to our email and his response lacked eloquence. It was only 2 words and the last one was “you.” The first word was NOT, “love”….   

It’s too bad the holidays have passed because we might have stuffed that bird and had it for our meal. Sure, its small, but the Rage just wants the pecan pie anyway.

8:35 pm

Sons of Liberty compound, Northern Pa

Dante had just returned to the small trailer they had parked in the hills above the compound after doing some reconnaissance. Simon was finishing up a video conference with Nikki on his laptop and turned to Dante as he sat down next to him.

“Good job with the cameras, the placement is perfect and the signal is excellent. What kind of perimeter defenses do they have?” Dante was rubbing his hands together trying to warm them up when he said,

“The fence is electrified and they have 4 separate guard stations at each corner of the main building facing toward the fence in each direction. Security cameras are set up on all the buildings and along the fence at regular intervals to blanket the area. I saw 2 roving patrols on foot with dogs, and they have a Jeep that roves as well. All the men were carrying fully automatic weapons and all of them were wearing headsets.” He finished as he started removing his camouflage covering. Simon turned around and keyed several things into the laptop and then turned around to face Dante again.

“It’s pretty much as I suspected. We have to take out their leader, Marcus Tolliver, without anyone knowing it was anything other than natural causes or he will just become a martyr and a catalyst for others to join this or other militias.” He paused and Dante just stared at him, wondering how that was going to be possible. Simon continued,

“I have some chemicals that are not detectable, but they will have to be applied in a way that doesn’t leave a trace, up close and personal. I’m going to have to go undercover.” He finished as Dante sat there wide eyed staring at him. Finally, Dante spoke up,

“No, you can’t do that. You have Nikki and Eva now and they need you. I will go and I….” He hesitated, trying to find the right way to say it. He looked back up into Simon’s eyes and continued,

“I didn’t know how to ask this, but I’m you know that I have been spending some time with Eve.” Simon nodded as Dante continued,

“She knows who you are, who we are, it didn’t take her long to figure it out. She wants to be part of the team and I think she and I can get in there and use the chemical on Tolliver. The problem is how do we get out once we do?” Simon sat there unmoving, studying the young man. He took several slow, deep breaths and then without a word, turned back to his computer and brought up a new video conference with Nikki. When she finally answered, Simon asked her to look into the profiles of the known followers of the militia and find out if any of them had any family members that were looking for them, trying to get them out of the complex. Once Nikki understood what they were looking for, Simon finished,

“Nikki, I need you to get Eve out to the farm and install a comm package on her and then make arrangements to get her to us as soon as possible.” He finished and Dante could see the turmoil in Nikki’s eyes on the screen and then Simon nodded to her and she did the same and hung up. Dante scratched at the bandage behind his right ear, wondering if bringing Eve into this situation was a good decision or not. He knew she was capable and he couldn’t let Simon risk himself going in there. Still, these feelings he had for her keep growing and the thought that something might happen to her was almost overwhelming. It was time for him to put his training to the test.

11:55 am

Edward turned out not to be one of the world’s greatest guitarists, he’s just your plain old garden variety asshole. I couldn’t even dress it up, that’s just what, and who he is. But before we get into all that he….isn’t, I wanted to hit a Q&A. As you can imagine, I get asked everything and this one goes way back, but I really didn’t have much input until recently. The question is asking my opinion on illegal drugs in so many words. That’s a pretty broad topic which has a lot of political connotations and you know my disdain for politics, but I do have some input on the subject.  First, I wholly support the government’s efforts with regard to hard narcotics: cocaine, heroin, meth and the like. Those drugs destroy lives, period.

Second, what idiot thought it was a good idea to make marijuana illegal and alcohol legal. I know, and have intervened on behalf of, people who have lost a loved one from an alcohol related driving death. Not once have I even heard of a marijuana related driving death. Yet we spend billions of dollars in law enforcement to prohibit it and probably half of the inmates in prison are there for marijuana related offenses. Over half the country is using marijuana and instead of collecting tax on a chemical that is, in my educated opinion, a lot more benign that alcohol, they are forcing all that money over the border to support drug cartels around the world, all the while using our tax dollars to put more Americans in jail. See where my disdain for politics comes from?

I tried the weed a few times, just to see if it would appease the Rage some. All it did was make him more creative and he came up with some new forms of punishment, all the while giggling like a schoolgirl. That and he ate all the ice cream in the house. Is it the big bad devil that the government has you believing? History has shown the complete inefficiency of prohibition but they are still practicing it today. Ask yourself who makes money by keeping marijuana illegal????? Oh, by the way, how many people are hooked on prescription medications in our country today now that we’re on the subject? Do you think the weed is doing more damage than that?

Speaking of damage, let’s focus on Edward now that I got the Rage fired up talking about weed. We conducted extensive Ragesearch into this anal fissure and found nothing that would gain him a reservation at the “slightly less than 5 star facility”  known as, The Farm. Does that mean we forgive and forget? You know the Rage enough by now to know that he hasn’t reached that level of self actualization yet. Instead, we are going to go back to our roots, to the beginning, and show Edward the error in his ways. We are going to give him suggestions on how to improve, and then follow up to make sure that he has changed his ways. Consequences.  

I opened up a new email to the wanna be conductor:

“Dear Edward,

I had the displeasure of sitting behind you at a red light the other day. There was not a “No Turn On Red” sign, but you chose to sit through the entire light cycle anyway and then had the audacity to stick your middle finger in the air at those who were trying to let you know that it was safe to proceed. That is just rude, and equally reckless. You have no idea who you are offending, obviously, because I took note of this behavior and I found you. Now, I know everything there is to know about you. You are going to get a chance that several people never got. Change your ways or suffer the consequences. Follow the rules, be courteous and respectful. That’s it! That’s all that you need to do to continue on with what has to be a very disappointing life, but you will continue on regardless. Unless you don’t heed my advice…

Simon”

We just got another consulting gig so we will be traveling. Please heed the really good advice above, you never know who it is that you are offending.

4:25 pm

The Farm

Everyone was together in the Ops center working. Or at least Simon and Nikki were working, Dante was busy pecking away at his new cell phone, his thumbs flying around the screen with incredible speed, a little smile on his face. Simon was doing his research on Edward and Nikki was completing the after action report on Judge Kolas. Simon glanced up from his computer and was watching Dante when he caught Nikki’s eye and both of them were now watching him. Simon leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face,

“What are you doing over there Dante?” He said, a knowing look on his face. Dante startled and looked up at Simon, the same look a child with their hand in the cookie jar might have when you walk into the kitchen and catch them in the act. He actually started blushing as he replied,

“What, nothing, just doing some research.” He answered a little too quickly. Simon looked over at Nikki, who had a smile on her face and was leaning back as well watching the two men.

“Uh huh, well that’s good.” He chuckled a little and started clicking away at his keyboard when he addressed Dante again without looking up,

“If you want to go see her, you can take the car.” He continued clicking away. Dante turned to look at Nikki, who had a big grin on her face, and she just winked at Dante.

Before Dante could answer, the phone in the Ops center rang. Rob McShay’s voice came over the speaker and he thanked the team again for the way they handled the Kolas case and informed them that they have become a victim of their own success, they have another case.

Rob was going through the details on the next target when Simon looked over at Dante and nodded. Dante quickly rose and left the room, a little spring in his step and a smile overtaking his face. He smiled over at Nikki and then they both turned back to their computers to start working on their next mission.

This one was going to require a little more finesse than was required for David. They are tasked with taking out the leader of a fanatical homegrown militia. A man who is constantly under guard and never leaves the complex, which is a military style fortress. Guarded by modern day weapons and followers who would give their life for their leader. Simon was sure he would put their devotion to the test before this mission was over.

8:25 pm

David met Goliath and this time, Goliath won. Ok, I’m sure by now you know that Goliath is the Rage, but it just works with the name so go with it. Before we get into all that though, I wanted to let you know that I met Edward. As is our motis opprandi, we were not looking for a volunteer, he just had an overwhelming urge to meet the Rage. You will also be sad to know that another bird is going to be going extinct. Don’t fret though, this particular bird did nothing productive in its life so it will not be missed….except by Edward.

In this particular state that Edward chose to apply for euthanasia, you can make a right turn at a stop light UNLESS it is marked No Turn On Red. This particular light did not have said sign, but Edward chose to act as though it did. An entire light cycle passed while a line of cars waited impatiently behind Edward, sharing their displeasure with a symphony of car horns. The Rage is a lover of music, but he was not a fan of that song. Even less so when the above mentioned bird came along to assume the conductor’s role. The really really ironic part of the tale is that we followed him to the next light which had just turned from yellow to red… and then he sped through the red light. Huh, that’s one way to handle it. We had him on the surveillance footage so we let him go on his not so merry way. The way he was driving, someone may beat the Rage to the punch. That would be unfortunate because the Rage loves a good punch and he has visions of gifting a dozen to Edward. We will let you know what happens, our research is underway to see if Van Halen needs a new lead guitarist or not…..Come on, you have to get that one. Panama, Eddie Van Halen….forget it, go back to Selena.

David will not be going back…. Anywhere. As I told you before, David had to die of unfortunate natural causes. With the widespread obesity in our country, I am sure most of you are familiar, at least somewhat, with diabetes. It affects millions of people, including our not so dearly departed. Most people with the disease can live a normal life by monitoring and controlling their insulin intake. Sometimes, mistakes happen and one might overdose on the insulin, forgetting about a prior injection, injecting too much of the drug, or in rare cases, a synthetic highly potent mixture of insulin gets absorbed through the skin causing severe hypoglycemia and in some cases, death. Those are the ones Dr Rage likes to read about. He is a scholarly fellow so he is always studying. This particular variation of the chemical dissipates shortly after death so there is nothing showing anything suspicious on a blood panel. The seizures, convulsions, and eventual unconsciousness and death are very real though.

We applied some of the material on David’s steering wheel and even though it was cold outside (still trying to find me?), David didn’t need gloves because the ridiculously expensive car his greed paid for had a heated steering wheel. A pair of gloves would have saved thousands of dollars and David’s life, for a short while anyway, but David’s greed turned its ugly face toward him in the end and contributed to his death. We were following David and very shortly into his commute, his driving became erratic. He started swerving out of his lane and when he came to a stop light at the top of a hill, his car continued on through and down the hill, eventually running straight into the side of a fuel truck passing through the intersection from his left to right. The driver of the truck was unharmed and able to get out of the truck, but the fuel leaking out onto the hood of David’s car eventually ignited and don’t you know, the Rage forgot his marshmallows. One crispy crook later, we had completed our mission and were returning home, triumphant. That’s when we met Eddie. The Rage is hoping Edward is worth his attention because he has visions of roasting his mallows in Edwards lap.   

11:45 am

Undisclosed residence Arlington, VA

Dante and Simon had been staking out the house of federal court judge, Anton Kolas, for 2 days now, watching the comings and goings and checking out his security set up. The house has a security gate, cameras on the exterior and a high end security system installed inside the house. By lunchtime the first day, Simon had access to the cameras and he had just finished hacking the security company’s database to get David’s security codes and protocols. The lights had gone out in the home an hour and half ago and Dante was ready to go. Simon put the security cameras into a loop of pre recorded footage and Dante quickly made his way over the wall surrounding the property and headed straight to the detached garage. The garage is attached to the house by a long breezeway and also had an independant security system that Simon was now controlling. Dante made quick work of the lock on the door and moved inside where he donned his night vision goggles.

While a federal judge makes a decent salary, it is certainly not the kind of money to support the 5 vehicles sitting in a nice shiny row in front of him. The judge’s wife doesn’t work and neither of the couple brought any notable assets to the marriage. Who needs 5 vehicles anyway Dante thought but quickly shook that thought out of his head and went to work. There is only the judge and his wife living in the house, their chef arrives in the morning every day in her own vehicle. The wife always drives her Mercedes convertible and the judge would alternate between taking the Bently and the Lexus to the courthouse. But on Friday’s, he always takes the Bentley. It might be because he likes the vehicle, but they suspected it was more to impress his mistress who he had a long standing lunch appointment with every Friday. The Ferrari and Mclaren were only used on special occasions.

Dante went to the Bentley and got in on the driver’s side. He placed the latex gloves he brought with him on his hands and pulled the vial out of his pocket. Very carefully, he pulled the stopper out of the bottle and placed several drops on the steering wheel and then carefully spread the liquid over the entire steering wheel. Judge Kolas has diabetes and the liquid is a highly concentrated synthetic insulin that Simon had in storage at the farm. Dante didn’t ask how or why, he just finished spreading the material on the wheel and once he was finished, he carefully resealed the vial and placed it and the gloves into the bag he had brought with him. On his way to the door, he fought the urge to key all 5 of the vehicles, but he knew soon enough, the judge would have his own sentencing. In this case, there is only one sentence for the judge and that is the death penalty.  

3:15 pm

Q&A: I get lots of variations of this question which basically asks how I can show love one minute and then sadistically torture someone the next. I would have to say sadistic is a bit of a stretch, but I do enjoy, somewhat, repaying the sins of the sinner back to him….or her. I believe every human is capable of the entire spectrum from compassion to sadism, it’s just that most people tend to settle somewhere in the middle and stay there. The Rage is a renaissance man and likes to experience all that life has to offer so he tends to online skate on that fine line depending on the situation. When we are with our family, he is the definition of love and protection. When he is with someone that has brought only pain and suffering into the world, he is doing jumping jacks on the other end of that spectrum. Show me a parent who lost a child to one of these guests and I will show you exactly how far down that spectrum they are willing to travel. Our goal is to make sure those good people don’t need to make that journey, we are willing to take it and all that pain for them. More accurately, the guest takes that pain for them, we just make it happen.

You know that was a perfect segway into the demise of Chester the molester. You will be happy to know that he was able to experience all of the pain and terror that he willingly doled out to those innocent children, the ones he was not only paid to protect, but swore an oath to do so. Our fondest hope is that someone who may have the same proclivities as Chester will read this and think that there is a possibility it could happen to them and they choose to live a different life. If not, they will enjoy the most painful death the Rage can imagine. In Chester’s case, that involved training D on the proper technique and use of the Chinese throwing star. You might think that they are an obsolete weapon in the day of modern weapons and warfare, but we are not looking to eliminate only, we are hoping to make the journey memorable and to share it so hopefully someone can learn from it. I think Chester may have had ADD because he didn’t seem to understand the lesson, at least for the first 25 throws. The stars were effective though, placed perfectly, they can elicit the right amount of discomfort. D’s arm eventually grew tired and were were just contacted to continue our consulting work so we needed to move this along. Scroll saw time. It helped with the disposal phase as well, lighted the load to the incinerator. Hasta la vista molester, we sure hope you enjoy an eternity of ass rape in hell.

It’s important to enjoy your work and David is going to be a fun guy to get to know. I am sure you all know that People magazine has a yearly feature for the sexiest man/woman alive. The Rage is pissed that he still hasn’t won yet. The things I have to deal with. Anyway, if we were publishing our magazine, Greed monthly, David would be our choice for the yearly award, maybe even the greediest of the decade. David fits our normal dickhole profile of someone in a position of great power who uses that power not to ensure the safety of those who put him into that role, but for his own personal gain. David is taking money for using his court to help a criminal enterprise continue to ruin lives. Sounds like our kind of party. The kicker is that no one can know we were involved, it has to appear that David dies of natural causes. You might think that would take away some of the Rage’s fun but you would be underestimating him. There are lots of natural causes of death that are extremely painful. Stay tuned and remember, the use of a cell phone during the commission of a Rage worthy driving maneuver doubles the time spent in the punishment phase. I bring that up because I saw another brain donor driving with his knees while texting. We had somewhere to be or another name off our new list would have been given. I am sure that soon enough, we will have our vacancy filled at the farm.