Le tueur en série Me-Too – Misogyny, Murder, And Mayhem ⋆ America Speaks Ink

Le tueur en série Me-Too – Misogyny, Murder, And Mayhem ⋆ America Speaks Ink

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Misogynie, meurtre et chaos
Les hommes ripostent

Prologue
Il n'y a rien de plus beau que de regarder quelqu'un mourir. Il n'y a rien de plus excitant de savoir que c'est moi qui ai causé cette mort. Il n'y a rien de plus électrisant quand c'est la mort d'une femelle. Regarder la vie s'écouler de ces mollins puants, c'est comme regarder dans le nirvana. Face à face avec une telle beauté réveille mes reins. Regarder la lumière faiblir de leurs yeux est une utopie pour moi. Cela a donné un sens à ma vie. J'ai un but maintenant. Est-ce que ces voyous hautains pensaient qu'ils allaient conquérir le monde? Pensaient-ils vraiment qu'ils méritaient un salaire égal? Quand je vois le mouvement Me-Too, tout ce que je vois, ce sont des femmes qui se lèvent de partout pour faire leur mort. Je suis cette mort.

Chapitre 1
Il faisait tellement de bruit et il s'écroulait tout autour de nous. On pouvait voir les bosses qu'il causait partout. Cela a brisé et blessé plus d'une personne. Il a tout coupé à sa manière. Le mouvement fut féroce et rapide, pour s'arrêter brutalement. C'était moi après tout, celui qui me défendait. L'avenir est arrivé en octobre 2017. Ils l'appelaient «l'effet Weinstein» et c'était quelque chose que je n'oublierais jamais. En octobre 2017, des accusations d'agression sexuelle contre Harvey Weinstein ont été déposées par un groupe de salopes. Harvey a été licencié de son entreprise et expulsé de l'Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. À la fin d'octobre, quelque chose comme soixante-dix putes ou plus, Harvey Harvey, avait fait des allégations contre ce grand homme. Les allégations fallacieuses ont déclenché le soi-disant mouvement Me-Too. Weinstein n'était pas le seul à se laisser entraîner dans ce mouvement ridicule. Beaucoup de grands hommes ont été démolis dans de nombreuses professions. Certains de mes acteurs et gars de nouvelles préférés ont été détruits à cause de ces chiennes. Harvey avait réalisé certains des meilleurs films de tous les temps avec Quentin Tarantino. Cela ne pouvait pas tenir, j'avais besoin de faire quelque chose, je voulais me battre.
J'ai grandi à une époque où les hommes étaient des hommes. Que demandez-vous à une femme aux deux yeux noirs? Rien, tu lui as dit deux fois. Pourquoi la femme a-t-elle traversé la route? Je ne sais pas, qu'est-ce qu'elle fout de la cuisine! Une femme n'est rien de plus qu'un système de survie pour le vagin. Maintenant, ils pensent qu'ils vont sortir de leurs stations collectives et être problématiques pour les hommes? Je ne pense pas, du moins pas sans réponse. Je ne sais pas comment les choses sont devenues si détraquées en Amérique. L'idée que les femmes méritent le respect sur le lieu de travail ou un salaire égal est un anathème pour tout ce qui est américain. Ils ne sont là que sur le lieu de travail pour aider et soulager nos bites ou peut-être faire des courses pour nous, mais c'est tout. Clair et simple, pourquoi diable les aurions-nous sur le lieu de travail? Ils ont leur place et c'est pour nous servir et nos bites. Ils ont leur but et ce n'est pas de vaincre le plus grand magnat du cinéma de l'histoire d'Hollywood ou d'autres gentilshommes d'autres industries. Lorsque cette guerre contre les hommes sera terminée, ils ne prendront jamais le dessus sur nous, jamais. Ou, pas de mon vivant.

Chapitre deux
Je m'appelle Cornelius Galvin. Je suis propriétaire et PDG d'une entreprise de technologie de l'information basée sur la Space Coast of Florida. Ici, nous vivons dans le secteur de l'aérospatiale et de la technologie. La NASA, Space X et Lockheed Martin ne sont que quelques-unes des entreprises et agences gouvernementales qui composent la Space Coast. C'est à partir de cet endroit même que nous avons lancé des hommes (pas des femmes) sur la Lune, que nous avions le programme de la navette spatiale et que nous atteignons maintenant Mars. Cette partie de la Floride est un monde en soi. C'est une partie aisée de l'État. Nous avons Cocoa Beach, Merritt Island et Cape Canaveral dans une même zone géographique. Il a la forme d'un rectangle et à l'intérieur de cet espace se trouve un monde qui comprend les plages, le port et deux rivières. Nous avons tout ce dont nous avons besoin dans ce rectangle. Certains des meilleurs restaurants, fruits de mer et bars que la Floride a à offrir, sont le monde dans lequel je m'entrelace. Ici, des salopes et des putes bordent les plages avec des seins et des fesses à perte de vue. Une mer de peau et de décolleté comme la plupart des gens du Midwest n'ont jamais rêvé. Les femmes couvrent à peine leur corps avec des vêtements ou des maillots de bain. Chaque week-end, je me promène entre leurs chaises de plage et leurs couvertures tout en sachant qu'ils veulent tous de moi. Ils m'appellent avec leur peau et leurs courbes huilées. Ils veulent que je m'approche de chacun d'eux allongé sur leurs serviettes de plage et que je me tienne là et que je me branle dessus. Je sais juste qu'ils le font. Ils le demandent avec leurs bikinis string et leur peau scintillante. Ils m'appellent pour les abaisser. Il n'y a pas de pénurie de jezebels prêts à servir ce snatch pour un dîner de steak ou un cocktail. Ces femmes qui tombent sont aussi abondantes que les sables sur la plage. Il n'est pas difficile pour moi de trouver une chatte ressemblant à un dieu grec comme moi. Mes cheveux noirs et mes yeux sombres, ainsi que mon corps musclé, sont irrésistibles pour ces putes locales. La vie à Vaginaville était l'endroit où il fallait être ou du moins c'était jusqu'à l'arrivée du mouvement Me-Too. Mais je prends de l'avance sur moi-même. Permettez-moi de commencer quand j'ai déménagé pour la première fois sur la Space Coast.
Je n'ai pas grandi sur la Space Coast, j'ai grandi dans le sud de la Floride. J'ai emménagé ici il y a dix ans. Ma femme a grandi ici et elle voulait rentrer chez elle sur ses terres. Nous avons donc déménagé ici pour commencer une nouvelle vie. Nous sommes arrivés à notre nouvelle maison il y a dix ans. C'était un petit quartier pittoresque proche de l'océan. L'équipe de déménagement a commencé à décharger le camion et nous avons commencé à déballer nos affaires. Il n’a pas fallu longtemps pour que les ouvriers aient fini, et nous nous tenions au milieu de notre nouvelle maison enterrés dans des boîtes et des meubles. Petit à petit, les voisins sont venus se présenter. Le gars et sa femme d'à côté se sont montrés très ouverts lorsqu'ils nous ont immédiatement dit si nous avions besoin d'herbe pour frapper et qu'ils nous aideraient. Je pensais que c'était assez amical dans notre toute nouvelle relation de voisinage.
L'homme a expliqué qu'il était un roadie pour certains des célèbres groupes de rock and roll que nous connaissions tous. Il a voyagé avec les groupes pendant la majeure partie de sa vie jusqu'à ce qu'il soit blessé au travail et se retrouve handicapé. Je pensais que c'était un tas d'informations pour le premier jour, mais bon, c'était notre nouveau quartier et nous avons suivi le courant.
Il m'a emmené à côté de chez lui où il m'a montré que sa maison était un sanctuaire de roche dure. Il avait des poupées KISS qui étaient exposées partout et toujours dans les boîtes d'origine non ouvertes. Il avait d'innombrables cassettes de bootleg de chaque groupe que j'ai jamais aimé. L'homme avait un musée à part entière à Hard Rock, et il couvrait chaque centimètre de sa maison avec certains des groupes les plus importants de Rock et leurs souvenirs. Il était couvert de tatouages ​​et avait de longs cheveux noirs. Sa femme portait des jeans tout le temps et de vieux tee-shirts de concert, tout comme les filles de headbanging avec lesquelles j'ai grandi. Ils m'ont tous deux rappelé beaucoup de gars et de filles que je connaissais dans les années 1980, mais d'une manière ou d'une autre, cela avait un air comme s'il était dans une capsule temporelle et qu'il ne sortirait pas de sitôt. L'homme et sa femme ne possédaient même pas d'ordinateur, donc j'avais vraiment l'impression de remonter le temps quand je suis entré chez lui.
Il m'a expliqué de ne pas parler à la dame d'en face parce qu'elle était une informatrice du gouvernement. J'ai demandé comment il le savait et il a répondu il n'y a pas si longtemps avant que nous emménagions, sa maison a été descendue par le gouvernement fédéral et ils ont dû couper des parties de son toit pour démanteler le laboratoire de méthamphétamine dans lequel elle courait. J'ai été époustouflé parce que c'était mon premier jour dans la nouvelle maison et ça ressemblait à un super quartier. Cela ne correspondait certainement pas à l'idée d'un laboratoire de méthamphétamine incontrôlable. Il a déclaré que le gouvernement avait fermé toute la route pendant des jours pour nettoyer le gâchis. J'ai demandé comment cela faisait d'elle une informatrice et il a répondu qu'elle était sortie de prison quelques semaines plus tard, que les accusations avaient été abandonnées et qu'elle n'était jamais allée en prison. Je l'ai regardé dans les yeux et j'ai dit: "Oui, c'est une vipère."
J'ai commencé à me demander quel genre de quartier ma femme nous trouvait. Il m'a tendu une tarte déjà cuite comme cadeau pour réchauffer la maison et un gros joint gras. Je ne sais pas comment il savait que nous fumions du pot, mais j'aimais mon nouveau voisin à coup sûr. Je suis rentré chez moi peu de temps après. Ma femme avait l'air affamée, alors nous avons décidé de sortir manger. Je préfère les grandes femmes. Ma femme a de beaux longs cheveux noirs et gris qui descendent jusqu'aux fesses. Elle a de gros seins et des courbes impressionnantes. J'aime plus de coussin pour pousser et pour le garder comme ça, tu dois la nourrir. J'ai proposé une pizza, mais elle n'était pas d'humeur. Il y avait un restaurant qui était près de notre nouvelle maison appelée Doggs et je nous ai conduits là-bas pour aller dîner. Alors que nous entrions dans l'allée du restaurant, nous avons remarqué des tonnes de voitures de police remplissant le parking. Chacun d'eux était une unité K-9 et ils ont tous laissé leurs voitures en marche avec le climatiseur avec tous les K-9 dans les voitures. J'ai deviné que c'était un lieu de rencontre pour les flics et en particulier un lieu de rencontre pour les flics avec des chiens.
Nous avons commencé à marcher vers la porte d'entrée du restaurant quand chaque chien dans chaque voiture de police est devenu fou. Ils ont tous commencé à devenir fous en aboyant et en grattant les fenêtres en essayant de sortir. J'ai réalisé que j'avais encore l'articulation dans ma poche. C’était comme une scène du Cujo de Stephen King. Au milieu de la convention des chiens de ce chapelier fou, je me rends compte que les doges me regardaient directement et personne d'autre. Les chiens devenaient fous et chaque policier a vu tout cela se passer dans le parking à travers les fenêtres du restaurant, alors que nous entrions dans la porte. Nous sommes entrés dans le restaurant et avons obtenu un stand dans la section bar. Nous nous sommes assis et avons demandé des menus. Le restaurant avait surtout des hot-dogs, d'où le nom de Doggs. Il y avait aussi quelque chose comme une pépite de poulet qu'ils appelaient "Scooby Snack" dans le menu et vous pouvez commander votre niveau de sauce piquante avec. Nous avons tous les deux commandé le "Scooby Snack" et nous nous sommes assis et avons mangé notre repas.
Je me suis excusé pour aller aux toilettes et à l'intérieur de la chambre des hommes se trouvaient trois urinoirs. Il y avait un énorme flic en uniforme qui en utilisait un à gauche. L'urinoir central et celui de droite n'étaient pas occupés. J'ai pris celui le plus éloigné du flic. Alors que j'allais aux toilettes, je pouvais sentir le policier me regarder. J'avais toujours l'articulation dans ma poche et je savais que c'est pourquoi ces chiens ne pouvaient pas arrêter d'aboyer. Il a terminé et est allé à l'évier pour se laver les mains avec son arme suspendue à sa hanche. Avant que je puisse terminer mes affaires, l'officier m'a dit: "Hé, je ne te connais pas?"
J'ai été pris au dépourvu et j'ai dit: «Je ne pense pas, alors nous venons de déménager dans la région. Il m'a demandé d'où et je lui ai dit le sud de la Floride. » Il a dit: «Au revoir», me laissant dans la salle de bain tout seul. J'ai regardé dans le miroir et j'ai réalisé que je transpirais des gouttes de sueur sur mon visage. J'ai jeté de l'eau sur mon visage et j'ai étudié mon reflet dans le miroir en me demandant à quel point c'était étrange. Pourrait-il sentir la marijuana dans ma poche? Je suis retourné à notre table pour le dîner.
Le serveur est venu à notre table qui était cette bombe blonde avec un grand décolleté, et je lui ai demandé s'il s'agissait d'un restaurant pour personnes avec des chiens. Elle a ri et a dit non, mais les flics K-9 adorent ça et viennent toujours ici. Elle nous a dit aujourd'hui qu'il y avait une fête de retraite et qu'ils seraient ici toute la nuit. Ma femme n'avait aucune idée de ce qui se passait ni d'aucun des problèmes avec lesquels j'étais aux toilettes. J'ai fait un deuxième voyage au John et cette fois j'ai pris le décrochage, donc je pouvais avoir un peu d'intimité et ne pas être pris au dépourvu une fois de plus. J'ai jeté le joint dans les toilettes et l'ai rincé. J'ai regardé l'eau tourner en rond lorsqu'elle a disparu dans le drain. Je suis sorti de la salle de bain, j'ai payé l'onglet et je suis parti. Alors que nous marchions vers la voiture, les chiens étaient complètement silencieux. Je suis rentré à la maison en secouant la tête. Je n'avais pas besoin de me faire arrêter le premier jour sur la Space Coast.

Chapitre trois
Le lendemain matin, je déballais et installais tous les appareils électroniques et les ordinateurs de la maison. D'une manière ou d'une autre, la Xbox est morte et a obtenu ce qu'on appelle «l'anneau rouge de la mort» dans lequel un cercle s'allume sur la Xbox et rien d'autre ne fonctionne. Ma femme a trouvé un magasin d'informatique sur Craigslist qui gère la Xbox et j'ai obtenu les instructions pour aller à cet endroit. Je l'ai laissée déballer et je suis allée à la boutique informatique. Le magasin se trouvait dans un centre commercial non décrit qui était presque entièrement vide. Je suis entré dans cette petite pièce et je me suis tenu au comptoir en attendant que quelqu'un sorte de l'arrière pour me servir.
Je suis resté là pendant un moment et personne ne s'est présenté. Ils avaient une de ces cloches que vous pouvez sonner pour leur faire savoir que quelqu'un était là et je l'ai sonné et j'ai attendu. Plus de temps s'est écoulé et personne n'est sorti. La porte d'entrée était ouverte, et les heures d'ouverture étaient affichées sur la porte indiquant que c'était leurs heures d'ouverture. Je suis presque parti quand personne n'est sorti, mais quelque chose sur le mur derrière la caisse enregistreuse a attiré mon attention. Il y avait un panneau sur le mur qui disait quelque chose sur l'amour des femmes avec de petits pieds. J'ai trouvé que c'était la chose la plus étrange et je me suis penché sur le comptoir pour lire les petits caractères sur le panneau quand j'ai vu tous les moniteurs qui étaient derrière le comptoir. Deux d'entre eux ont montré un gros homme assis sur un canapé recevant la fellation d'une toute petite femme asiatique aux cheveux courts et noirs. Elle était à genoux. Soudain, j'ai entendu un gémissement venant de l'arrière et j'ai réalisé que cela pouvait se produire en ce moment dans l'arrière-salle. Je me dirigeai vers le couloir et jetai un coup d'œil au coin de la rue et bien sûr, je vis un gros gars se mettre la tête sur le canapé. L'homme m'a vu passer ma tête autour du mur et m'a fait signe de venir vers eux. J'ai marché dans le couloir jusqu'à la pièce où ils se trouvaient. Il y avait ce petit poussin asiatique qui faisait une pipe à ce type blanc, et il leva les yeux de sa bite en le suçant et me fit signe vers eux. Je me suis approchée et j'ai fouetté ma bite et elle commence à me souffler tout en le branlant avec une de ses mains. Le mec m'a regardé et m'a demandé si j'aimais aussi les petits pieds et a montré les pieds de la salope. Je lui ai juste souri et hoché la tête. Je suppose que «petits pieds» est un peu vernaculaire pour les putes asiatiques, pour tout ce que je sais. Pendant que l'œil incliné me soufflait, le propriétaire de la boutique a demandé à la prostituée asiatique de se mettre sur ses mains et ses genoux et il a commencé à la baiser par derrière, tout en faisant des affaires avec moi. Il me demandait pourquoi j'étais ici et me posait des questions sur ma Xbox. Je lui ai expliqué "L'Anneau rouge de la mort" en bloquant ma bite dans la gorge de cette pente. Je ne pouvais pas croire la grande chance que j'avais. D'une certaine manière, j'étais tombé sur la plus grande boutique informatique de tous les temps. La scène entière était quelque chose d'un livre de contes érotique, mais je ne me plaignais pas.
Juste au moment où j'allais sauter un écrou, tout à coup il y avait une agitation à l'avant. Je pouvais voir sur un moniteur dans l'arrière-salle qu'il y avait ces deux espagnols tenant des fusils et se tenant au milieu de la devanture. Nous avons rapidement remonté notre pantalon; le gars a dit à la chienne asiatique et moi: «Suivez-moi» et il a commencé à grimper cette échelle jusqu'au grenier de l'endroit. Nous sommes tous sortis dans ce vide sanitaire et avons suivi le gars dans le grenier rempli de toile d'araignée qui parcourait toutes les autres devantures de la place. J'ai demandé au gars qui était le mec avec les armes à feu, et il m'a expliqué qu'il avait été engagé par un client pour installer du matériel de surveillance dans cette maison et venir découvrir que ce n'était pas sa maison. Ces gars n'étaient pas contents qu'il place des caméras partout dans leur maison. Le gars qui l'a embauché lui a fait penser que c'était sa place. Il a dit qu'ils étaient des trafiquants de drogue et que nous devions nous éloigner d'ici. Je ne pouvais pas croire ma chance; une minute flippante, je reçois une tête asiatique de qualité et la minute suivante, je suis dans un grenier poussiéreux rampant pour ma vie. Nous nous sommes arrêtés juste au-dessus de ce restaurant cubain abandonné et y sommes descendus. L'endroit était désagréable comme de la merde comme si quelqu'un venait de s'éloigner et avait tout laissé. L'odeur était insupportable.
Nous avons pu sortir vers le parking, monter dans nos voitures et repartir avant de remarquer que nous étions partis. Mon cœur battait la chamade alors que je m'éloignais. J'ai réalisé que j'avais laissé notre Xbox là-bas, mais je n'y retournerais pas maintenant. J'ai continué à conduire jusqu'à ce que je sois convaincu que personne ne me suivait. Je ne voulais pas ramener de trafiquants de drogue en colère dans ma nouvelle maison. Alors que j'arrivais dans l'allée de ma nouvelle maison, ma femme était dehors et parlait à ces deux gars qui tenaient des brochures. Alors que je me dirigeais vers ma femme, elle a dit: «Ces gentils jeunes hommes aimeraient nous parler de Satan et de la façon dont il laisse des messages secrets à la radio pour nos jeunes.»
Je suis resté là, complètement abasourdi. J'avais déjà une journée folle. Ils se sont présentés à moi en me disant qu'ils vivaient au coin de la rue de l'autre côté de la rue. L'homme m'a serré la main et m'a demandé si j'étais sauvé. Je lui ai dit que nous n'étions pas des religieux et l'homme m'a dit que Jésus sauve malgré tout. Je lui ai expliqué que nous n'aimions pas le zombie et que nous adorions sur l'autel de la raison et de la logique. Il avait l'air confus et m'a demandé ce que je voulais dire sur l'adoration des zombies. Je lui ai demandé: "N'adorez-vous pas un zombie?" Il a dit: "Zombie, je ne comprends pas?"
Je lui ai demandé s'il attendait qu'un Juif de deux mille ans se réveille et revienne à la vie pour juger les vivants et les morts. Il était juste là, complètement vexé. Je lui ai dit que je ne croyais pas aux zombies et nous n'en adorons certainement aucun. Les hommes ont commencé à ramper dans ma cour en marchant en arrière et ont commencé à me dire que j'allais aller en enfer et y brûler. Il a dit que le seul chemin vers le ciel était par Jésus-Christ et je lui ai demandé si le ciel avait tous les tacos que vous pouviez manger. Je lui ai dit que je ne voulais pas y aller à moins que je puisse avoir tous les tacos que je pouvais manger. Les deux hommes se sont retournés et ont couru vers leur maison.
Mon voisin qui m'a donné le pot s'est approché et a dit: «Je vois que vous avez rencontré notre sympathique fondamentaliste du quartier. J'ai commencé à rire et j'ai dit: "Oui, je l'ai."
Ma femme est retournée dans la maison et le voisin m'a demandé comment j'aimais le joint qu'il m'a donné. Je lui ai dit que je l'avais accidentellement laissé tomber dans les toilettes d'un restaurant et je n'ai jamais pu l'essayer. Il m'a regardé et a dit: "Vous ne vouliez pas descendre et le sortir du bol, n'est-ce pas?" Nous avons tous les deux commencé à rire. J'ai dit: "Non, je ne l'ai pas fait."
Il m'a dit qu'il y avait beaucoup plus d'où cela venait et je lui ai acheté un sac d'un quart de once de pot. Quand je suis rentré chez moi et que je suis entré à l'intérieur, ma femme m'a demandé comment cela se passait avec la Xbox. Je l'ai regardée et lui ai dit: «Je suis désolé; ils n'ont pas pu le réparer. » Je lui ai dit qu'il avait été complètement abattu et que nous devions en acheter un autre. Elle s'éloigna en maudissant «L'anneau rouge de la mort».

Chapitre quatre
L'une des toutes premières choses que nous aimons faire lorsque nous déménageons dans un nouvel endroit est de trouver un bon endroit pour bagels qui a des bagels et des lox décents. La clé de tout bon quartier est un endroit avec de bons bagels, un autre avec une bonne pizza et enfin vous devez avoir une cuisine chinoise de qualité. Sans cela, vous pourriez aussi bien vivre dans une grotte en Afghanistan. Ce matin-là, nous avons essayé un endroit appelé Moe’s Bagels et nous avons cloué la partie bagel de notre quête. C'était un lieu de bagel de qualité qui faisait même frémir la pomme de terre. Alors que nous nous asseyions pour le petit déjeuner, ma femme a annoncé qu'elle avait une surprise. Elle m'a dit qu'elle avait acheté des billets pour une éco-tournée sur la rivière Banana et que nous devions partir maintenant pour y arriver avant le départ du bateau. Elle a dit que c'était comme un safari africain mais sur l'eau. Cela ressemblait à une excellente idée. Cela nous donnerait une chance d'explorer les rivières et de voir toutes les belles maisons le long du chemin. Il nous a également fourni un scénario éducatif pour en apprendre davantage sur les animaux indigènes et la vie végétale. Ma femme se souciait de la merde comme ça, alors j'ai accepté. Elle a toujours des émissions animales sur notre télé.
Nous sommes arrivés à quai à temps et avons présenté nos billets que ma femme a imprimés en ligne. Ce gars plus âgé dans la soixantaine skippait le bateau et il ressemblait à Roy Scheider dans le film Jaws. Le reste d'entre nous à bord était composé de touristes âgés venus dans le comté de Brevard pour voir les navires au port, profiter de Cocoa Beach et peut-être assister à un spectacle au King Center for the Performing Arts. Les habitants possédaient leurs propres foutus bateaux et n'avaient pas besoin d'une visite de la rivière sur ce gigantesque bateau-taxi sur lequel nous étions.
Alors que le bateau quittait le quai, une femme utilisant le microphone a commencé à expliquer l'Eco Tour et a décrit toutes les choses que nous allions voir. Elle était une chatte chaude en bikini et ressemblait à Demi Moore dans ses jours de gloire, avant de heurter le mur, bien sûr. Elle a expliqué les faits sur les animaux et la vie végétale que nous allions rencontrer en descendant la rivière. Ce matin-là, la rivière était animée par la faune et même les guides touristiques ont été époustouflés par tous les lamantins que nous avons vus s'accoupler et le corps dur du microphone a dit que tout semblait avoir des relations sexuelles aujourd'hui. Même les dauphins qui ont suivi le bateau sur la rivière sautaient dans et hors de l'eau. Il semblait que ce matin-là, la faune le long de la rivière s'est réunie et a organisé collectivement le plus grand des spectacles à regarder. Je dois admettre que j'ai été impressionné.
À quelques kilomètres de la rivière et au plus profond de la visite, l'un des enfants sur le bateau a annoncé haut et fort qu'il devait aller aux toilettes. Il était ce petit gamin juif hilarant avec son kippa sur la tête. Nous étions assis à l'avant sur le bateau, alors le capitaine a entendu sa vessie pleurer et nous a tous dit qu'il vivait pas trop loin de là où nous étions et que nous pouvions nous arrêter jusqu'à sa maison, afin que le garçon puisse aller utiliser ses toilettes. Je ne pouvais pas croire que ce gamin affectait la trajectoire de la tournée, mais le skipper a dit à tout le bateau que sa femme faisait cuire un pot de piment géant ce jour-là et nous pourrions tous entrer et profiter d'un bol.
Nous nous sommes arrêtés à l'arrière de sa maison sur la rivière et avons accosté. Un à un, tout le monde est descendu du bateau et a gravi cette colline en direction de la maison. Nous étions tous conduits par le skipper à travers son porche arrière grillagé où se trouvait sa piscine et dans les portes coulissantes en verre qui entraient dans la maison. Alors que nous entrions tous, tout ce que l'on pouvait entendre était la foule collectivement haletante. Pendant que nous entrions dans la pièce de la maison en Floride, nous avons entendu le skipper crier: «C'est ma femme!»
Juste là sur le sol devant la cheminée, sa femme nue était à cheval sur un jeune homme noir d'une vingtaine d'années avec une bite géante et chevauchait sa bite, tout en donnant oralement et une branlette à deux autres jeunes hommes noirs , également dans la vingtaine avec de gros outils. Immédiatement, quelques-unes des femmes plus âgées sur le bateau ont attrapé le jeune enfant avant qu'il ne puisse voir quoi que ce soit et l'ont raccompagné à l'extérieur pour utiliser la salle de bain au bord de la piscine. Les blacks ont rapidement attrapé et mis leurs vêtements, avec la femme plus âgée, qui ressemblait à Debra Winger de nos jours et ils ont commencé à faire du jet. Ils sont tous partis en courant par la porte d'entrée de la maison et le skipper les a poursuivis dans un sprint complet. Nous sommes tous restés complètement stupéfaits. Un énorme rire a éclaté et toute la foule a commencé à éclater. Nous avons ri si fort que nous avons commencé à pleurer.
Nous nous sommes tous assis autour de la maison en attendant le retour du skipper, mais il ne l'a jamais fait. Nous nous sommes juste assis là dans sa maison en attendant qu'il revienne quand nous avons tous commencé à sentir le piment qu'on nous avait promis. Je suis entré dans la cuisine et bien sûr, il y avait une grande casserole de piment juste en train de cuire, dégageant ce grand arôme. J'ai dit à tout le monde de s'asseoir sur le porche arrière autour de la piscine et ma femme et je servirais à tout le monde un bol de ce piment pendant que nous attendons le pauvre skipper ou sa putain de femme. Nous sommes passés par sa cuisine à la recherche de bols et cuillères. Après le repas, ils ne sont toujours pas revenus, alors nous avons tous appelé un taxi et sommes retournés à nos voitures. Je suppose qu'en fin de compte, notre Florida Eco Tour avait une saveur africaine après tout.

Chapitre cinq
Je ne savais pas que le mouvement Me-Too était en marche. Je n'avais aucune idée à l'époque, comment le monde allait changer radicalement. Nous nous installions sur la Space Coast et apprenions à connaître la région. Un jour, ma femme a prévu une journée pour faire le tour de la région avec un agent immobilier et chercher des maisons à vendre. Elle ne pouvait tout simplement pas oublier le fait qu'il y avait un laboratoire de méthamphétamine en face. Elle voulait voir si nous pouvions trouver un autre quartier. Cet après-midi, nous avons rebondi d'une belle maison sur la rivière à l'autre. Sur le chemin du retour dans la voiture, ma femme sort un livre de son sac à main. Je lui ai demandé de quoi il s'agissait et elle a répondu que lorsqu'elle utilisait les toilettes de cette dernière maison, elle était curieuse et a trouvé un journal dans le placard écrit par le garçon qui vivait à la maison. Pendant que nous rentrions à la maison, elle a commencé à le lire. Vers la moitié du chemin du retour, elle commence à me dire que le journal contenait une carte au trésor. Elle a dit que le journal indiquait que le X marque l'endroit était dans l'arrière-cour de la maison près du bain d'oiseaux.
Je me suis demandé à haute voix de quel genre de trésor il s'agissait, et ma femme a dit que tout le livre ne cessait de dire que c'était «le précieux trésor de maman». J'ai demandé à ma femme ce qu'elle pensait que cela signifiait et elle a dit quoi que ce soit, ça devait être quelque chose de grand pour lui de l'enterrer dans la cour et de créer une carte au trésor. Quand nous sommes rentrés à la maison, ma femme n'a pas pu laisser tomber le sujet ou sa curiosité pour ce qui était enterré dans l'arrière-cour de cette maison. Elle m'a supplié d'y retourner quand il faisait noir et de creuser. Je lui ai dit que je ne pouvais pas simplement monter dans une maison dans le noir et me promener dans la cour et commencer à creuser. J'ai dit que je serais abattu ou que quelqu'un me verrait et appellerait les flics. Elle a dit: "Pas si vous vous en approchez de la rivière."
Je lui ai demandé comment je ferais cela puisque nous ne possédions pas de bateau. Elle m'a dit d'aller en louer un. Je n'en croyais pas mes oreilles, ma femme voulait vraiment que j'aille voir ce qui y était enterré. Nous avons fait le tour de cette histoire jusqu'à ce qu'elle m'effondre et j'ai accepté d'aller le vérifier.
J'ai décidé de louer un kayak pour que personne n'entende le moteur d'un bateau s'approcher. Je pouvais simplement pagayer jusqu'à l'arrière-cour, sortir de mon kayak et aller creuser autour du bain d'oiseaux qui était assis dans l'arrière-cour sous un arbre. Si les voisins d'à côté ne me voyaient pas, je me suis dit que je pourrais probablement retirer cela. Nous avons donc élaboré notre plan, nous sommes assis et avons utilisé Google Maps pour déterminer quelle maison était la bonne pour l'approcher par la rivière et non par la route. Une fois que j'ai tourné le kayak sur ce canal, ce serait la sixième maison à gauche. Je suis allé et j'ai loué le kayak, j'ai attendu qu'il fasse noir et je l'ai ensuite déposé dans la rivière à partir d'une rampe de mise à l'eau publique. J'ai dû pagayer un peu plus de trois kilomètres avant d'arriver au canal que je devais baisser. En m'approchant de la maison, j'ai commencé à compter les maisons jusqu'à la sixième. J'ai tiré le kayak sur l'herbe de l'arrière-cour et j'ai commencé à marcher dans l'obscurité sur cette pente vers le bain d'oiseaux qui était sous l'arbre. J'avais une pelle à main et je me suis mis à genoux sous l'arbre et j'ai commencé à creuser autour du bain d'oiseaux. Je creusais tout autour lorsque ma pelle a heurté une boîte métallique et a fait ce son énorme. De la cour voisine, j'ai entendu un homme crier: «Hé! Qui est là-bas? "
J'ai rapidement sorti la boîte. Il avait à peu près la taille d'une boîte à cigares et il était fermé avec du ruban adhésif. J'ai attrapé la boîte très rapidement et j'ai commencé à retourner vers la rivière. J'ai entendu le voisin crier à sa femme de laisser sortir les chiens et j'ai commencé à courir. J'ai sauté dans le kayak, j'ai repoussé la berge et j'ai commencé à pagayer aussi vite que possible.
Alors que mon kayak disparaissait dans l'obscurité, je pouvais entendre ce qui ressemblait à au moins trois chiens aboyant comme des fous. Je suis retourné à la rampe de mise à l'eau en espérant que les flics ne m'attendaient pas. Je me suis arrêté sur le quai et je suis rapidement sorti de l'eau et j'ai attaché le kayak au sommet de ma Cadillac Escalade.
J'ai pris le volant et je suis parti avec le cœur battant. J'ai placé la boîte sur le siège passager à côté de moi et j'ai commencé à rentrer chez moi. Je ne pouvais pas croire ce qui se passait. Je me sentais comme si j'étais dans un film ou quelque chose du genre. Non seulement nous avons trouvé une carte au trésor, mais la chose flippante était également réelle. J'ai même trouvé l'endroit «X marque l'endroit» et j'ai vraiment trouvé quelque chose là-bas. J'étais de plus en plus excité à me demander ce qu'il y avait dans la boîte. Quel était le précieux trésor de maman? Qu'est-ce que c'était? Qu'y a-t-il dans cette boîte? Je ne l'ouvrirais pas sans ma femme. Elle va sortir avec une perruque quand j'apporterai cette maison.
À peu près à l'époque, je m'apprêtais à baisser la route vers notre lotissement, tout à coup, une voiture de flic s'est arrêtée derrière moi et a allumé ses lumières. J'ai complètement paniqué et j'ai commencé à transpirer. J'ai tiré le SUV et alors qu'il s'approchait de ma fenêtre. J'ai mis la boîte sous mon siège d'une manière que j'espère que le flic n'a pas vue. Il s'est approché de ma fenêtre et m'a demandé si je savais pourquoi il m'avait arrêté. Je n'arrêtais pas de penser à la boîte, au voisin avec les chiens et je me demandais si j'avais laissé des preuves derrière moi. Le flic m'a dit qu'il m'a tiré parce que mon kayak était sur le point de tomber de mon toit. Il a dit que je l'avais mal attaché. Je l'ai remercié et je suis sorti de l'Escalade et j'ai remonté le bateau correctement. Le flic s'est éloigné et je tremblais de la tête aux pieds. Je suis rentré dans la Cadillac, je suis rentré à la maison et j'ai franchi la porte d'entrée pour trouver ma femme là-bas dans le salon, faisant des allers-retours en attendant pour moi.
Je lui ai remis la boîte et lui ai dit que c'était ce qui était enterré dans cette cour. Elle a couru chercher un couteau pour couper le ruban pour entrer dans la boîte. Une fois que le sceau a été brisé, nous nous sommes regardés tous les deux, puis ma femme a lentement ouvert la boîte. Nous avons tous les deux regardé fixement. Elle l'a placé sur la table basse et nous nous sommes juste assis sur le canapé à le regarder. Je ne pouvais pas en croire mes yeux. À l'intérieur de la boîte était un gode noir très épais avec une énorme tête avec des veines qui le traversaient. Nous nous sommes regardés et avons dit à haute voix: "Le précieux trésor de maman."

Chapitre Six
Juste avant le début du mouvement Me-Too, un jour, j'ai trouvé un séminaire sur l'île de Merritt qui était destiné aux personnes qui voulaient en savoir plus sur l'histoire du monde du jeu vidéo. Je ne suis en aucun cas un joueur, mais j'aime jouer aux anciens jeux. J'ai grandi avec Mme Pac-man, Donkey Kong et d'autres. J'ai passé beaucoup de temps à essayer de trouver un ancien jeu vidéo auquel je jouais appelé Defender. La plupart des gens n'ont même jamais entendu parler du jeu à moins d'avoir mon âge et même certains d'entre eux s'en souviennent à peine. Je me suis dit que peut-être que quelqu'un dans ce truc d'ordinateur saurait où je pourrais trouver le jeu. J'ai conduit jusqu'à cet ancien complexe d'entrepôt où se tenait le concert et j'ai marché à l'intérieur du bâtiment.
Quand je suis entré, j'ai dû donner de l'argent au gars assis derrière le bureau et me connecter. Quand je suis entré plus loin dans l'entrepôt, j'ai vu quelques rangées de bureaux avec des gens assis avec cette chose semblable à un casque sur la tête. . Le casque n'était pas sans fil, il était connecté à ces ordinateurs sur les bureaux. Personne ne savait même que j'étais entré parce qu'ils étaient tous immergés dans tout ce qu'ils regardaient à travers le casque. Je me suis assis à l'un des bureaux et j'ai mis un casque. I was completely pleased when I saw the imagines on the screen coming through this contraption.
Inside the virtual world was something like the killing fields of Cambodia, but it was not in Asia, it was in some American city. In this city were women that were running around being chased by what looked like men with the helmets on. The men had machine guns and they were shooting all the women dead. I quickly pulled the helmet off and looked around the room. Everyone was sitting at the desks with their helmets just enjoying the madness of a virtual world where you can mow down women. I put the helmet back on.
Inside the virtual world, I bent down and picked up a machine gun that appeared on the ground in front of me. Women were running past me asking for help while they were being chased by the other helmet guys shooting at them. It was like a cartoon, but it also had a very real look and feel to it. Just viewing it, I could feel my heart race and my pulse go up. While holding my machine gun, I shot towards one of the guys chasing the women and every gun-toting helmet dude in the virtual world stopped and looked towards me. I heard one of them yell at me asking me what the fuck I was doing. I just pulled the trigger of my machine gun and shot at him. All the others stopped chasing women and went after me trying to kill me. What I did not realize at the time was that if you got killed in the virtual world, your time on the machine was up and the person had to leave. I found out all of that and more afterward.
I lasted about five minutes being chased around town by other helmet guys until they killed me, and my entire helmet just turned off and went black. I got up and walked out of the building when I saw a bunch of guys sitting on a bench smoking cigarettes and drinking Red Bull. The one guy waved me over and when I walked up to them, they asked me what I was doing shooting the guys. He said it was the bitches that needed to be dead.  They all starting to tell me that the whole thing they were paying for was the ability to go around and kill all the women.
I told them I wish we could do it in real life and everyone started hooting and hollering in agreement. I broke their rule by killing one of them. To stay in the virtual world for the entire time they paid for and to get the most out of their money, the agreement was not to kill one another and just slaughter the broads. I explained that this was my first time and I did not understand what this was, but I would never do it again. I had a place I could go to know to blow off steam.
I went to walk away and head towards my SUV. About halfway to my car I stopped and turned around and walked back to the bench. I asked if anyone knew where I could find Defender, the old video game I was looking for. The young punks just looked at me with these blanks stares when one asked what the fuck is Defender.

Chapter Seven
Life on the Space Coast was going just fine until the Me-Too movement exploded across the country. My first realization that it was spreading was at work.  Suddenly, one of my employees, that was this beautiful BBW with shoulder-length red hair and some huge tits, who would blow me in my office, started acting up. I called her in for some oral relief one afternoon, something that was very common, and she told me no. I couldn’t believe my ears. Not only would she not suck me off, but she asked me for a raise. She was complaining that her male counterpart makes more money than she did.
I threw her out of my office and closed the door behind her. I sat down at my desk in utter shock. What the hell was going on in the world was all I can think. I pulled down my pants and jerked off to relieve my anger. The next day the bitch quit her job and I was contacted by her lawyer about a lawsuit. She was claiming that I created a hostile work environment and the lawyer pointed to the lawsuit with Bob Barker of the Price is Right. In that suit, the woman claimed Bob would make her blow him every Thursday of twenty-two years. The lawyer explained that this is the Me-Too era and that these kinds of lawsuits are popping up all over the nation.
Well, I was not going to be a victim of this hypocrisy. If my wife found out, my marriage would be over. There was no way I was going to let that happen or give that BBW one red cent. That was the day when I knew I had to do something. I was going to become a killer. What I did not know was how proficient I would get or how much blood I would spill. All I knew for sure was that curvy slut was not going to survive my rage or wreck my life.
Over time I became close with a gamer dude that would shoot women in the virtual world we played in. His name was Jack and him and I would talk about how great it would be if we could kill these bitches in real life. I had Jack meet me for some gyros at Zackary’s on A1A in Cape Canaveral to hatch a plan. Jack was a tiny little guy with glasses. He wore jeans all the time, flip flops and never shaved. I don’t think he has ever owned a razor, but he was a cool guy as far as I was concerned. We sat down in a corner booth facing A1A and ordered our gyros and a couple of Greek beers called Mythos.
Over lunch, I went into the subject of how we could transition from the virtual world to the real world and see what a rush we would get out of that. To my utter amazement, Jack told me he had a way to do it. He said, “My family owns a crematory and I work there full time.” I said, “I’m listening.”
Jack told me, “At night or on the weekends, I have the whole place to myself. There is a back room that we can cover in plastic, do what we want with these whores and then toss them in the oven along with the plastic tarp. It would be untraceable.” I then asked, “Have you ever done this before?”
His response was, “Just once, my neighbor’s dog would not stop barking and kept me up all night. I could not get any sleep and was going crazy.” “What did you do, I asked?” Proudly he said, “I tossed him in the oven.”  I questioned, “Alive?” With a smile, he said, “Oh, yea, the screaming stopped in about thirty seconds, I’ll never forget the sound, I got a rush from it.”
I wanted to know, “Did anyone hear the dog screaming?”
Jack replied, “No, you can’t hear anything back in that room, it is soundproof. If we toss some bitches in there, nobody would be able to hear anything.” Thinking out loud, I said, “Well, I have a woman that works for me that is causing me some serious problems that could affect my marriage. So, I know who we can start with.” Jack made clear, “Remember it can only be at nights or the weekends. My father is there Monday through Friday 9 AM – 5 PM.” More excited now than ever, I said, “Got it. We are about to start on a great adventure you and I.”
Jack spoke to me and said, “My favorite movie is American Psycho, so I know what I am getting into and it is something I’ve dreamed of ever since I saw that movie. It is why I love killing in the virtual world, but over time I built up a tolerance and started to yearn for more, for the real thing.”
I agreed and said out loud, “Great movie and a great reference. We will bring American Psycho to the Me-Too movement and we will be gods! These bitches will get what is coming to them”
Jack and I finished our Greek food and got in our cars and drove away. As I drove home my cock got hard. I was so excited thinking about what we were about to embark on. I walked in the door where I found my wife in the living room. Without saying a word, I bent her over, pull up her dress up and pulled down her panties. I shoved my enormous cock inside her. I came so hard, that my cum came spilling out of her pussy and on to the tile floor. She pulled her panties back up and asked me what was that all about. I told her that I just miss her today, smiled and walked away.

Chapter Eight
Times were changing even before the Me-Too movement even stated. I sat down recently and watched Mia Khalifa’s first interview. I did not know her story and had never heard of her. That is strange to me because I enjoy watching porn, yet I did not know her story. I also watch a lot of news and still somehow, I missed all of this. So, my first introduction was that interview. Ironically, Mia doing that interview has increased her exposure well beyond just the people that got to enjoy her porn.
I thought her interview was revealing when it came to women and their self-esteem. However, I take issue with Mia’s take on what happened to her. I don’t think she has anything to be ashamed of at all. First, most people watch porn, it a multi-billion-dollar industry for a reason. And, not all porn needs to be described in some dark negative way. The marriages the porn industry has helped is beyond measure. The women who put themselves through college or have careers both behind and in front of the cameras have nothing to apologize for. It is a legal form of work. It is an honest living.
Yes, there is a dark element in porn, but not as dark as the Banks or tons of other industries. In fact, what does not have a dark element to it? The Catholic Church that Mia and I grew up in? Isn’t there a dark side to all of that, to everything? The biggest problem I see with the whole Mia Khalifa story is that Mia does not embrace this and make millions of dollars from it. When she said she only made twelve-thousand dollars in three months doing it, I thought hey man, there are a lot of people “today”, five years after she left, who are making money on her body of work and in her name.
That is my problem with the whole story. She should be the one making all that money. The films are out there, it is not going away. Mia is still the second-ranked porn star in the world, five years later. She should capitalize on this and make a fortune. Leaving that money on the table and letting others prosper from it is nuts. Shame should not cost Mia millions of dollars. I think she is looking at this all wrong. She should take control of all of this. She needs to build a team around her that could take this to even a higher level. It would be a crime not to grab that money. She needs to think of all the good things she can do with that money and for others.
Last and certainly not least, Mia Khalifa is the number two ranked porn star on the planet not because Muslim Terrorist want to kill her, she is number two, five years later, because she was good at it. Actually, she was great at porn, she was a rock star and the camera caught it. She is like the Serena Williams of porn. Mia is at the Belladonna level of porn; she is damn good at it. In fact, one of the best I have ever seen. That is why she is still so famous. Her body of work has held up over time. I know I checked it all out, she is amazing! She just like Jenna Jameson, except Jenna made millions of dollars and Mia’s money is going towards therapy. There is something very wrong with that picture. There is nothing wrong with the pictures Mia made!
Mia Khalifa and Linda Lovelace (aka Linda Susan Boreman) ironically have something in common. Both women barely spent any time in the porn industry, yet they are two of the most famous women in all of porn. Linda, of course, was famous for her role in the iconic movie Deep Throat and Mia is famous for doing porn wearing an Islamic hijab.
Mia spent three months in the porn industry and Linda spent just three years in porn and did only three films. Looks like Mia did more films in the three months then Linda did in three years, but this reflects the changing nature of the industry today. Back in the early days of porn making movies moved along much slower. You can watch the HBO series The Deuce to learn about the early days of porn in the 1970s, I highly recommend that if the subject matter interest you.
Both women were very good at their temporary craft. Both left us with some unforgettable scenes to cherish all of time. The camera loved these two women and caught their essential brilliance on film for all of us to appreciate. Their enduring sexuality and skill set when it came to sex are beyond noteworthy, they are a perennial jewel for married couples to enjoy. The marriages and sex lives of couples they helped are beyond measure and incalculable.
The two ladies both embraced their work in porn and rejected it during the course of their lifetimes. Neither one made any real money from their work while others still profit from this today. Of course, Mia is still with us and we want to keep it that way, dispute the Islamic extremists and their threats towards her. Linda On April 3, 2002, was involved in a terrible automobile accident.
Linda suffered massive trauma and internal injuries in the wreck. On April 22, 2002, she was taken off life support and passed away in Denver, Colorado, at the young age of 53. Her husband Larry Marchiano and their two children were there by her bedside when she expired. Linda Lovelace was interred at Parker Cemetery in Parker, Colorado. Mia still has a long life ahead of her.
Both women at one time or another have had regrets and or suffered from shame because of their work in porn. For me, that is the saddest thing about all of it. If I could press a button in their psyche and in an instant, show them all the people they had a positive effect on, I would do that seven days a week and twice on Sundays. With all the talk of the dark side of porn, we sometimes ignore all the positivity that also surrounds it as well and how it helps many people for many different reasons. Many people, for lots of reasons, owe a great big thank you to Mia and Linda. Tu sais qui tu es. This Me-Too crap had gotten out of hand before it even started.

Chapter Nine
It was time to put my plan into action. That redhead who used to work for me, who was now suing me and threatening my marriage, had to go. Her name was Beth and she would be my first conquest of death, but not before I have my way with her.
I went and bought an old nondescript white van with no windows and I place a huge dog cage in the back of it.  I paid cash for the van, gave a fake name and took the open title from the seller. Giving somebody an open title for a car and not going down to the DMV together to transfer the title is nuts. However, many people do it. Well, I was never going to register the van in my name. I went down to the mall at night and changed a dozen different license plates on vehicles in the mall parking lot. By playing musical chairs with the plates, nobody would realize they had a different plate.
It just left nothing but confusion behind and I kept one of the plates for my van. Then, I went down to Home Depot and purchased a plastic tarp big enough to cover the small room in the back of the crematory. I gave the tarp to Jack and told him to hold on to it until the day we needed it. Now I was set. I had a way to snatch up women into the van and throw her in the cage, drive to the crematory and drag them through the back door of the crematory. The oven room would be covered in plastic and Jack and I could do whatever we wanted to with these women. When we were done with our fun, we’d toss them and the tarp in the oven. Then we could go look for some more sluts to turn to ash. These broads thought they would turn to dust all these great men and their lives and careers. Well, Jack and I had other plans.
It was Sunday, September 16th, 2018 and the news broke that the accuser of President Trump’s Supreme Court nominee came forward in The Washington Post to say she was almost killed and raped by Judge Brett M. Kavanaugh. This woman was going to wreak this man’s life and career over something she says he did thirty-six years ago in high school.  This was the most outrageous Me-Too yet. It was the perfect day to get this revenge started. A glorious day in which men would start to fight back against the Me-Too movement.
I knew the woman suing me and about to ruin my life went to Mass at 5 pm at Catholic Church in the area. I used to find it ironic that she would suck my dick, me, a married man, at the office all the time, yet went to Mass. I drove through the parking lot before service to see if there were any cameras around and whether this would be a good day to snatch her up.
To my delight the way the parking lot was shaped I could pull this off without anyone seeing. There were no cameras. I needed to do this on the weekend, so we had the crematory to ourselves. I waited in the van and watched the people show up for religious service and I saw her car come in late. Everything was already started inside the church, so the parking lot was clear. Even better for me, she parked two parking spots down from my van.
I got out of the van on the passenger side and I waited for her to walk past the backend of the van. As soon as she was right at the van’s backend, I jumped out and put her in a headlock. I opened the van door and put her in the cage and locked it. She must have been shocked because strangely enough, she didn’t even scream. The woman looked almost frozen. I walked around the van, which had no windows and I got into the driver’s seat and drove away.
As we pulled out of the parking lot, I said to her, “Hello Beth!” She just looked up at me from inside the cage. I could see her in the rear-view mirror as I drove. She yelled out loud, “What the fuck Galvin!” “What the Hell are you doing!” I asked her, “Did you really think I was going to let you sue me and destroy my marriage?”
Now confused she asked, “Where are you taking me?” Let me out of here, she screamed! I asked the whore, “Did you really think I was going to let you harm the company that I spent years building? Beth just went nuts. She wailed, “Let me out of here you son of a bitch!”
I pulled over the van in an empty parking lot. It was Sunday, so many businesses were closed and had empty parking lots across town. I put the van in park and got out of my seat and walked towards the back of the van and towards the cage.
I scolded her and said, “Give me your fucking cell phone Beth!” “Give it to me now!” I could see it in her eyes that she just realized that she had her phone and she started to riffle through her purse to get to it to call 911. I pulled out my gun and put my Colt 45 against the cage and told her to hand me the phone. She handed me the cell phone through the bars of the cage. I wiped my prints off it, took out the sim card and threw the phone in some bushes that ran across the property we were on. I drove away and about a mile down the road I threw the sim card out the window. She was fucked now.
I called Jack and told him I got her and to meet me at the spot and get everything ready as we talked about. As soon as I said I got her, she started screaming bloody murder. Jack could hear her screams and get excited knowing it was all real and that it really was going down. Jack said he’d have everything ready.
Beth kept screaming and asking me what was going on. I told her that I was going to bring her to a place to have sex with me and my friend and when we are done, she was going to sign an NDA (Non-discourse- Agreement) stating that she cannot say a word about me, my company or anything. I explained to Beth that she would not be able to sue me once she signed the document. I told her if she did not sign the paper that I would shoot her in the head. I wanted to give her the impression that there was a way out at the end. I figured she cooperates more if she thought that this was what it was all about.
I explained to the slut, “You bitches across this nation think that you are going to take down every powerful man and boss with this Me-Too thing. I am here to tell you, not all of us are going to lay down for this bullshit. You’re not going to ruin my life you fucking cunt.”
Beth begged, “I’ll sign the papers now, just let me go!” I said “I’ll let you go when you fuck me and my friend! And if you don’t get into it and perform well and show us you like it, you’re done! You can’t fool me, Beth, I know whether you are into it. You give us a good threesome and then sign the papers and I’ll take you back to your car.”
Beth became quiet and you could see in her eyes she was trying to formulate a plan of escape. Little did the slut know, we had other plans. She did not say a word the rest of the way there.
I pulled up to the back door of the crematory and backed the van up to the door. I walked along the side of the windowless van towards the back door. As I opened the door Beth sat there in the cage looking very nervous. She was practically shaking in the cage. I thought she was handling it fine but looking at her face I could see she was coming apart. The lock was on a key lock, so I pulled out the key from my pocket and unlocked the cage. Jack was standing there waiting on us. I dragged Beth out of the cage and dragged her into the room. Jack had already got the plastic tarp down that was covering nearly the whole room. The room itself was small, it was maybe five-hundred square feet. There were shelves along the walls that were filled with metal can and jars of chemical stuff. The room was painted gray and there were two chairs in the room. The one wall was nothing but the metal oven. It almost looked like something you would cook a pizza in, but much larger. There was a pipe that went from the oven to the ceiling and then out of the roof for ventilation. It was like a wood oven stove that released the smoke through the roof.
Beth asked about the tarp, and I told her, in case you do not fuck us well, then I’m going to shoot you in the head and throw you in that oven. I was pointing towards the oven that they cremate people with, and her face went pale white.
I told Jack, “Beth here is going to let us fuck her anyway we want and she going to like it. Jack, she fucks us good or she goes in the oven.” Jack got excited and said, “I hear that! We’ll Me-Too her right up her ass.” I asked, “How about it, Beth? Do you like it in the ass?” Beth said loudly, “No!”
Galvin asked, “What did you say?” Beth cried out, “Yes, yes, I like it in my ass!” Galvin ordered Beth to take off her clothes. Beth looked at both of us and in an instant gave up her will. She knew this was the only way out of it and she resigned herself to the task ahead. I reminded her once again, that she’d better be liking it.
Beth took off her clothes and stood there in the middle of the room naked with her big tits. She was a good looking BBW and my friend had not been laid in years. Jack and I both took off our clothes and placed it in the corner of the room. I was so excited that I was already fully erect, and Jack was in the same condition. This was the wildest thing I had ever done, and it felt great. Beth put on a smile and went into character.
Beth said in a shaking voice, “Ok boys, you went through a lot of trouble to get this pussy.” Beth got on her knees and I placed my cock into her mouth. It was a very familiar feeling because we had done it hundreds of times. She started to jerk off Jack and went back and forth sucking our dicks. It wasn’t too long before she was on her hands and knees getting fucked from behind with a cock in her mouth. I could see Jack was really getting into it.
We took turns fucking her pussy, her mouth and up her ass. There was a moment halfway into it where I could tell Beth really was into it. I’ve known her long enough to know when she is in the mood and somehow all this danger turned her on and her pussy was dripping wet.
After we covered her with cum from head to toe and while her back was turned away from me, I picked up the Colt and smashed her in the back of the head. Blood went everywhere! It was wild how the blood meshed with her red hair. Jack got a little startled because he did not know I was going to do that at that moment. As she laid unconscious on the plastic tarp, I asked Jack to help me roll her up into it.
Jack asked whether we should shoot her first or throw her in the oven alive. I told him that she was not worth the price of a bullet. Jack opened the oven and helped me lift her up and put her in it. He closed the oven door and hit a switch and the oven came alive. I couldn’t hear her scream, but I did notice the strange smell that comes from cremating a person. It is a weird smell that I really have no words to describe.
Jack and I stood around the room and you could not tell anything ever happened here. It was a perfect situation. She was gone and turned to ash and there was nothing left to show she was there.
I asked smiling, “So, did you like it?” “Was that fun for you?” Jack replied, “Yes, I loved it, but she seemed to like it too much. I want to see what it is like when they don’t like it.” I told Jack, “If you and I play our cards right and keep our mouths shut, we can try every scenario we can think of.” Jack, looking like he was a new man said, “I can’t wait to do this again.”
I said my goodbyes. Jack stayed behind to do some shit to the oven, so his dad does not see any extra ash and I went home to my wife. I was so excited over what happened, that I could not help but to fuck my wife all night long. It was the best sex we’d had in years.

Chapter Ten
The week after my first murder the airways were being slammed with this whole thing around Trump’s Supreme Court Nominee. Many people did not believe Dr. Christine Blasey Ford or her claim of sexual assault and believe that Judge Brett Kavanaugh is not the person who tried to rape her. You wouldn’t know these voices existed, because people who hold an alternative opinion that differs from this narrative, were shut out. There even more than shut out, if you raise questions, you are attacked and crushed under the Me-Too foot, where nuance and process do not exist.
I associate myself with actor Sean Penn’s comments on the subject. According to Penn, “I think it’s influenced by the things that are developing in terms of the empowerment of women who’ve been acknowledging each other and being acknowledged by men. This is a movement that was largely shouldered by a kind of receptacle of the salacious,” Penn said. “The spirit of much of what has been the Me-Too movement is to divide men and women.”
Sean goes on to say, “I’m very suspicious of a movement that gets glommed onto, in great stridency and rage, and without nuance. And even when people try to discuss it in a nuanced way, the nuance itself is attacked … It’s too black and white. In most things that are very important, it’s really good to just slow down.”
Everything that surrounded Dr. Ford looked suspicious. She had no idea where this crime was committed or even when. She was drinking alcohol and now wanted us to sick the FBI on a crime that was thirty-six years old in which the time and whereabouts of this crime were unknown. Maybe the good doctor was still on the sauce because that is an outrageous request. The FBI had no jurisdiction over such a thing.
The red flags to me at the time was the fact that Senator Feinstein had this info for months and sprung it once the confirmation process was over and going for a vote. That is a huge flag and I did not believe the senator’s explanation on why. The whole thing seemed too political. The Washington Times reported that Dr. Ford’s lawyer was a political animal that has connections to George Soros. The Democrats just wanted to delay the vote until after the election. Senator Graham said that at the time, and I agreed with him. Here is how you know it was all political, the arm of the Democratic Party, the mainstream media, were doing their level best to try to force a delay. It is so important to them, that they were willing to force a new norm on all of us, where grown adults could have their lives destroyed later in life, because of something they did or did not do as a minor. My efforts with Jack was to fight back against the tyranny of the vagina.
Word broke the next Sunday when Deborah Ramirez, a Yale classmate of Kavanaugh’s, claimed she got drunk with Brett and he put his dick in her face and other crap. You’d think the broad would be grateful, but now she wanted to destroy the man. Watching the Me-Too movement try to take down this judge really pissed me off. I felt it was time to look for another whore to burn up. Women had to pay for all of this.
The last Thursday in September 2018 the judge and the doctor got their hearing. It was like the whole country shut down for the day to watch. I took the day off work to watch. It was must-see TV and it did not disappoint. First up was Dr. Christine Blasey Ford and it was just strange. The woman spoke in a baby voice and describe a scenario in which thirty-five or six years ago, she didn’t remember when, Brett, in a drunken state, jumped on top of her in a bed, covered her mouth, and rolled off her laughing. The doctor said she thought he was going to rape her or kill her by accident. She claimed it traumatized her for life and screwed up her grades in college years later. It was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. Somehow the poor doctor could not move past this childish event in high school and was forever scarred. I mean if that is not nuts, I don’t know what is. She was so delicate of a human being, that she felt post-traumatic stress disorder for the rest of her life. The whole testimony was crazy town. She could not remember when this happened, couldn’t remember where it happened or how she got to this house or how she got home. Yet, somehow the left claimed she was credible and set off on a smear campaign to destroy the judge. The character assassination towards the judge was the worst I’ve ever seen. The said he was part of a ring in high school that would drug up girls and gang rape them. It was the most incredible thing to watch them tear down this good man. Nothing and I mean nothing angered me more to continue killing as many bitches as I could in response to this attack on man.
Then the judge had his turn to testify, he came out roaring! The judge thundered and said, “Mr. Chairman, Ranking Member Feinstein, members of the committee, thank you for allowing me to make my statement. I wrote it myself yesterday afternoon and evening. No one has seen a draft, or it, except for one of my former law clerks. This is my statement.
Less than two weeks ago, Dr. Ford publicly accused me of committing wrongdoing at an event more than 36 years ago when we were both in high school. I denied the allegation immediately, categorically and unequivocally. All four people allegedly at the event, including Dr. Ford’s longtime friend, Ms. Keyser, have said they recall no such event. Her longtime friend, Ms. Keyser, said under penalty of felony that she does not know me, and does not believe she ever saw me at a party, ever.
Here is the quote from Ms. Keyser’s attorney’s letter: quote, “Simply put, Ms. Keyser does not know Mr. Kavanaugh, and she has no recollection of ever being at a party or gathering where he was present, with or without Dr. Ford,” end quote. Think about that fact.
The day after the allegation appeared, I told this committee that I wanted a hearing as soon as possible to clear my name. I demanded a hearing for the very next day. Unfortunately, it took the committee 10 days to get to this hearing. In those 10 long days, as was predictable, and as I predicted, my family and my name have been totally and permanently destroyed by vicious and false additional accusations. The 10-day delay has been harmful to me and my family, to the Supreme Court and to the country.
When this allegation first arose, I welcomed any kind of investigation, Senate, FBI or otherwise. The committee now has conducted a thorough investigation, and I’ve cooperated fully. I know that any kind of investigation — Senate, FBI, Montgomery County Police — whatever, will clear me. Listen to the people I know. Listen to the people who’ve known me my whole life. Listen to the people I’ve grown up with, and worked with, and played with, and coached with, and dated, and taught, and gone to games with, and had beers with. And listen to the witnesses who allegedly were at this event 36 years ago. Listen to Ms. Keyser. She does not know me. I was not at the party described by Dr. Ford.
This confirmation process has become a national disgrace. The Constitution gives the Senate an important role in the confirmation process, but you have replaced advice and consent with search and destroy.
Since my nomination in July, there’s been a frenzy on the left to come up with something, anything to block my confirmation. Shortly after I was nominated, the Democratic Senate leader said he would, quote, “oppose me with everything he’s got.” A Democratic senator on this committee publicly — publicly referred to me as evil — evil. Think about that word. It’s said that those who supported me were, quote, “complicit in evil.” Another Democratic senator on this committee said, quote, “Judge Kavanaugh is your worst nightmare.” A former head of the Democratic National Committee said, quote, “Judge Kavanaugh will threaten the lives of millions of Americans for decades to come.”
I understand the passions of the moment, but I would say to those senators, your words have meaning. Millions of Americans listen carefully to you. Given comments like those, is it any surprise that people have been willing to do anything to make any physical threat against my family, to send any violent e-mail to my wife, to make any kind of allegation against me and against my friends. To blow me up and take me down.
You sowed the wind for decades to come. I fear that the whole country will reap the whirlwind.
The behavior of several of the Democratic members of this committee at my hearing a few weeks ago was an embarrassment. But at least it was just a good old-fashioned attempt at Borking.
Those efforts didn’t work. When I did at least OK enough at the hearings that it looked like I might get confirmed, a new tactic was needed.
Some of you were lying in wait and had it ready. This first allegation was held in secret for weeks by a Democratic member of this committee, and by staff. It would be needed only if you couldn’t take me out on the merits.
When it was needed, this allegation was unleashed and publicly deployed over Dr. Ford’s wishes. And then — and then as no doubt was expected — if not planned — came a long series of false last-minute smears designed to scare me and drive me out of the process before any hearing occurred.
Crazy stuff. Gangs, illegitimate children, fights on boats in Rhode Island. All nonsense reported breathlessly and often uncritically by the media.
This has destroyed my family and my good name. A good name built up through decades of very hard work and public service at the highest levels of the American government.
This whole two-week effort has been a calculated and orchestrated political hit, fueled with apparent pent-up anger about President Trump and the 2016 election. Fear that has been unfairly stoked about my judicial record. Revenge on behalf of the Clintons. and millions of dollars in money from outside left-wing opposition groups.
This is a circus. The consequences will extend long past my nomination. The consequences will be with us for decades. This grotesque and coordinated character assassination will dissuade competent and good people of all political persuasions, from serving our country.
And as we all know, in the United States political system of the early 2000s, what goes around comes around. I am an optimistic guy. I always try to be on the sunrise side of the mountain, to be optimistic about the day that is coming.
But today, I have to say that I fear for the future. Last time I was here, I told this committee that a federal judge must be independent, not swayed by public or political pressure.
I said I was such a judge, and I am. I will not be intimidated into withdrawing from this process. You’ve tried hard. You’ve given it everything. No one can question your effort, but your coordinated and well-funded effort to destroy my good name and to destroy my family will not drive me out. The vile threats of violence against my family will not drive me out.
You may defeat me in the final vote, but you’ll never get me to quit. Jamais.
I’m here today, to tell the truth. I’ve never sexually assaulted anyone. Not in high school, not in college, not ever.”
I stood up in the middle of my living room and screamed I’ll get them all judge! By the end of October 2018, the Me-Too movement was attacking Sleeping Beauty and other fairytales! They said kissing Sleeping Beauty while she is sleeping is an assault! Can you believe that shit? They said the kiss was without Sleeping Beauty consent! They went after other fairytales too.
The entire movement was completely out of control. I got so enraged! I was filled with rage over this movement. I became rage itself. It was time for more blood to flow.

Chapter Eleven
The November 2018 midterm elections were coming around and I came up with an idea how to find our next cunt to turn to ash. I had Jack meet me at a popular pizzeria on the beach to discuss my idea. We sat down for a slice of New York Style Pizza that was to die for. Jack, I came up with an idea on how we can find our next slut to torture.
I explained to Jack, “Well, the first bitch was easy to find, she worked for me, I knew her, and she was trying to destroy my life. I sat for days thinking about how we could find more women without it bringing any attention back towards us. I figured, if we chose women randomly, there would be no tracking it back to us. The cops came to my office to question me about a woman who worked for me that went missing, but in no way were I or my company even being looked at over her disappearance.”
Jack’s response was, “So, what did you come up with? I’ve been thinking back on that day and I can’t wait to do this again. I can’t tell you in words how exhilarating it was to be a part of what we did.”
Since the election was coming up this week, I thought we would use it to our advantage. I could have some magnetic signs made for the van that says, “Ride to the Ballot Box” and we could drive that van through a poor black neighborhood and offer a ride to the polls. Instead of bringing her to the voting booth, we bring her back to the crematory and do our thing.
Jack said, “That is brilliant! That could work!” I told Jack, “Now, we can’t throw her in the cage, we must make her think she is going to vote. We need to put a seat in the van for her to sit on, we drive her to your place and tell her that your place is also one of the polling places. We get her inside and we’re off to the races.” Jack replied, “We got a week to pull this off. I’ll get another tarp and you take care of the van.”
We sat and ate the best pizza pie in the Space Coast and finished up with cannoli. Then we got in our cars and drove away with our new-found mission. I was so excited that we were going to do this again. I could not get the fun out of my mind. I felt like I was developing an addiction to murder, or at least, an addiction to getting away with murder.
Election day came around and I drove the van through brown town looking to pick up our next cunt to deliver to the ashbin of history for the Me-Too movement. I pulled up to a stop sign when two black women knocked on my driver’s side window and asked me if I was taking folks to the polls. I smiled and told them of course and I let them in the van.
Earlier in the week, I pulled the dog cage out of the van and put in some normal seats for the bitches to sit on. I was quite sure nobody would voluntarily get in the van if there were but two seats up front and a cage in the back. The black whores got in and we were on our way. One was not bad looking, she was in her thirties or maybe early forties, but the other was this old bitty, who was no doubt, not far removed from the segregation hay days.
On the way to the crematory, the gigs were going off about how the Democrats were going to flip Congress and how bad the Republicans were. I agreed with them as I drove as to make them feel comfortable, knowing inside I wanted to strangle them right there in the van, for their political views.
As we pulled up to their doom, the other chick said that she knew this place and that one of her family members was cremated here. I told them that the owner was very politically active and volunteered the building to the county as a polling place. Their excitement was in the air and they could not wait to advance their political wet dreams upon the electorate and cast their misplaced vote. Why this group of people got the right to vote is beyond me. I know slavery was a real strain on the nation in modern times, but the real stain is that these bastards breed and now we got tens of millions of them.
As soon as we enter the death room, Jack just jumped on them. He was beating them with a pipe, and they went down like a sack of potatoes. We both duct taped them. We bound up their arms and legs, but we did not tape up their mouths. We wanted to hear what they had to say.
The older woman asked why we were doing this. The other woman was just crying and bleeding out of her mouth. I told the bitches that this was about the Me-Too movement. They laid there all confused. The look on their faces was priceless.
The older black woman said, “I think you have the wrong people sir; we do not know anything about the Me-Too movement.”
I said, “You’re a lying whore! You damn well know all you women are complaining about men and trying to ruin their lives!” The older black woman said, “Mister we do not even know you two. Please, please just let us go.” Jack said, “The only way you two get out of this is if you suck our dicks right now and you suck it like you are liking it!”
The older woman told the younger chick to just do what they say. Jack and I pull off our pants and kneeled before the women who were laying on the ground all taped up. We stuck our dicks in their mouths and they started to suck away. Our cocks grew in their mouths as their big black lips sucked away. It was one of the greatest blowjobs I had ever received. That old bitch knew what she was doing and Jack’s whore looked like she was doing a good job too. There was blood all over Jack’s dick because she was bleeding from the mouth. Jack seemed to have loved it.
We both blew huge loads in their mouths and down their throats. It was a glorious day. As we were putting our pants back on the women were asking if they can leave now. Without hesitation, Jack smashed his lady with a pipe and beat her to death. The old woman watched in horror and screamed at the top of her lungs. I helped Jack put his dead whore in the oven and he turned it on. At this point the older woman was in total shock and became quiet. She started praying to her God.
After her friend was turned to ash, we opened the oven and tossed in my old bitch and burned her alive. It was one of the single most exciting days I had ever had. Jack was feeling it too. We cleaned up and I told Jack I’ll see you next time. I got in the van and drove away. I thought about getting pancakes, I was a little hungry. I drove to the I-Hop.

Chapter Twelve
My wife found this story on Facebook. “So, I just got back home from work. My dog is laying on the back patio covered in dirt with a rabbit in his mouth. The Rabbit’s not bloody, just dirty. Now, my neighbor’s kids raise these Blue-Ribbon WINNER Rabbits. I instantly knew it was one of their rabbits. So, I took the rabbit away from my dog, I rushed inside, washed all the dirt off it before my neighbors could come home.
It was stiff but I heard some animals play dead when they are AFRAID, I couldn’t remember which animals because I was NERVOUS. I took it and placed it back in one of the cages, then I ZOOMED back home. NOT 30 minutes later, I hear my neighbors screaming. So, I go out and ask them what’s wrong? They tell me their rabbit died three days ago and they buried it but now it’s back in the cage.”
When my wife read this to me, I could not stop laughing. It was the funniest thing I have heard in years. Whether that story is true or not, I can’t help but picture something like that happening in real life. If it did, I wonder if the neighbor came clean with her role as the zombie rabbit. Or, did she leave that family and those kids thinking their property was some kind of Pet Cemetery out of a Stephen King Novel?
The one rabbit story I know is true goes like this and it is the best Easter story I have heard.
“Jesus, the Resurrection, Easter Bunny, chocolate, candy, colored eggs and more. What do you think of when you think of Easter? I think of the ripped apart dead bodies of rabbits. It reminds me of a story I was told by a friend. On Easter day a friend of a friend explained on the phone, the Easter from Hell. It was a single mother who lived in the deep south. She was a mother of three young kids and Easter had something of a secular tradition at her house.
Each year the woman would fill up these little plastic shopping carts with Easter baskets and chocolate bunnies and eggs. She would place the shopping carts in front of the front door, outside on the porch. When the children would wake up on Easter morning, they would run into her room asking whether the Easter Bunny came or not. The mother would go tell them to look and all the kids would go running for the front door and open it to find their Easter surprise.
Well, one Easter started out in this similar manner. The children came running into her room all excited asking if the Easter Bunny came. The mom told them to go and see. The kids took off like a bat out of hell. She could hear them running down the stairs toward the front door. A smile crossed her lips as she anticipated the shrieks of joy when the kids saw their baskets. She heard the door open and what came next were not shrieks of joy but blood-curdling screams. Complete chaos broke out.
His mother jumped up and grabbed her robe and started running down the stairs. As she got to the door, she realized what had happened. Their two dogs got hold of a wild rabbit right outside the front door and were tearing it apart limb by limb! The children were screaming because they thought that the dogs had killed the Easter Bunny! The moment they opened the door was the moment the rabbit’s head was torn from the body.
Their shocked faces were frozen while they stood there perceiving that the Easter Bunny was being ripped apart. There were blood and guts everywhere. The whole ordeal was out of control. After she got the kids to calm down, she had to explain to them that it wasn’t the actual Easter Bunny but just one of his helpers that got eaten by the dogs.”
For me, I have had rabbits as pets and I also loved flying down to the Princess Casino in Freeport, Bahamas and eating their glazed rabbit at their buffet bar every weekend. Say what you want about the interaction between dogs and rabbits. Our interaction as humans with these furry creatures is just as dichotomous. It did get me thinking about some other ways to kill, a pack of wild dogs seemed doable. I’m wondering how long we would have this crematory anyway. We must think of other ways to kill these bitches. Maybe use bitches, a pack of them. Let the dogs eat them alive.

Chapter Thirteen
I couldn’t tell Jack, but I thought it would be better if I killed his father, so we could have the crematory to ourselves and not have to wait for just the weekend.  The kind of blood we needed to shed could no longer be a part-time thing. It was time to put some real effort into our bloodshed. We needed to be able to kill at will and any day of the week.
I knew that Jack’s old man took this early morning walks along the beach. I followed the old man for a few mornings and saw that he used Arthur Avenue Beach in Cape Canaveral to do his walks. This was perfect because that beach was secluded and there were no cameras anywhere.
So, one morning I followed him to that road and when he got out of his car and started to walk towards the beach, I ran him over with the van. I even backed back over him to make sure he was dead, and I drove away.
A couple of days went by and I called Jack to talk about what we would do the following weekend and he told me the news. He said, “Galvin, I can’t do it this weekend. My father was killed in a hit and run, and we have his funeral.” I told Jack that this was horrible and gave him my condolences. Before we hung up the phone I said, “Jack I hate to ask, but what does this mean in regard to the crematory?” He paused for a few seconds as if it was the first time, he thought about it and said, “It’s mine now.”
A couple of months went by and Jack finally called. He told me that the estate was settled and that he was in the procession of his father’s entire estate, including the crematory. He wanted to meet and told me he had some ideas.
I meet Jack at Pacific Rim on Merritt Island. The sushi at this place was above average and we took a corner table so we could speak without any ears eavesdropping in. We ordered the King Kong Platter and a couple of imported beers and I sat there and listen to Jack and what his plans were about our hobby.
Over the course of dinner, Jack told me that he can’t live without the killing. He said that it was a part of him now and that he would never stop. He told me that there were no restrictions on us anymore, except for regular business hours. He said we had any night of the week we wanted to burn up some whores. He too kept up with the latest carnage over the Me-Too movement, and he was anxious to get back to burning up these sluts. There over some high-end Sushi and some quality beer, we cemented our friendship for life. We simply were not going to stop until the women of this country stopped their bullshit of ruining men’s life and everything went back to normal again. We were Making America Great Again, and we were taking back our country one killing at a time. We were fighting against the “Cancel Culture” that was spawned by the Me-Too movement. We were going to be the ones doing the canceling. It all felt so great, we were powerful, Jack and I were Gods. Wise men servicing the whims of women would not stand!

Chapter Fourteen
It was so loud, and it was crashing all around us. You could see the dents it was causing all over the place. It shattered and hurt more than one person. It cut everything in its way. The movement was fierce and fast, only to come to an abrupt halt. It was me after all. It was me waking up from a coma on September 18th, 2019.
As my eye started to focus on the hospital room around me. Everything was very bright, and I started to see figures come into focus.  It was my wife and my mother standing over me to the left and my daughter to the right. My wife said I was involved in a car accident and I was the only one to survive. Everyone in the car perished but me. All my friends were gone. My mother told me the doctor said I even flat-lined and died for a few minutes, but they brought me back. My daughter said I had been in a coma for two weeks.
Everyone was crying for joy and saying what a miracle I was. My wife asked me whether I saw anything when I died. She asked, “Did you see God?” or “Did you see a light?” As I looked at her beautiful face, I realized there was no way I could tell her that I dreamt I was a serial killer.
They all looked so happy that I was alive, I just couldn’t ruin the vibe in the room. How on Earth can I explain that some imagery guy name Jack help me burn up women in an oven? Nope, there was no getting into any of that. In the end, the Me-Too movement followed me all the way into the realm of death. It followed me into the deepest part of my psyche. I think it is time for me to treat women better. Maybe that is the message?

La fin
C. Rich

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