Portraits of Obama’s Zombies
Dateline Marshall’s Law Townhall – An inexpensive research study using global climate change methodology determines that Obama’s disciples are political zombies based on specific criteria.
America’s Leninist-Fascist Liberal Democrats do what they do; because they are what they are. These people are not going to change their behavior simply because it is right or moral thing to do. Liberals constantly play race card by screaming criticism is racism. Obama’s dummy zombie followers fail to understand that criticism of Obama, America’s first half white President, is not about ethnic heritage or race. Criticizing Obama is solely about bad behavior which can in some case be considered treasonous when it threatens both citizens’ and national security.
Amnesty for illegal immigrants to become registered voters, or determine voting district boundaries could very well be national suicide for America’s Constitutional capitalist republic. Liberals are perhaps classic definition of hypocrites. Elected Democrats and their liberal groupies constantly spread blatant lies about Bush I, Bush II, Vice President Cheney, Rush Limbaugh and other conservatives. These men do not need Texas Drifter defending them; there names are used for reference only. These same Democrat elected officials and their zombie followers become blathering idiots when any one mentions even minimum fact based truth about them.
Back to results of research study, living creatures with intelligence of plants would exceed intelligence of Obama’s zombie disciples. Examples:
1. Liberals continue to worship socialism and fascism when there is not one single example of even one self sufficient self productive civil rights respecting socialist or fascist government in all of history;
2. Liberals continue to worship false messiahs like Lenin, Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Castro, and Obama;
3. Liberals continue trying to destroy capitalist society that has provided their two year old spoiled personalities best consumer product life style in human history;
4. Liberals continue trying to destroy the Constitution and Bill of Rights which protects them and allows liberals to act like fools;
5. Liberals continue dismantling the most professional armed forces, intelligence services, and domestic law enforcement agencies in all human history – maybe wife swapping liberals have some secret desire to see their women raped and their children become slaves for some third world type dictatorship; could go on, will let you come up with your own examples.
Real possible example for casual convesation: stupid rules of non-engagement, for those running risks of never seeing their wives, children, parents, relatives, friends, or brothers in arms again. Why, so other American citizens can continue to enjoy for free what some patriots paid for with their blood, body parts, and lives.
Scenario: Two federal agents patrolling America’s Southern Border late one night suddenly come under automatic weapons fire. Radio communication goes like this:
Federal Agents: “Unit Sacrifice” under auto weapons fire from Mexican side of river; possible drug smugglers, Marxist Peasant Army, of Islamic terrorists; request permission to return fire.
Headquarters: Stand by “Unit Sacrifice” will process request.
(Thirty to forty minutes later.)
Headquarters To “Unit sacrifice” – Permission granted to return fire if you are sure the auto fire is directly aimed at your position; do not forget to take photos and measurements of shell casings for report to Mexico. Obama Zombie Administration does not want to offend our good neighbor to the south, or offend all the illegal immigrants about to get amnesty so they will vote for Obama’s Democrats.
Headquarters to Unit Sacrifice” come back.
Future historians recorded many “Unit Sacrifices” that never came back.
Those every bit as dangerous to America’s Capitalist Constitutional Republic are those who believe that collaboration with evil can ever bring security. Some examples, people like “Chamberlain” McCain and anti conservative moderate Republicans, who believe offering bad people an opportunity to join anti conservative aristocrat ruling class is good for America.
During one phase of my career, I specialized in investigating infant homicide and sexual abuse of children; not abortion, post natal murder of children under two years of age. During those years I never encountered a child murderer or child rapist who changed their behavior; simply because someone told them nice people do not do what they were doing.
Making matters worse, worst of Obama’s disciples are more evil than “crazies” I investigated. The definition of oxymoron, combination of two contradictory words. Example, cruel kindness; another example, supporting Obama or Obama’s Administration and claiming to love America. Bitter reality one can not support Obama or his policies and support what is best for America’s capitalist constitutional republic.
Not cultural, ethnic, or racial based insult; just judgement of impeachable and later indictable conduct.
Following portraits of Obama’s followers are based on decades of real world not desk pilot experiences. List can always be expanded.
1. ignorant – never learned any better
2. stupid – know better do not care
3. under influence of Obama’s spell – like excuses from drunk drivers
4. greedy – thieves, cheats, public subsidy addicts, socialist bureaucrats
5. mean – sadist attitudes driven by cultural hatred of American traditions along with racial and ethnic hatreds of Western Europeans
6. crazy - psychopaths acting on sadist attitudes racial extremists and Islamic fascists
7. evil – social pathos towards every thing American obsessed with destroying America’s capitalist constitutional republic and everything associated with Western European Anglo culture.
Readers should before dismissing this writing exercise as exaggerated or racists as Democrat Liberals will claim; should listen to words and observe actions of Obama, his administration, and disciple zombies. Some cultures celebrate end of October as “day of the dead”. A concept many Americans will experience if Obama’s policies come to fruition.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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KGAB Third Monday October 09
Dateline Marshall’s Law Townhall – Outline for interview for AM 650 Cheyenne, Wyoming; 9AM Central on Third Monday of Month - October 19, 2009. Listen in KGAB.com
Interview Theme keeping illegal immigration amnesty issue daily headline.
1) Discuss “Anti Illegal Immigration Amnesty Petition” and parts of petition which promotes voluntary deportation of illegal immigrants.
Petition Prelude: Federal government propaganda estimated three million to four million illegal immigrants would apply for “1980’s amnesty”; actual numbers ended up between nine million to twelve million. Current federal and mainstream media propaganda estimates are twelve million, potential illegal immigrants for new amnesty policies; based on government’s track record and independent studies actual numbers are closer to thirty million to forty million illegal immigrant candidates for amnesty. Significance of this number needed votes for Leninist-Obama’s Democrat Liberal Party to guarantee themselves re-election in 2010 and 2012.
Petition Principles:
1. As brutal as Mexico’s Drug Cartels, Mexican Army, and aristocracy are to Mexican people, their cruelty will pale in comparison to atrocities committed by alliance between Mexico’s Marxist Peasant Army and Islamic fascists.
2. The only people who can make Mexico a better place to live are Mexicans; Americans who believe America's unregulated immigration policies or welfare dollars can make Mexico a better place to live are pursuing a moron’s dream.
3. America’s first security goal is to insure that Mexico’s violence stays on Mexican side of United States-Mexico Border.
4. Obama’s planned final dagger in heart of America’s constitutional republic is granting voting rights to illegal immigrants living in America to insure Leninist-Obama- Democrats keep control of America’s federal political system long enough to phase out constitutional checks and balances by Congress-Senate, federal courts, and American voters.
Petition Policies:
1. What U.S. needs to do for national security to keep violence from spilling over on to U.S. soil: process would also reduce smuggling drugs, humans, terrorists, and health pandemics on to U.S. soil – good fence, visible effective Border Patrol presence, and armed drones to provide 24/7 surveillance and “backup” force. Also, U.S. Border Patrol on America’s Southern border should be increased by fifty thousand “boots on ground” with additional needed support staff (formula can be made available).
2. Solving America’s illegal immigrant problems using voluntary deportation policies: First, after thirty day grace period, all those illegally in U.S. will be subject to total administrative asset forfeiture of all finances and assets; Second, no individual illegally in U.S. will be able to wire or transfer any funds or monies to another country; banks or stores that illegally transfer monies out of U.S. for illegals will be subject to seven times amount transferred monies fine; Third any citizens caught transporting illegals will forfeit their vehicle; Fourth, employing more than two illegals at same time will result in “jail time”.
3. Illegals will be eligible for no tax payer funded services or benefits, civil servants that authorize such benefits can be temporarily or permanently suspended from public sector employment.
Policy Objectives: Illegals cannot keep illegally gained assets or wages on American soil, or transfer illegally gained wages or assets out of country; illegals will have difficulty getting: a) transportation who wants to risk losing their vehicle, b) employment as employers would rather hire lazy Americans than go to jail; and c) no tax payers services to survive on while getting established in underground economy. Translation, greed brought illegals to America and greed will cause them to voluntarily deport themselves off American soil.
2) Estimated illegal immigration population in parts of South Texas 40% -50% based on drivers not willing to buy vehicle insurance.
3) How big is your “check” for your cane question asked by illegal.
4) Other uses for Marshall’s Law Townhall – discuss scenario …
5) Why Leninist Democrats oppose any deportation even voluntary deportation – amnesty for illegal immigrants creates votes for Leninist Democrats to keep them in local, state, and federal offices – since most illegal immigrants are coming to America to “re-conquer their Mexico” they already hate America and have no problem voting for Leninist Democrats like Obama who also hate America.
6. Listeners calls …
7. Good closing or intro for next writing exercise. America’s Leninist-Fascist Liberal Democrats do what they do; because they are what they are. These people are not going to change their behavior simply because it is right or moral thing to do. Those more dangerous to America’s Capitalist Constitutional Republic are those who believe that collaboration with evil can ever bring security. Some examples, people like “Chamberlain” McCain and anti conservative moderate Republicans.
8. Other Southern Border News Of Interest
Dateline Marshall’s Law Townhall – Outline for interview for AM 650 Cheyenne, Wyoming; 9AM Central on Third Monday of Month - October 19, 2009. Listen in KGAB.com
Interview Theme keeping illegal immigration amnesty issue daily headline.
1) Discuss “Anti Illegal Immigration Amnesty Petition” and parts of petition which promotes voluntary deportation of illegal immigrants.
Petition Prelude: Federal government propaganda estimated three million to four million illegal immigrants would apply for “1980’s amnesty”; actual numbers ended up between nine million to twelve million. Current federal and mainstream media propaganda estimates are twelve million, potential illegal immigrants for new amnesty policies; based on government’s track record and independent studies actual numbers are closer to thirty million to forty million illegal immigrant candidates for amnesty. Significance of this number needed votes for Leninist-Obama’s Democrat Liberal Party to guarantee themselves re-election in 2010 and 2012.
Petition Principles:
1. As brutal as Mexico’s Drug Cartels, Mexican Army, and aristocracy are to Mexican people, their cruelty will pale in comparison to atrocities committed by alliance between Mexico’s Marxist Peasant Army and Islamic fascists.
2. The only people who can make Mexico a better place to live are Mexicans; Americans who believe America's unregulated immigration policies or welfare dollars can make Mexico a better place to live are pursuing a moron’s dream.
3. America’s first security goal is to insure that Mexico’s violence stays on Mexican side of United States-Mexico Border.
4. Obama’s planned final dagger in heart of America’s constitutional republic is granting voting rights to illegal immigrants living in America to insure Leninist-Obama- Democrats keep control of America’s federal political system long enough to phase out constitutional checks and balances by Congress-Senate, federal courts, and American voters.
Petition Policies:
1. What U.S. needs to do for national security to keep violence from spilling over on to U.S. soil: process would also reduce smuggling drugs, humans, terrorists, and health pandemics on to U.S. soil – good fence, visible effective Border Patrol presence, and armed drones to provide 24/7 surveillance and “backup” force. Also, U.S. Border Patrol on America’s Southern border should be increased by fifty thousand “boots on ground” with additional needed support staff (formula can be made available).
2. Solving America’s illegal immigrant problems using voluntary deportation policies: First, after thirty day grace period, all those illegally in U.S. will be subject to total administrative asset forfeiture of all finances and assets; Second, no individual illegally in U.S. will be able to wire or transfer any funds or monies to another country; banks or stores that illegally transfer monies out of U.S. for illegals will be subject to seven times amount transferred monies fine; Third any citizens caught transporting illegals will forfeit their vehicle; Fourth, employing more than two illegals at same time will result in “jail time”.
3. Illegals will be eligible for no tax payer funded services or benefits, civil servants that authorize such benefits can be temporarily or permanently suspended from public sector employment.
Policy Objectives: Illegals cannot keep illegally gained assets or wages on American soil, or transfer illegally gained wages or assets out of country; illegals will have difficulty getting: a) transportation who wants to risk losing their vehicle, b) employment as employers would rather hire lazy Americans than go to jail; and c) no tax payers services to survive on while getting established in underground economy. Translation, greed brought illegals to America and greed will cause them to voluntarily deport themselves off American soil.
2) Estimated illegal immigration population in parts of South Texas 40% -50% based on drivers not willing to buy vehicle insurance.
3) How big is your “check” for your cane question asked by illegal.
4) Other uses for Marshall’s Law Townhall – discuss scenario …
5) Why Leninist Democrats oppose any deportation even voluntary deportation – amnesty for illegal immigrants creates votes for Leninist Democrats to keep them in local, state, and federal offices – since most illegal immigrants are coming to America to “re-conquer their Mexico” they already hate America and have no problem voting for Leninist Democrats like Obama who also hate America.
6. Listeners calls …
7. Good closing or intro for next writing exercise. America’s Leninist-Fascist Liberal Democrats do what they do; because they are what they are. These people are not going to change their behavior simply because it is right or moral thing to do. Those more dangerous to America’s Capitalist Constitutional Republic are those who believe that collaboration with evil can ever bring security. Some examples, people like “Chamberlain” McCain and anti conservative moderate Republicans.
8. Other Southern Border News Of Interest
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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Non-fiction Halloween Story Heart of The Ebony
Marshall’s Law Townhall Dateline – Non-fiction Halloween Story “Heart of The Ebony”. Americans who believe that Obama’s actions and policies will destroy America’s capitalist constitutional republic is fiction, will believe my short stories are non-fiction.
Just two out of many examples: number one collective attitudes of “no time to care about America” liberal women. After all they have, “my physical needs, my off springs’ needs, my family’s needs, my social needs, my career needs, my continuing education needs, my being promiscuous for little extra money needs, and my many other needs that come before country.”
Second example, liberal men attitudes: “God never helps me and keeps me from being happy, popular, and wealthy. That is why I live on and invest borrowed money in businesses that I know nothing about; do business with those whose individual character and professional integrity I know nothing about; make one fool’s decision after another never learning from bad decisions; spend more time thinking of scams to cheat customers with get rich scams rather than spend time trying to produce good products and deliver quality services at fair profitable price; then to make things ‘better’ get involved with liberal women which leaves no time to care about America. Not having time to care about America has noting too do with Heaven, other ethnic races and successful people keeping me a failure.”
Non-fiction Halloween Story “Heart of The Ebony”. Americans who believe that Obama’s actions and policies will destroy America’s capitalist constitutional republic is fiction, will believe my short stories are non-fiction.
“Heart of The Ebony” starts now:
What out of work investigators dislike more than bad guys are telephones. Phones never seem to bring good news, and always bother you when you don’t need to be bothered. As Heaven is my witness, one of these mornings, afternoons, or nights, I am going to use my phone for target practice.
Texas jerked my eleven year ticket to manage investigations in the Lone Star State for moral turpitude. Not mine, theirs. It seems that private political corruption investigations are immoral in Texas. After repeated warnings from state officials to stop investigating “honest elected officials”; I changed the “x” in Texas on my business cards and invoices to a swastika.
Apparently bureaucrats better suited to being welfare recipients do not have a sense of humor. All that aside, It’s my problem not yours that I am presently financially embarrassed because my ticket to make a living has been “Indefinitely” revoked.
It was sometime after midnight when I had just laid down for a good night’s sleep. My only hopes were that the utility company did not cut my water off; before I got up to fix my usual water and cereal breakfast
As predicted, the phone started ringing shortly after my mind was lost to the world. I barely recognized the frantic voice as that of a friend who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
After getting him to speak slower and not so loud; I was able to gather that he had hit a pedestrian at dead man’s curve, but could not find the body. He wanted me meet him at dead man’s curve with my night vision equipment and heat detector to try and help him find the body.
Told him that I would be there in about twenty minutes, being honest, I wasn’t thinking about what we would do if I found the body, but how l might be able to get gas money and a real breakfast out of this venture.
First thing I noticed while greeting my friend was that there was no damage to his car. After explaining that this favor was going to cost him gas and a real breakfast; he blurted out there was a woman standing in the middle of the road as he came out of the curve. “She was just there; I tried to swerve but it was too late! I saw her roll over the right side of the hood, and slide off by the passenger door!”
Walking over and pointing to the right headlight, I tried to reassure him with the observation that there was zero damage to his car, and that kind of impact would have had to trash his fiberglass lenders. I was just about to suggest that we go find a truck stop for my gas and breakfast when I noticed what appeared to be a white veil dangling from the passenger’s door side mirror.
He watched while I spent the next two hours scouring the immediate area with my night vision and heat detecting equipment nothing absolutely nothing. Told him after a real breakfast and getting a full tank of gas that he should not say anything to anybody while I made a few inquires.
My first thought was to call Karol about lunch time to see what clues the white veil provided. Karol is the textbook forensic scientist: reserved intellectual doll always in long white lab coat, big glasses, and hair up in a bun.
After she repeated my favorite words, “I’m buying”; I headed over to her favorite vegetarian cafe to see what she might be able to tell me about my only clue. Meal was alright for people who live on rabbit food. She did tell me that the veil was at least a hundred years old, and that she would run some tests to give me a better time frame.
My next contact would be Tanya, a vice cop. I knew that Tanya came on duty about seven that night, you guessed it supper time. Tanya’s “I’m buying” made me look forward to dinner. No more rabbit food. Shrimp marinated in orange sauce is not usually a part of my diet, but seeing Tanya in her undercover costumes was always pleasing to the senses.
Explained to Tanya, that I was helping a friend for gas money; would really owe her if she asked me about any recent missing person reports. After leaving Tanya while heading home, I was thinking that I should draw a circle on the calendar around today’s date: three meals in one day - who need’s bureaucrats when you got friends?
Like an instant replay: It was sometime after midnight when I had just laid down for a good night’s sleep. My only hopes were that the utility company did not cut my water off; before I got up to fix my usual water and cereal breakfast
As predicted, the phone started ringing shortly after my mind was lost to the world. This time the voice was cold and calculated not frantic. It was Tanya asking me to meet her at dead man’s curve.
As I started clearing dead man’s curve I became a witness to one more emergency vehicles light show. Upon exiting my vehicle, Tanya approached and asked me to follow her. She led me over to a black body bag; took the towel off the victim’s face and asked, “Is this your fiend?”
Before I could answer, Tanya quipped “Look at his face. The coroner says fear killed him. Is this your friend?”
My crisp answer: he was.
Tanya seemed to forget that we had been dinner companions just hours before: “I want to know what you are working on.”
Being honest, I told her: I don’t know. As I was walking away, Tanya half way yelled “No more, until you tell me what’s going on.”
What a day, from three good meals to losing two meal tickets. Why do I know tomorrow is not going to be much better. Sure enough, the next day started out with dry cereal for breakfast because the water department started their day by repossessing my water meter.
No time to explain or complain as I still had to figure out whom or what had scared my friend to death. I sure wanted get back on Tanya’s occasional guest for dinner list. Thought I would start by trying to meet Laurel for lunch.
Maybe she would convey my most recent popular phrase; “I’m buying”. Being the county’s most relentless journalist, the lady is best distinguished by her business suits with creases that rival those seen in military reviews. At this point I would have been grateful for fast food.
Knew that if anybody could identify sources of information about dead man’s curve, it had to be her. Just as sure as rainbows follow thunderstorms, she had the answer: an old historian currently suffering from degenerative senile dementia.
After spending a couple of hours with the occasionally lucid nursing home resident, I was able to come up with the following legend. The name of the woman that my friend had supposedly seen in the middle of the road, roughly translates from traditional lore as “the tears lady”. Unconfirmed individual sightings of the woman have been reported for almost 250 years.
The story goes that a young Indian maiden converted and renamed Margarita by Spanish priests became involved with a prominent Spanish land owner in the mid 1700’s. The girl became pregnant and bore the land owners child out of wedlock. The land baron after learning of the unholy birth kidnapped the child and abandoned the infant in South Texas brush country.
Myth has it that Margarita spent the rest of her life crying hysterically while wandering through the thorny thicket looking for her lost child. Later legend has it that she would stand in the middle of the road trying to cause wagons to overturn when horses veered off the road.
It is also said that sometimes she would be seen on the side of the road, and latter appear on the backs of horses or in the backs of wagons of those who passed her by. Myth warns that those who turn to gaze at her will see a face so horrible that they shall be scared to death.
As to what she wants, nobody has ever survived her temptations to look upon her original beauty to know the answer; but her desires probably involve something that only the living can accomplish as spirits have physical limitations.
Upon arriving back at my cluttered home, I decided to skip supper and just call Karol for an update of test results on the white veil. She seemed surprised when I asker her if the veil dated back to the 1750’s. Her response: If you are going to waste my time asking me things you already know, you can find yourself another meal ticket.
Somewhere somehow, my thought processes had turned from future meal tickets to returning to dead man’s curve. Instincts were warning me that I had to avoid swerving and force myself to drive through Margarita’s apparition. Intentionally running down victims may come easy for some people, but I knew I needed an edge.
Since the plan was to stay alert; drugs were not the answer; maybe technology could make the difference. I set the cruise control at fifty before entering dead man’s curve; now all I had to do was concentrate on running straight and keeping my foot off the brake and accelerator. As I cleared the curve, what had been a clear night turned to the blackest fog I had ever seen. Suddenly there in middle of the road standing and waving; as if welcoming me out of the fog.
My only thoughts were drive straight and keep away from the brakes. I do not remember what came first, her screams, the sounds of her hitting the car, or my outburst of a single profanity. I apologize for not remembering the sequence, but I was distracted by her rolling over the hood into the windshield.
Maybe it was Poe like terror or pure concentration that kept me from turning the wheel, who knows; but somehow I managed to avoid swerving and come to a slow measured stop. As suddenly as Margarita had appeared in the road, I was out of my car screaming verbal challenges, it seems that I had lost control of all my emotions.
The unplanned release of adrenalin suddenly reminded me that I still had to face Margarita’s temptations. In a renewed calmness I turned and stepped back into my car. In what seemed like passing inspiration, I reached up and tore off the rear view mirror before resetting the cruise control. My vehicle had not traveled thirty feet when I heard breathing highlighted by whimpering moans coming right behind me from the back seat.
In another flash of inspiration I reached over and turned on the radio, but the radio failed to generate a single sound. Put yourself in my place; imagine you were me; how would you feel when hot sultry breath punctuated with gurgling growls covered the back of your neck? Would you have turned to look into that face, or swerved out of reflex?
Being honest, I almost crossed the border of losing all self control when Margi, I was too terrified to remember her full name, started howling and running those colder than ice fingernails down the base of my skull. Right before losing all control, I noticed Margi along the side the road walking into the fog and mesquite thicket.
With out thinking I slammed on the brakes and stopped within feet of her exit point; without turning around, her barely audible fleeting words were: “A cross for my child made from the heart of the ebony.”
I spent most of the next morning looking for a suitable piece of ebony, and another ten hours making and polishing a small cross. I never knew that the heart of ebony was such hard wood.
The phone rang shortly before the ten o’clock news, Laurel wanted an update on my activities. Told her that I couldn’t explain what I didn’t understand. She is incredibly patient, but told me to find another meal ticket until I had a better answer.
Spent the following hours waiting for the phone to ring; suddenly as if I were possessed, I picked up the silent phone only to hear “It’s Margi, I’m buying”.
Being someone who always keeps their promise, I took my double action forty caliber out from under my pillow ad shot that damn phone twice. After tossing the pistol on the bed, I reached over and picked up the cross for a child made from the heart of the ebony. As for this time tomorrow, don’t have a clue.
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Marshall’s Law Townhall Dateline – Non-fiction Halloween Story “Heart of The Ebony”. Americans who believe that Obama’s actions and policies will destroy America’s capitalist constitutional republic is fiction, will believe my short stories are non-fiction.
Just two out of many examples: number one collective attitudes of “no time to care about America” liberal women. After all they have, “my physical needs, my off springs’ needs, my family’s needs, my social needs, my career needs, my continuing education needs, my being promiscuous for little extra money needs, and my many other needs that come before country.”
Second example, liberal men attitudes: “God never helps me and keeps me from being happy, popular, and wealthy. That is why I live on and invest borrowed money in businesses that I know nothing about; do business with those whose individual character and professional integrity I know nothing about; make one fool’s decision after another never learning from bad decisions; spend more time thinking of scams to cheat customers with get rich scams rather than spend time trying to produce good products and deliver quality services at fair profitable price; then to make things ‘better’ get involved with liberal women which leaves no time to care about America. Not having time to care about America has noting too do with Heaven, other ethnic races and successful people keeping me a failure.”
Non-fiction Halloween Story “Heart of The Ebony”. Americans who believe that Obama’s actions and policies will destroy America’s capitalist constitutional republic is fiction, will believe my short stories are non-fiction.
“Heart of The Ebony” starts now:
What out of work investigators dislike more than bad guys are telephones. Phones never seem to bring good news, and always bother you when you don’t need to be bothered. As Heaven is my witness, one of these mornings, afternoons, or nights, I am going to use my phone for target practice.
Texas jerked my eleven year ticket to manage investigations in the Lone Star State for moral turpitude. Not mine, theirs. It seems that private political corruption investigations are immoral in Texas. After repeated warnings from state officials to stop investigating “honest elected officials”; I changed the “x” in Texas on my business cards and invoices to a swastika.
Apparently bureaucrats better suited to being welfare recipients do not have a sense of humor. All that aside, It’s my problem not yours that I am presently financially embarrassed because my ticket to make a living has been “Indefinitely” revoked.
It was sometime after midnight when I had just laid down for a good night’s sleep. My only hopes were that the utility company did not cut my water off; before I got up to fix my usual water and cereal breakfast
As predicted, the phone started ringing shortly after my mind was lost to the world. I barely recognized the frantic voice as that of a friend who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
After getting him to speak slower and not so loud; I was able to gather that he had hit a pedestrian at dead man’s curve, but could not find the body. He wanted me meet him at dead man’s curve with my night vision equipment and heat detector to try and help him find the body.
Told him that I would be there in about twenty minutes, being honest, I wasn’t thinking about what we would do if I found the body, but how l might be able to get gas money and a real breakfast out of this venture.
First thing I noticed while greeting my friend was that there was no damage to his car. After explaining that this favor was going to cost him gas and a real breakfast; he blurted out there was a woman standing in the middle of the road as he came out of the curve. “She was just there; I tried to swerve but it was too late! I saw her roll over the right side of the hood, and slide off by the passenger door!”
Walking over and pointing to the right headlight, I tried to reassure him with the observation that there was zero damage to his car, and that kind of impact would have had to trash his fiberglass lenders. I was just about to suggest that we go find a truck stop for my gas and breakfast when I noticed what appeared to be a white veil dangling from the passenger’s door side mirror.
He watched while I spent the next two hours scouring the immediate area with my night vision and heat detecting equipment nothing absolutely nothing. Told him after a real breakfast and getting a full tank of gas that he should not say anything to anybody while I made a few inquires.
My first thought was to call Karol about lunch time to see what clues the white veil provided. Karol is the textbook forensic scientist: reserved intellectual doll always in long white lab coat, big glasses, and hair up in a bun.
After she repeated my favorite words, “I’m buying”; I headed over to her favorite vegetarian cafe to see what she might be able to tell me about my only clue. Meal was alright for people who live on rabbit food. She did tell me that the veil was at least a hundred years old, and that she would run some tests to give me a better time frame.
My next contact would be Tanya, a vice cop. I knew that Tanya came on duty about seven that night, you guessed it supper time. Tanya’s “I’m buying” made me look forward to dinner. No more rabbit food. Shrimp marinated in orange sauce is not usually a part of my diet, but seeing Tanya in her undercover costumes was always pleasing to the senses.
Explained to Tanya, that I was helping a friend for gas money; would really owe her if she asked me about any recent missing person reports. After leaving Tanya while heading home, I was thinking that I should draw a circle on the calendar around today’s date: three meals in one day - who need’s bureaucrats when you got friends?
Like an instant replay: It was sometime after midnight when I had just laid down for a good night’s sleep. My only hopes were that the utility company did not cut my water off; before I got up to fix my usual water and cereal breakfast
As predicted, the phone started ringing shortly after my mind was lost to the world. This time the voice was cold and calculated not frantic. It was Tanya asking me to meet her at dead man’s curve.
As I started clearing dead man’s curve I became a witness to one more emergency vehicles light show. Upon exiting my vehicle, Tanya approached and asked me to follow her. She led me over to a black body bag; took the towel off the victim’s face and asked, “Is this your fiend?”
Before I could answer, Tanya quipped “Look at his face. The coroner says fear killed him. Is this your friend?”
My crisp answer: he was.
Tanya seemed to forget that we had been dinner companions just hours before: “I want to know what you are working on.”
Being honest, I told her: I don’t know. As I was walking away, Tanya half way yelled “No more, until you tell me what’s going on.”
What a day, from three good meals to losing two meal tickets. Why do I know tomorrow is not going to be much better. Sure enough, the next day started out with dry cereal for breakfast because the water department started their day by repossessing my water meter.
No time to explain or complain as I still had to figure out whom or what had scared my friend to death. I sure wanted get back on Tanya’s occasional guest for dinner list. Thought I would start by trying to meet Laurel for lunch.
Maybe she would convey my most recent popular phrase; “I’m buying”. Being the county’s most relentless journalist, the lady is best distinguished by her business suits with creases that rival those seen in military reviews. At this point I would have been grateful for fast food.
Knew that if anybody could identify sources of information about dead man’s curve, it had to be her. Just as sure as rainbows follow thunderstorms, she had the answer: an old historian currently suffering from degenerative senile dementia.
After spending a couple of hours with the occasionally lucid nursing home resident, I was able to come up with the following legend. The name of the woman that my friend had supposedly seen in the middle of the road, roughly translates from traditional lore as “the tears lady”. Unconfirmed individual sightings of the woman have been reported for almost 250 years.
The story goes that a young Indian maiden converted and renamed Margarita by Spanish priests became involved with a prominent Spanish land owner in the mid 1700’s. The girl became pregnant and bore the land owners child out of wedlock. The land baron after learning of the unholy birth kidnapped the child and abandoned the infant in South Texas brush country.
Myth has it that Margarita spent the rest of her life crying hysterically while wandering through the thorny thicket looking for her lost child. Later legend has it that she would stand in the middle of the road trying to cause wagons to overturn when horses veered off the road.
It is also said that sometimes she would be seen on the side of the road, and latter appear on the backs of horses or in the backs of wagons of those who passed her by. Myth warns that those who turn to gaze at her will see a face so horrible that they shall be scared to death.
As to what she wants, nobody has ever survived her temptations to look upon her original beauty to know the answer; but her desires probably involve something that only the living can accomplish as spirits have physical limitations.
Upon arriving back at my cluttered home, I decided to skip supper and just call Karol for an update of test results on the white veil. She seemed surprised when I asker her if the veil dated back to the 1750’s. Her response: If you are going to waste my time asking me things you already know, you can find yourself another meal ticket.
Somewhere somehow, my thought processes had turned from future meal tickets to returning to dead man’s curve. Instincts were warning me that I had to avoid swerving and force myself to drive through Margarita’s apparition. Intentionally running down victims may come easy for some people, but I knew I needed an edge.
Since the plan was to stay alert; drugs were not the answer; maybe technology could make the difference. I set the cruise control at fifty before entering dead man’s curve; now all I had to do was concentrate on running straight and keeping my foot off the brake and accelerator. As I cleared the curve, what had been a clear night turned to the blackest fog I had ever seen. Suddenly there in middle of the road standing and waving; as if welcoming me out of the fog.
My only thoughts were drive straight and keep away from the brakes. I do not remember what came first, her screams, the sounds of her hitting the car, or my outburst of a single profanity. I apologize for not remembering the sequence, but I was distracted by her rolling over the hood into the windshield.
Maybe it was Poe like terror or pure concentration that kept me from turning the wheel, who knows; but somehow I managed to avoid swerving and come to a slow measured stop. As suddenly as Margarita had appeared in the road, I was out of my car screaming verbal challenges, it seems that I had lost control of all my emotions.
The unplanned release of adrenalin suddenly reminded me that I still had to face Margarita’s temptations. In a renewed calmness I turned and stepped back into my car. In what seemed like passing inspiration, I reached up and tore off the rear view mirror before resetting the cruise control. My vehicle had not traveled thirty feet when I heard breathing highlighted by whimpering moans coming right behind me from the back seat.
In another flash of inspiration I reached over and turned on the radio, but the radio failed to generate a single sound. Put yourself in my place; imagine you were me; how would you feel when hot sultry breath punctuated with gurgling growls covered the back of your neck? Would you have turned to look into that face, or swerved out of reflex?
Being honest, I almost crossed the border of losing all self control when Margi, I was too terrified to remember her full name, started howling and running those colder than ice fingernails down the base of my skull. Right before losing all control, I noticed Margi along the side the road walking into the fog and mesquite thicket.
With out thinking I slammed on the brakes and stopped within feet of her exit point; without turning around, her barely audible fleeting words were: “A cross for my child made from the heart of the ebony.”
I spent most of the next morning looking for a suitable piece of ebony, and another ten hours making and polishing a small cross. I never knew that the heart of ebony was such hard wood.
The phone rang shortly before the ten o’clock news, Laurel wanted an update on my activities. Told her that I couldn’t explain what I didn’t understand. She is incredibly patient, but told me to find another meal ticket until I had a better answer.
Spent the following hours waiting for the phone to ring; suddenly as if I were possessed, I picked up the silent phone only to hear “It’s Margi, I’m buying”.
Being someone who always keeps their promise, I took my double action forty caliber out from under my pillow ad shot that damn phone twice. After tossing the pistol on the bed, I reached over and picked up the cross for a child made from the heart of the ebony. As for this time tomorrow, don’t have a clue.
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Monday, October 12, 2009
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Add Nobel Folks To “Good Germans” List
Dateline Marshall’s Law Townhall – Following World War II, a term surfaced across American society describing German citizens who ignored, refused to accept, or quietly approved of crimes against humanity occurring in Hitler’s concentration camps. The expression “so and so” would have made a “good German” was not a compliment.
Perhaps those who awarded Nobel Peace Prize to President Obama would have made good Germans in Hitler’s Germany. It seems that Obama’s messianic disciples along with those awarding Nobel Peace Prize to Obama are ignoring, refusing to believe, and are quietly endorsing Obama’s: abuses, corruptions, crimes, unconstitutional policies, Leninist strategies to destroy American capitalism, threatening America’s national security.
Some might consider Obama’s policies and actions treason against America; world’s most civilized, most advanced and most generous capitalist constitutional republic in all human history. Obama’s violence against America will pale in comparison to Obama’s international policies which are laying framework for perhaps most violent single historical event in human history – multi nations using nuclear weapons Third World War.
Future history fact: Nobel’s presenters of Peace Prize to President Obama will be remembered as accessories along with hordes of Obama’s political zombies as people who were “good Germans”.
One can only hope while preparing, that Obama, Obama’s Administration, Leninist Liberal Democrats, and their hordes of political zombies stop what they are doing and go away as quietly as the came.
Almost forgot, have you examined Marshall’s Law Townhall Entry Number #075 “Anti Illegal Immigration Amnesty Petition”?
Dateline Marshall’s Law Townhall – Following World War II, a term surfaced across American society describing German citizens who ignored, refused to accept, or quietly approved of crimes against humanity occurring in Hitler’s concentration camps. The expression “so and so” would have made a “good German” was not a compliment.
Perhaps those who awarded Nobel Peace Prize to President Obama would have made good Germans in Hitler’s Germany. It seems that Obama’s messianic disciples along with those awarding Nobel Peace Prize to Obama are ignoring, refusing to believe, and are quietly endorsing Obama’s: abuses, corruptions, crimes, unconstitutional policies, Leninist strategies to destroy American capitalism, threatening America’s national security.
Some might consider Obama’s policies and actions treason against America; world’s most civilized, most advanced and most generous capitalist constitutional republic in all human history. Obama’s violence against America will pale in comparison to Obama’s international policies which are laying framework for perhaps most violent single historical event in human history – multi nations using nuclear weapons Third World War.
Future history fact: Nobel’s presenters of Peace Prize to President Obama will be remembered as accessories along with hordes of Obama’s political zombies as people who were “good Germans”.
One can only hope while preparing, that Obama, Obama’s Administration, Leninist Liberal Democrats, and their hordes of political zombies stop what they are doing and go away as quietly as the came.
Almost forgot, have you examined Marshall’s Law Townhall Entry Number #075 “Anti Illegal Immigration Amnesty Petition”?
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