Clackamas Town Shooting. Jacob Roberts:Failure!

                               Clackamas Town Mall shooting.
                                       By Mark William Darus.

　

Portland Oregon USA: 12112012, a lone male wearing body armor and carrying an automatic weapon casually strolled into Clackamas Town Mall. Parking lot cameras saw his travels.

Once in, he began to open fire.

As bursts rang out, ricochet’s smacking off steel beams, concrete pillars and smashing thru a Hickory Farms kiosk, people ran for their lives in frantic fashion.

A witness told CNN he tried to help a wounded woman who was lying on the ground by a cell phone store.

"She had apparently been shot in the chest, and I couldn't get her turned over to help her," said Antonio Charro, who had been shopping at the mall with his daughters. "There was no one around. She wasn't breathing."

(courtesy of CNN)



I cannot imagine the screams of small children as their parents yanked their arms to keep them safe.

Take a second and try to place yourself their.

“John, we must get the to see Santa today. We’re so busy between now and Christmas…” a hurried looking Sara tells her husband.

“I don’t want to see santa, momma. He scares me!” a shy girl of six tells her mother wearing a dress she was placed in.

“C’mon dad, Santa does not exist, “ a male of 8 tells his dad. “I’m gonna flip off the photographer, dad!”

“Your mom is in the hospital. She wants to see you with santa!”

“yeah, right.”

“I’m too old for Santa-pics, mom! Can’t we go the FYE first?”

“This line is too damn long, Casey! I’m going to the car. You stay with them…” a tired looking man with graying hair says to his wife.

POP POP POP POP!!!!! Bullets ring out against the murmur of crowds, the gentle splashing of fountains and music filtered thru the mall.

You either honestly grab the hand of a loved one or you split on your own as you rush toward safety. Either way is okay as you only have to wake up with yourself.

Some create human shields, covering their young in a blanket of fragile flesh while others recklessly dive for cover hitting benches, decorative waste baskets and shrubberies.

In the tiniest amount of time, you make a single physical statement with your actions. This statement will keep you company the entire remainder of your time on Earth. Perhaps how you act goes back to your upbringing, school years or overall life skills, but you respond. And how you respond is seen by others. You see either their glances of wonder or looks of disgust based simply on what you do as your life flashes before your eyes.

Conflicted hourly workers: You alone know how you felt as bullet hits bone.

Did you run for shelter, attempt to assist patrons, scream aloud, cry furiously? It doesn’t matter and you should not feel ashamed for your actions. You surely know that you are little more than a tiny cog in a huge wheel. Most of you are smart enough today to know American companies don’t give a molecule of shit for their employees. You also know the biggest bullshit artists of these companies are the ones that offer counseling services after witnessing such things.

>>> Personal Note:Take it from me, go to any area of personal psychological events and they will find a way to fire you. The state will back them on this. I’ve learned a lot from this.<<<

　

To the workers of Clackamas Town Mall, regardless of your actions for the benefit of self or others in direct proximity, I SALUTE YOU! At minimum wage jobs, you should NEVER feel you did anything wrong regardless of how your bosses might say. They have pressure from their bosses, that would so freely state you somehow did an injustice to the loyal patrons of the store.

Like those execs would give your kids little more than an up-yours card had you’d been shot doing something heroic.



Clackamas employees, YOU DID GOOD!!! I

　

Let’s scramble some eggs on this skillet, shall we. The managers of this shops/stores of this mall. We live in such an odd economic world in the USA, don’t we? I’m quite certain 96 % of you have a sense of conscience, of the difference between right and wrong. I have to believe you knowingly consider what is best for you and your family before what it best for your employees. I firmly think you that as managers you react in a way and hold a presence of strength that inspires employees. I am sure you weighed these variables as the bullets flew about.

I implore you: Do not let your bosses ridicule your employees responses to this event and have you fire them. Stand by them as you did when the shots fired out. Don’t throw them under a bus. >I think most of you will though. You aren’t going to chuck a good job to help others. Not these days, not here in this economy.<

“Fuck, Martha!” Santa screams out as a decorative candy cane splits in half before him, shards of white and red plastic burst about. Santa’s elf’s duck behind cotton snowcaps and cardboards packages. A single happily smiling penguin loses its face as a shot hits it just below the nose, exploding it violently.

　

“I’m gonna die!” a shabbily clothes homeless man yells, liking the mall only for its daytime warmth during winter.

“Where’s the fuckin’ security here?!?” a slender blond finely dressed states as she crouches next to an Aunt Annie stand. She is smelling fresh baked dough, buttered, like that of a movie theatre and gun powder. More pissed off than scared, she wonders who she will sue for this derailing of her shopping schedule. ‘Someones going to pay for this,’ she thinks.

“Follow me!” a boss at a Spencers gifts yells to all in her store as she guides them to the back area for safety.

　

People do what they do during extraordinary circumstances. There is no right or wrong at the moment when the worlds of the rational and violent intermesh. Each responds to both their gifts and their flaws as they see fit.

　

The shooter is identified as Jacob Roberts. >>> know this point in history. He is the first shooter of a ‘thrill-killing/spree-killing type in my knowledge to possess no middle name.<<< Like the Colorado theatre shooting, where James E. Holmes shot many, I do not believe any motive will ever be found. Unlike the Colorado event, Jacob blew his brains out after killing three people.

　

As a writer and photographer, I must say to Jacob: You must have felt you were a failure with some profound justification to get even. I cannot imagine how low you must have felt as you decided to do this. I further have merely the smallest of clue as to why you would do this.

You died far beyond that of a fucking idiot and moron. You had body armor, an automatic weapon and some point to make.

You failed. Horribly so in your last endeavor.

Christians: I must ask this of you: If this man, some I’m sure would call him less than such, asked Jesus for forgiveness before his last brain cell was cut off from his personal kill-shot, would he go to heaven?

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I have more respect for a WallStreet pavement diver than this asshole after decimating others lives.

Automatic weapon, free view, potential kill shots at every glance. This sad man walked. Perhaps unequipped and unprepared for real world events as he pulled the trigger. Maybe he changed his mind as bodies hit the floor, heard the shrieks and saw the faces of tiny children.

A witness walking toward the mall saw him. She saw his machine gun and they looked into each others eyes. He didn’t fire on her and she kept walking.

　

How should I finish this entry?

3 Killed at shopping mall!

Do I need Kevlar to shop at Macy’s?

Should Santa pack a 9mm under his beard?

Just another sensational killing in America?

I have to laugh at that last thought. I laugh not because I am stupid or ignorant, just because I love the way media attention at such things grows them beyond the very same things that occur around many citiesUnited States every day of week on a regular basis.

Let’s do some small mathimatics, shall we? Just some numbers to tide you over. As you watch TV in reference to the Untited States, you see the killings, slayings and homicidal mania. You see these events more when they hit White suburban America more than anywhere else.

Columbine high shooting: 15 dead.

Colorado Theatre killings: 14 dead

Bart Township: PA. An Amish school 6 dead

Chardon Ohio school shooting: 3 dead.

Clackamas Town Mall, Portland Oregon: 3 dead. <and the Christian Science Monitor is all over why there are only 3 dead.)

I not only hope those 41 RIP, as I hope their families find some peace in their continual horrors they face every holiday.

I am a prick though and must point this out.

Over 16,000 people get homicidally killed in the United States of America every year. That breaks down to 43 humans a day.

That’s kind of cool if you think about it. 43 dead every day here. I guess it only means something if it’s someone you know, or if it hit’s a mall somewhere high profiled, right?

God knows, around me there is much in the area of homicide. Oddly, I haven’t seen a single bloodied body since the 1980’s when I found a babies corpse in a dumpster when I delivered for a drugstore, but I know many that have in the last 15 years. Just in my area (a space across about 5 blocks squared, there’s been about 18 homicides in the last 5 years,) Looking back, we of this ‘hood’ are reaching an anniversary when 3 people got killed within two dwellings of my house. My girlfriend tried to give CPR over a woman and saw her die. <this woman had just given birth a few weeks before taking a dirt-nap. A year after that, two people were chopped in half by a shotguns.

Bottom line: Many people get dead every day from violent crimes. This is wrong, though I believe most of these dead meet their killers at least half way.

Yet, in a shopping mall…

Jacob Roberts: Failure! You’ll either burn in hell, or be forgiven in heaven. I will talk to you though sometime….

Mark William Darus 12132012

DEATH: HOSTESS BAKERY AND OTHER PLACES.

Caption: Me?! Eat the last of the Pringles....


                        Death of Hostess and other American places.
                                            By Mark William Darus.

Well, the Hostess upper echelon didn’t get monster bonuses for trashing the best bakery in America, but they got bonuses all the same!

Nice.      



Wouldn’t it be nice if their employees, the rank and file, received bonuses for their years/decades of loyal servitude keeping an American mass bakery tradition alive?

What a great Xmas seasons all these folks are going to have this year!

Missing Ho Ho’s, forgetting about Beefsteak Rye, Home Pride and Wonderbread, I began to wonder how would purchase Hostess’ recipes and processes for those wondrous products and remake them exactly the same way.

I believe Hostess will not sell any of those things.

They will simply start the company over again under another, yet to be promoted flag and simply hire cheap labor to produce them. And why shouldn’t they? Plenty of other companies here have tried such cost-cutting measures.

Look at Circuit City <1949-2007> and their last attempt to cut costs and stay afloat: Fire all experienced hourly employees making good wages and hire part timers to replace them. (okay, this is a poor analogy at best. CC didn’t create anything except dismally poor Public Relations with this announcement and it only bolstered their stock for a few days. The company collapsed soon after.

I have to give CC credit though. They at least had the balls/tits to go public with their plan instead of having it hit the media via disgruntled employees and such.

More recently, besides the Hostess massacre, let’s look at Red Lobster and Olive Garden restaurants, owned by Darden Restaurants Inc. After receiving some serious backlash over their stance of chucking some 75% of its full time help for part timers as a result of the new medical benefit requirements, announced on 5 Dec 2012, they were going to rethink and reverse this stance for the time being.

Go figure they’d say this: It is the Xmas shopping season and more people, more families, will Eat-Out this time of year than any other. C’mon, do you really want to spend money at a place that says their gonna cut your sons, daughter <a single mom> hours to zippo? Right before Xmas no less…

I think they’ll do their choppin’ after all the shoppin’ is done this year. They’re just trying to save face at this point and not kill their business for the holidays.

I prefer steak, but those chains bit the dust long ago or simply re-flagged under a banner that never quite did as well historically. Brown Derby, Mountain Jacks, York Steak House and Ponderosa died over time. Brown Derby re-flagged Brown Derby Roadhouse, but never has nailed the restaurant share of the market it once proudly held. A pity, oh well.

Texas Roadhouse is alive and well. Founded by a man that started for Kentucky Fried Chicken, known know as KFC, back in the days when restaurants called Kenny Kings were alive and well. Apparently, besides learning cooking skills, he must have frequented a restaurant called the Ground Round. One of the biggest signatures of the Texas Roadhouse chain a bucket of shelled peanuts at every table.

TRH is okay, but to me fails compared to the old Brown Derby. Something about Brown Derby, perhaps my memories of youth in building things larger than life made it different, less tacky perhaps, than anything modern times has to offer.

Perhaps in modern times it’s a superficial attitude so well described in Mike Judge’s Office Space that holds American eaters so well. Pieces of flair should be adorned by wait-staff. Buttons with witty sayings, words displaying such gems as: We’re not in Kansas anymore, Is it Friday yet >the buttoned face with a tired gaze< or a white and black face that reads, How am I doing?

America: I have to ask this.

Do we really want attitude or flair when going out to eat?

Do we really need to see a cardboard reenactment of old cartoons plastered on a wall to gain our attention?

Don’t we just want simple friendly service and food that is better than we can cook for ourselves by adding seasonings on our very own grills or in our own kitchens?



Times get tougher further still.

Not so long ago, we had family style restaurants to run to for Comfort Food.

　

I know that in my segment of this globe, there use to be hundreds of places where a person could get a home-cooked style food breakfast, lunch or dinner. I sincerely am not exaggerating on this, there were hundreds around a ten mile radius of my home. In the last 5 years or so, most of their creators dreams died after many a year of success after them cutting back to simply doing breakfast and lunch before their glass paned doors forever closed for good.

I have to ask: Why is that? Most of these places could make a meal cheaper and, in most cases, better, than could be performed by us.

I guess the real answer is the ‘trickle down’ effect. When a large local company down-sizes or shuts down, it has a cascading effect that, like a single drop of water on a still pond, spreads waves of disturbance across a once calm surface of the lake it lays upon.

If coming to Cleveland Ohio, USA, as far as 24 hour food-troughs, we have left to date: >>> and I hear arm-fart trumpets blasting with this proclamation<<<: 4 of standing!

These magnificent places should stand proud above and most tall! Denny’s (staying as big as when I remember them in the late seventies/early eighties when I my eldest sister took me there. She is eight years older than me and would meet me behind dads garage at 1120 pm for dinner. We‘d go and she‘d treat me to a British Burger and and choc shake) , Steak and Shake (the realitive newcommer here, about 5-6 years) My Friends (11616 Detroit rd, formerly known as Vienna Deli lasting from the 1980‘s and holding strong) and Steve’s Hot Dogs, 5004 Lorain Rd or at the Biddulph Ridge shopping plaza. Steve’s has been around since the 70’s, perhaps earlier. Good food at fair price. This place can fill you happily on the smaller end of cash with good service and make you feel glad you did. Not many places, at least with me, I could hold so high a place.

There was a place called Luna’s on the Parma/Parma Hts border just east of the Pearl rd and York rd borders. Lunas was a marvelous place that for at least a decade smashed the 24 barricade and graciously fed people of diverse ethnic backgrounds. A mere slender passing time period ago, at any hour, you could happily stroll into this land of killer/over the top rich decadent deserts seldom found anywhere during any hour of the day, much less at 4:30AM in the morning and have Matzoh ball soup served fresh.

Kosher?

Luna’s always did. I’m sure they still do.

　

　

I miss them in the a 24 hour area….

Seriously, on the west side of Cleveland Ohio, where the righteous hell can a gentile get a good bowl of soup since Luna’s killed 24/7 operations? No where. Luna’s is Greek in origin, but holds a belief in community and likings of its area. Best Matzoh ball soup on the West side of Cleveland< albeit somewhat south of Cleveland-proper down a ways a bit from off Rt42 and Archwood avenue.>>

　

There was an Italian restaurant in Solon Ohio. Nice place, generous in garlic buttered bread building a second tier smoking area for its patrons. FAIL! This plot of land now up for sale.

　

Location. Location, location location… But this place had both, adjacent to an Oriental restaurant of high acclaim and a Mr. Chicken on the other end. Such a mixture of scents filled the nostrils of on the corner of Rt 91 and 43 in Ohio.

Stuck for long enough by calculated red-lights, your olfactory senses would be blended by creations of Arby’s, Boston Market, Mr Chicken, and Imperial Wok. Downshift, your nose might be caught by one of the few McDonalds remaining that has no drive-thru and the garlic tainted exhaust of Pizza hut.

　

All Fast food places are hiring here. Most of the serious places to eat as well.

No lack of places to eat in Northeastern Ohio.

But where do you wish to spread your hard earned cash?

　

I’d like to say most think before they spend, but I am an idiot. Humans can and will find rationalizations for every aspect of their being.

Even Jews do this around xmas. Why shouldn’t they be any different than Gentiles on this?

To make some happy at cheap cost…..

　

Let peace ring out.

I know damned well it won’t.

Nest entry will be my version of the first Noel.




Mark William Darus.

12102012

　



　

　

　





　



　













　





Death of Hostess bakery and other American things.

By Mark William Darus.

Well, the Hostess upper echelon didn’t get monster bonuses for trashing the best bakery in America, but they got bonuses all the same!

Nice.

Wouldn’t it be nice if their employees, the rank and file, received bonuses for their years/decades of loyal servitude keeping an American mass bakery tradition alive?

What a great Xmas seasons all these folks are going to have this year!

Missing Ho Ho’s, forgetting about Beefsteak Rye, Home Pride and Wonderbread, I began to wonder how would purchase Hostess’ recipes and processes for those wondrous products and remake them exactly the same way.

I believe Hostess will not sell any of those things.

They will simply start the company over again under another, yet to be promoted flag and simply hire cheap labor to produce them. And why shouldn’t they? Plenty of other companies here have tried such cost-cutting measures.

Look at Circuit City <1949-2007> and their last attempt to cut costs and stay afloat: Fire all experienced hourly employees making good wages and hire part timers to replace them. (okay, this is a poor analogy at best. CC didn’t create anything except dismally poor Public Relations with this announcement and it only bolstered their stock for a few days. The company collapsed soon after.

I have to give CC credit though. They at least had the balls/tits to go public with their plan instead of having it hit the media via disgruntled employees and such.

More recently, besides the Hostess massacre, let’s look at Red Lobster and Olive Garden restaurants, owned by Darden Restaurants Inc. After receiving some serious backlash over their stance of chucking some 75% of its full time help for part timers as a result of the new medical benefit requirements, announced on 5 Dec 2012, they were going to rethink and reverse this stance for the time being.

Go figure they’d say this: It is the Xmas shopping season and more people, more families, will Eat-Out this time of year than any other. C’mon, do you really want to spend money at a place that says their gonna cut your sons, daughter <a single mom> hours to zippo? Right before Xmas no less…

I think they’ll do their choppin’ after all the shoppin’ is done this year. They’re just trying to save face at this point and not kill their business for the holidays.

I prefer steak, but those chains bit the dust long ago or simply re-flagged under a banner that never quite did as well historically. Brown Derby, Mountain Jacks, York Steak House and Ponderosa died over time. Brown Derby re-flagged Brown Derby Roadhouse, but never has nailed the restaurant share of the market it once proudly held. A pity, oh well.

Texas Roadhouse is alive and well. Founded by a man that started for Kentucky Fried Chicken, known know as KFC, back in the days when restaurants called Kenny Kings were alive and well. Apparently, besides learning cooking skills, he must have frequented a restaurant called the Ground Round. One of the biggest signatures of the Texas Roadhouse chain a bucket of shelled peanuts at every table.

TRH is okay, but to me fails compared to the old Brown Derby. Something about Brown Derby, perhaps my memories of youth in building things larger than life made it different, less tacky perhaps, than anything modern times has to offer.

Perhaps in modern times it’s a superficial attitude so well described in Mike Judge’s Office Space that holds American eaters so well. Pieces of flair should be adorned by wait-staff. Buttons with witty sayings, words displaying such gems as: We’re not in Kansas anymore, Is it Friday yet >the buttoned face with a tired gaze< or a white and black face that reads, How am I doing?

America: I have to ask this.

Do we really want attitude or flair when going out to eat?

Do we really need to see a cardboard reenactment of old cartoons plastered on a wall to gain our attention?

Don’t we just want simple friendly service and food that is better than we can cook for ourselves by adding seasonings on our very own grills or in our own kitchens?



Times get tougher further still.

Not so long ago, we had family style restaurants to run to for Comfort Food.

　

I know that in my segment of this globe, there use to be hundreds of places where a person could get a home-cooked style food breakfast, lunch or dinner. I sincerely am not exaggerating on this, there were hundreds around a ten mile radius of my home. In the last 5 years or so, most of their creators dreams died after many a year of success after them cutting back to simply doing breakfast and lunch before their glass paned doors forever closed for good.

I have to ask: Why is that? Most of these places could make a meal cheaper and, in most cases, better, than could be performed by us.

I guess the real answer is the ‘trickle down’ effect. When a large local company down-sizes or shuts down, it has a cascading effect that, like a single drop of water on a still pond, spreads waves of disturbance across a once calm surface of the lake it lays upon.

If coming to Cleveland Ohio, USA, as far as 24 hour food-troughs, we have left to date: >>> and I hear arm-fart trumpets blasting with this proclamation<<<: 4 of standing!

These magnificent places should stand proud above and most tall! Denny’s (staying as big as when I remember them in the late seventies/early eighties when I my eldest sister took me there. She is eight years older than me and would meet me behind dads garage at 1120 pm for dinner. We‘d go and she‘d treat me to a British Burger and and choc shake) , Steak and Shake (the realitive newcommer here, about 5-6 years) My Friends (11616 Detroit rd, formerly known as Vienna Deli lasting from the 1980‘s and holding strong) and Steve’s Hot Dogs, 5004 Lorain Rd or at the Biddulph Ridge shopping plaza. Steve’s has been around since the 70’s, perhaps earlier. Good food at fair price. This place can fill you happily on the smaller end of cash with good service and make you feel glad you did. Not many places, at least with me, I could hold so high a place.

There was a place called Luna’s on the Parma/Parma Hts border just east of the Pearl rd and York rd borders. Lunas was a marvelous place that for at least a decade smashed the 24 barracade and graciously fed people of diverse ethnic backgrounds. A mere slender passing time period ago, at any hour, you could happily stroll into this land of killer/over the top rich decadent deserts seldom found anywhere during any hour of the day, much less at 4:30AM in the morning and have Matzah ball soup served fresh.

Kosher?

Luna’s always did. I’m sure they still do.

　

　

I miss them in the a 24 hour area….

Seriously, on the west side of Cleveland Ohio, where the righteous hell can a gentile get a good bowl of soup since Luna’s killed 24/7 operations? No where. Luna’s is Greek in origin, but holds a belief in community and likings of its area. Best Matzah ball soup on the West side of Cleveland< albeit somewhat south of Cleveland-proper down a ways a bit from off Rt42 and Archwood avenue.>>

　

There was an Italian restaurant in Solon Ohio. Nice place, generous in garlic buttered bread building a second tier smoking area for its patrons. FAIL! This plot of land now up for sale.

　

Location. Location, location location… But this place had both, adjacent to an Oriental restaurant of high acclaim and a Mr. Chicken on the other end. Such a mixture of scents filled the nostrils of on the corner of Rt 91 and 43 in Ohio.

Stuck for long enough by calculated red-lights, your olfactory senses would be blended by creations of Arby’s, Boston Market, Mr Chicken, and Imperial Wok. Downshift, your nose might be caught by one of the few McDonalds remaining that has no drive-thru and the garlic tainted exhaust of Pizza hut.

　

All Fastfood places are hiring here. Most of the serious places to eat as well.

No lack of places to eat in Northeastern Ohio.

But where do you wish to spread your hard earned cash?

　

I’d like to say most think before they spend, but I am an idiot. Humans can and will find rationalizations for every aspect of their being.

Even Jews do this around xmas. Why shouldn’t they be any different than Gentiles on this?

To make some happy at cheapy cost…..

　

Let peace ring out.

I know damned well it won’t.

Nest entry will be my version of the first Noel.




Mark William Darus.

12102012

　



　

　

　





　



　






Death of Hostess bakery and other American things.

By Mark William Darus.

Well, the Hostess upper echelon didn’t get monster bonuses for trashing the best bakery in America, but they got bonuses all the same!

Nice.

Wouldn’t it be nice if their employees, the rank and file, received bonuses for their years/decades of loyal servitude keeping an American mass bakery tradition alive?

What a great Xmas seasons all these folks are going to have this year!

Missing Ho Ho’s, forgetting about Beefsteak Rye, Home Pride and Wonderbread, I began to wonder how would purchase Hostess’ recipes and processes for those wondrous products and remake them exactly the same way.

I believe Hostess will not sell any of those things.

They will simply start the company over again under another, yet to be promoted flag and simply hire cheap labor to produce them. And why shouldn’t they? Plenty of other companies here have tried such cost-cutting measures.

Look at Circuit City <1949-2007> and their last attempt to cut costs and stay afloat: Fire all experienced hourly employees making good wages and hire part timers to replace them. (okay, this is a poor analogy at best. CC didn’t create anything except dismally poor Public Relations with this announcement and it only bolstered their stock for a few days. The company collapsed soon after.

I have to give CC credit though. They at least had the balls/tits to go public with their plan instead of having it hit the media via disgruntled employees and such.

More recently, besides the Hostess massacre, let’s look at Red Lobster and Olive Garden restaurants, owned by Darden Restaurants Inc. After receiving some serious backlash over their stance of chucking some 75% of its full time help for part timers as a result of the new medical benefit requirements, announced on 5 Dec 2012, they were going to rethink and reverse this stance for the time being.

Go figure they’d say this: It is the Xmas shopping season and more people, more families, will Eat-Out this time of year than any other. C’mon, do you really want to spend money at a place that says their gonna cut your sons, daughter <a single mom> hours to zippo? Right before Xmas no less…

I think they’ll do their choppin’ after all the shoppin’ is done this year. They’re just trying to save face at this point and not kill their business for the holidays.

I prefer steak, but those chains bit the dust long ago or simply re-flagged under a banner that never quite did as well historically. Brown Derby, Mountain Jacks, York Steak House and Ponderosa died over time. Brown Derby re-flagged Brown Derby Roadhouse, but never has nailed the restaurant share of the market it once proudly held. A pity, oh well.

Texas Roadhouse is alive and well. Founded by a man that started for Kentucky Fried Chicken, known know as KFC, back in the days when restaurants called Kenny Kings were alive and well. Apparently, besides learning cooking skills, he must have frequented a restaurant called the Ground Round. One of the biggest signatures of the Texas Roadhouse chain a bucket of shelled peanuts at every table.

TRH is okay, but to me fails compared to the old Brown Derby. Something about Brown Derby, perhaps my memories of youth in building things larger than life made it different, less tacky perhaps, than anything modern times has to offer.

Perhaps in modern times it’s a superficial attitude so well described in Mike Judge’s Office Space that holds American eaters so well. Pieces of flair should be adorned by wait-staff. Buttons with witty sayings, words displaying such gems as: We’re not in Kansas anymore, Is it Friday yet >the buttoned face with a tired gaze< or a white and black face that reads, How am I doing?

America: I have to ask this.

Do we really want attitude or flair when going out to eat?

Do we really need to see a cardboard reenactment of old cartoons plastered on a wall to gain our attention?

Don’t we just want simple friendly service and food that is better than we can cook for ourselves by adding seasonings on our very own grills or in our own kitchens?



Times get tougher further still.

Not so long ago, we had family style restaurants to run to for Comfort Food.

　

I know that in my segment of this globe, there use to be hundreds of places where a person could get a home-cooked style food breakfast, lunch or dinner. I sincerely am not exaggerating on this, there were hundreds around a ten mile radius of my home. In the last 5 years or so, most of their creators dreams died after many a year of success after them cutting back to simply doing breakfast and lunch before their glass paned doors forever closed for good.

I have to ask: Why is that? Most of these places could make a meal cheaper and, in most cases, better, than could be performed by us.

I guess the real answer is the ‘trickle down’ effect. When a large local company down-sizes or shuts down, it has a cascading effect that, like a single drop of water on a still pond, spreads waves of disturbance across a once calm surface of the lake it lays upon.

If coming to Cleveland Ohio, USA, as far as 24 hour food-troughs, we have left to date: >>> and I hear arm-fart trumpets blasting with this proclamation<<<: 4 of standing!

These magnificent places should stand proud above and most tall! Denny’s (staying as big as when I remember them in the late seventies/early eighties when I my eldest sister took me there. She is eight years older than me and would meet me behind dads garage at 1120 pm for dinner. We‘d go and she‘d treat me to a British Burger and and choc shake) , Steak and Shake (the realitive newcommer here, about 5-6 years) My Friends (11616 Detroit rd, formerly known as Vienna Deli lasting from the 1980‘s and holding strong) and Steve’s Hot Dogs, 5004 Lorain Rd or at the Biddulph Ridge shopping plaza. Steve’s has been around since the 70’s, perhaps earlier. Good food at fair price. This place can fill you happily on the smaller end of cash with good service and make you feel glad you did. Not many places, at least with me, I could hold so high a place.

There was a place called Luna’s on the Parma/Parma Hts border just east of the Pearl rd and York rd borders. Lunas was a marvelous place that for at least a decade smashed the 24 barracade and graciously fed people of diverse ethnic backgrounds. A mere slender passing time period ago, at any hour, you could happily stroll into this land of killer/over the top rich decadent deserts seldom found anywhere during any hour of the day, much less at 4:30AM in the morning and have Matzah ball soup served fresh.

Kosher?

Luna’s always did. I’m sure they still do.

　

　

I miss them in the a 24 hour area….

Seriously, on the west side of Cleveland Ohio, where the righteous hell can a gentile get a good bowl of soup since Luna’s killed 24/7 operations? No where. Luna’s is Greek in origin, but holds a belief in community and likings of its area. Best Matzah ball soup on the West side of Cleveland< albeit somewhat south of Cleveland-proper down a ways a bit from off Rt42 and Archwood avenue.>>

　

There was an Italian restaurant in Solon Ohio. Nice place, generous in garlic buttered bread building a second tier smoking area for its patrons. FAIL! This plot of land now up for sale.

　

Location. Location, location location… But this place had both, adjacent to an Oriental restaurant of high acclaim and a Mr. Chicken on the other end. Such a mixture of scents filled the nostrils of on the corner of Rt 91 and 43 in Ohio.

Stuck for long enough by calculated red-lights, your olfactory senses would be blended by creations of Arby’s, Boston Market, Mr Chicken, and Imperial Wok. Downshift, your nose might be caught by one of the few McDonalds remaining that has no drive-thru and the garlic tainted exhaust of Pizza hut.

　

All Fastfood places are hiring here. Most of the serious places to eat as well.

No lack of places to eat in Northeastern Ohio.

But where do you wish to spread your hard earned cash?

　

I’d like to say most think before they spend, but I am an idiot. Humans can and will find rationalizations for every aspect of their being.

Even Jews do this around xmas. Why shouldn’t they be any different than Gentiles on this?

To make some happy at cheap cost…..  AMERICA! Sorry, but I learned how to make candles when I was twelve yrs old. Granted, I also learned, at the same time, to make plastic explosives and had mom own mother blow a picnic table to toothpicks as she thought a late RC car would just sprint from an outdoor table and crash.  Sorry, she did as I said and an entire backyard pine table went schrapnel, and the cops were never called.



 


　

Let peace ring out to all readers of this blog from the many nations that propels it.

 




Next entry, this entry will be a surprise.



 






Mark William Darus.

12102012







　

 

Bears, Baskets and Beer. American companies.

                                                         
                                                
                               Let’s talk about death, you and I.
                 Take a walk with me in regards to American companies.
         As more mothers and fathers sadly explain why Santa isn’t going to visit their house this year.

　

                                         Bears, Baskets and Beer.
                                                         by
                                         Mark William Darus.

　

　

We’ve all seen the automobile industry falter, American passenger Jet Industry fail at least three times since 1980. This culminating with the bank bailout, via the second Bush Admin.

At least FORD had the nuts/tits to say something like: “ We love America! We survived the great depression and every recession since then. We will not belittle you in the hopes you buy our product. We are by your side and are with you in your struggle.” Perhaps The Ford Motor Corporation is the last American Car Manufactruture left in the United States of America.



　

Just take a stroll with me for a bit of time.

In 2008, Anheuser-Busch, the Great American Beer company sold the majority of its market shares to InBev, a Belgian-Brazilian company. I imagine one day, Bud will be an import.

The company began in St. Louis in 1852. Budweiser was introduced in 1876. By 2008, it became a foriegn company.




Boyds Bears. (began around 1984) This wasm technically still is, a large company in America. Their products making ‘teddy bears’ for every occasion as well as high quality reproductions. They originally sold their products to ‘gift-type stores, like Hallmark. They eventually opened two stores: one in Pigeon Forge TN (closed 2007) and the other near its corporate headquarters in Gettysburg PA, which shut down in 2011.
The stores were amazing! One could not fail to feel a sense of awe strolling through them. So popular, these stores wound up as tour-bus stops which brought tens of thousands thru their doors on a regular basis.
Memories are created this way.
>>>Momma, look at the Santa Bear!<<< a girl-child of 8 or 9 states.
>>>Dad, that skel-leeeton is cool!<<<<
A fathers face smiles while looking at a penguin display, his childrens cries of laughter hitting home.
The elderly visitors walking about the stores, sharing tales of their lives and memories of handmade teddy bears.
This too is gone.

Events like these places getting closed happen everyday
And it got shut down. AND I HAVE TO SO SARCASTICALLY ADD THIS AS THEY KILL JOBS AND CONTINUE TO ASK FOR OUR PATRONAGE: COME VISIT US ONLINE……
I think I’ll take a pass on that, thank you.
I personally believe the best line of bullshit from any American Compamy when the terminate local employees is “Come Visit Us on Online.” How is this not a blow-off statement? It’s like they are saying: Let’s kill store employees jobs, shut down locations, cut costs and let more stupid Americans believe they are reaping a savings for this.
Yeah, right…
　
Hostess died this year of 2012. I am pissed by this.

Granted most of American society will pass it off like a minor kidney stone thru a urinary tract.
To me, Ho-ho’s are gone and this hurts. And Little Debbie sucks. With the exception of my ex mother in law, no one does a Ho-Ho the same. This great Hungarian-German woman made me the greatest birthday present ever: A Ho-ho cake that tasted like the small cake in enormous size. She did this better than anyone ever. Her creation far goes beyond any creation of lasagne, prime-rib, or anything else. Yeah, she was that good! She also liked me…
How do we qualify losing a company like Hostess?
I loved their Ho=Ho’s, Cherry pies, bags of Chocolate mini donuts.
How does one say with the fullest of heart, turning head to many decades of memories, a taste of America is now dead?


Let’s talk wicker, American wicker. Baskets of the major high-end.

Let’s also talk local, as in the State of Ohio.

Months back, while taking a jaunt to Aurora Farms (outlet mall) , Aurora, Ohio USA, I came upon the Longaberger Home showroom store. I was kind of excited about this. Their corporate headquarters is located in peaceful Dresden Ohio. <okay, when I think of Dresden, I am reminded of history and the WWII fire bombings of the German town of Dresden.>

Founded in the early 1900’s, Ware baskets were made by the Dresden Basket factory. Back when, wicker baskets did the job paper and plastic bags. Funny, they couldn’t have been for GREEN-Friendly and were completely reusable, which some 100 years later, is what we’re aiming for.

This company quickly developed a reputation for making the finest baskets in the world and back them with a lifetime guarantee. Now we all hear claims of so-called ‘lifetime’ guarantees, but Longaberger always comes through. I know someone who had an apartment fire and the handles on her basket got fried. They honored it and replaced it free of charge some 10 years after she had bought it.

That is a great thing.

I was most happy when I entered this store. I was greeted by two very enthusiastic employees. I find that to be a good sign, and began walking thru the store. It was carefully lit to create a certain feel of comfort that gives an almost ‘old-world’ homey feel on its baskets and other items I didn’t know they had a inkling towards. Apparently they now make handbags that any wife or girlfriend would drool over as well as serving dishes, plates, bowls, cups, pottery and so forth.

“Aww, this is awesome!” I said, looking at the handmade dishes and such. What fantastic workmanship! The designs painted on each piece was like that of signature, completely unique and beautiful in its own right. Not cheap by any means, but art is art, and if you want ‘Made in America’ you’re going to pay more.

Longaberger has always maintained a ‘Made in America’ angle.

But the Pottery, handbags and dishes they sell are not made in America. I know this because I asked the employees about this. Oh, the basic designs for each piece may have been fathered here, but the items themselves produced, were not.

Apparently, this company got splashed with contradictions to their corporate philosophy and set their sites back home.

Watch this video. This proud Ohio company is going to do what our own government can’t seem to do.

                                                      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRrgmurZWi4&feature=youtu.be

　

In conclusion, as we go into the Christmas Season and the winter months in Northeast Ohio, as my gas was shut off today being unemployed for nearly 4 months now with no unemployment benefits, even I stay the course and hold a positive attitude. If one company can make a stand like Longaberger, why can’t others?

Mark William Darus 12042012.

Authors note: It’s a damn good thing for me I made and stock piled candles. (intro)

Industrial Hunger video.

                                                 Industrial Hunger.

          I've always loved taking shots of industrial things. It is my wish to legally gain access to Mittal Steel and take photos of the inside. Yeah, I know, good luck.
           Considering they are foreign based, I may just be able to make this happen though. Foreign company, hard working Americans against the smoke, darkness with blasts of fire and molten flying debris.

                                     Wish me luck on that.
                                                              

 

Credits:

 

Photography:

Mark William Darus.

 

Music:

Whiter shade of Pale: Procol Harum.

 

12022012

                                                            

Skype, talking to Anna.

                             QUESTIONS FOR THE PREDATORS.
                                My Thanks to SKYPE for this entry.
                                                      by
                                            Mark William Darus.



　

General Information.

Sex: female

Age: 48

Race: White

Body Style: Anorexic, the way most men like it.

Highest level of education at the time of incident: last stage, junior high.

Location: Midwest USA

Name: Anna

<Advise caller their name is not needed as this is a blind survey. Their surveys will be assigned a random name for categorization purposes only>


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1. HAVE YOU ALWAYS BEEN THE SICK FUCKER OTHERS VIEW YOU AS BEING?

Anna: hmmmm, yeah, I guess.

2. WHEN DID YOU REALIZE YOU WERE DIFFERENT FROM OTHER PEOPLE?

Anna: about 16 or so.

3. DID THIS BOTHER YOU IN ANYWAY, AND IF SO, HOW?

Anna: Bother me? Yeah, it so hurt me. (sarcasm flying from every syllable)

4. AS YOU PROGRESSED IN LIFE, HOW DID YOU LEARN TO MANIPULATE OTHERS?

Anna: C’mon, Mark! You know as well as I did then that most people wish to be manipulated. They walk, if not, run to someone that will and totally blindside them. (Anna begins to laugh as she continues). Lesser people truly love something to complain about. Who doesn’t love to talk about how some spouse fucked them, some insurance company out of claim, JC Penney denying them a refund, whatever. I give these willing fools a good ear for them to talk into and, perhaps, a look at my tits to lock the deal. Seriously, if you give the average dickhead a moment of attention, they see you in a deeper meaning.

5. WHEN DID YOU LEARN TO INTIMIDATE OTHERS?

Anna: Seriously, you ask this?

Me: Yeah, I kind of do, Anna.

Anna: Your tone made me smile on that one, Mark.

Me: Nice to know I brought a smile to your face, Anna.

Anna: The very few times manipulation failed me, I already had enough dirt on my Targets to intimidate them.

Me: Thanks.

Anna: Mark, you can’t tell me you don’t have enough dirt on your old bosses you couldn’t put them in a hurt locker. >Anna is laughing fully< There is something that holds you back, Mark. I’ve read enough of your words to know you can go so much further in life. You are an animal like a few of us willing to admit it. Your stats are true, four percent (and growing with technology.)



　

6. DID YOUR FAMILY KNOW WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH YOU? (if yes, proceed to questions below)

Anna: they didn’t care. They were too wrapped up in divorces to notice me.

　

　

7. WERE YOU SEXUALLY, EMOTIONALLY ABUSED BY YOUR FAMILY WHILE GROWING UP?

Anna: No.

　

　

8. AS YOU SLIPPED INTO WHAT MADE YOU BECOME, DID IT HAPPEN SLOWLY OR FAST?

I’m not sure, really. One day I cared and the next I could care less.

9. AS IT OCCURRED, DID YOU HEAR VOICES, AN AUDIBLE SOUND LIKE THAT OF A CLOCK THAT MADE A SINGLE ‘CLICK’ OR ANYTHING THAT MADE YOU REALIZE YOU WERE CROSSING A TERMINATING POINT IN YOUR LIFE?

Anna: No voices, clicks or the murmurings of a sneaky uncle.

Me: Nice ref to the sneaky uncle.

Anna: Thought you’d like it.



　

11. WHEN DID YOU LOOK AT OTHER HUMANS AS BEING A LESSER FORM, OR AS SOME WOULD SAY “A SPECIES APART” FROM YOU?

Anna: How can you ask this?

　

　

12. DID THIS KNOWLEDGE MAKE YOU MORE POWERFUL THAN OTHERS? AND IF SO, WHY?

Anna: >laughing< when they asked me how I felt. Mark, you know the importance of eye contact in regards to manipulation and intimidation. When their puppy dog eyes looked at my faltering presence, seeing my crossing eyebrows high, these well intentioned assholes stepped forward.

13. DO YOU LOOK AT HUMANS AS TOYS? <<<adding: AND I WON’T MAKE YOU GROVEL OVER THE CAT TOYING WITH THE MOUSE QUESTION>>>

Anna: Not all. Just 96 percent of them are prey. And I am always hungry.

14. ARE YOU PERSONALLY SUCCESFUL WITH MANIPULATING, INTIMIDATING AND USING OTHERS FOR YOUR GAIN?

Anna: I’m still alive. I make all targets put contraceptives over their cocks before closing a deal. Men with aroused cocks are idiots.

15. DID YOU GET MARRIED AND IF SO, WHY?

Anna: Didn’t need to get married. Life is good.

　

　

17. ARE YOU CONTENT WITH YOUR LIFE AT THIS POINT?

Anna: Yeah. I don’t swallow cum. Men in my life don’t shoot dick blasts on my face and tits. These toys are willing to aim at my knees.

18. IF NOT CONTENT, DO YOU THINK YOUR HUNGER WILL EVER SUBSIDE?

Anna: I will never be content. C’mon, MWD, are vampires truly satisfied?

Me: I guess not.

19. DID YOU FIND PSYCHOPATHY: ANOTHER LIFE HELPFUL IN ANYWAY?:

Anna: Well, you have made a platform for many of us to express ourselves, didn’t you? Mark, you have to know that the negative will always hold higher than the positive. Those with positive and weaker beliefs will always fail to comment.

You make a difference. Followed you for months now and it’s grand to hear your voice after self indulged orgasms.

Me: I find that a compliment.

Anna: You should. I don’t cum easily.

Me: Neither do I.

　

Mark William Darus.

An odd conversation while taking photos of the airport tonight.

      

                                                     
                                                Can I talk to you?
                               a conversation with a man from a limo.
                                                         by
                                               Mark William Darus

                                           (the song below seemed fitting.)
                                                     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6j7E7pvLxmI

It’s about 5:00PM, I’m parked at the Bomber Squadron. The air is still, somewhat chilly and rush hour on Brookpark rd is in full-swing.

I take a swig of GetGo coffee, it sucks, and I check my Camera. I reach into the backseat and grab my Slik and open the door.

As I set up my tripod, looking for a good angle, I mate my camera on it. I take a few steps back to my truck, reach in and grab my crappy coffee as several cars nearly get into an accident below me, their screeching brakes catching my attention.

Oh yeah, it’s Friday alright. Everyone’s rushing somewhere and tensions are running high as people quickly lose patience. No shopping mall parking lot is safe tonight.

As I fire off several shots, I notice a black lino behind me, overhead lights reflecting from its high gloss.

A limo at this restaurtant is not an uncommon thing, especially on a Friday night, so I dismiss it and aim my cameras eye another direction.

As always, I get caught by what I see and develop tunnel-vision. Nothing around me takes hold except what I see through the lens as I adjust settings and angles. Focused to task, like that when I write, I am one with another land, another life.

“Can I talk to you?” a voice sounds from behind me. I turn, nearly startled, and see the limo behind me. The rear window is lowered and I see a males face looking out at me.

“Sure, why not? Just don’t ask me for smokes, okay?”

“Uh, I don’t smoke,” says in tone sounding as if about to cry.

A large jet screams behind me as it comes in for a landing, causing me to shift my body to see it touch down.

I hear a car door close soon followed by hard soled footfalls on cold asphalt.

I see well dressed man of about mid thirties approaching me. His shoes, every bit as shiny as the limo’s paint, bouncing light from them with each step.

Off in the distance: “Hey, Asshole! Green light means GO!” Car horns soon follow :MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

I stretch my hand to him, “my name’s Mark William Darus.”

He looks at me, his eyes darting about as he says, “Mark William Darus.” He does not meet my hand.

Okay, I think, not everyone meets another fifty-fifty.

“yep, that’s me.” This guy looks so damn nervous, edgy, out of sorts.

“Uh, you know only serial killers use their full names, don’t you?”

“C’mon, you don’t really believe that, do you?” I ask.

The roar of a jet reaching full throttle annihilates the sound of traffic as it blasts down the runway for take-off.

“Well, Lee Harvey Oswald, John Wayne Gacie, James Earl Jones?”

“I think you mean, James Earl Ray, right?”

He stares blankly at me as he shifts about with uncertainty.

“No sweat, man. What can I do for you?” Another jet lands. Shit, I’m missing all the action…

“My life’s a mess. I’m looking at jail time, alimony, child support…” He begins to ramble on like a freight train lacking working brakes. “She caught me with her sister. How could I be so fuckin’ stupid? She hired some guy to follow me. Damn it, my driver told me I was being followed, but I blew him of. He got pics of me leaving several hotels with her…”

“Whoa, Speed Racer! Slow it down a bit, please. You’re overloading my circuits.” My mind sized this encounter up quick enough. He either saw me as no threat to him and some one to talk to anonymously or something else. I had to think that something else might be his driver mistaking me for the guy that followed him. I thought that possibility was kind of cool though.

“Sorry, man. Shit. It’s just, fuck, not good for me.”

One of the restaurants valet drivers drove wide and bathed this mans face in clear light. I recognized him.

“So what do you want from me,” I questioned as a turbo-prop revved for take-off.

“How do I fix this?” His voice getting further unstable.

“Well, did you try to appoligize to her?”

“DUH!, Of course I did!” He stood fast and reached his right hand into his leather trench coat.

I’m not easily bothered, but this movement caught my full attention.

“Okay. Did you try blaming her sister for seducing you?” I calmly asked him. “Sometimes shifting perception is everything.”

“No, I, I didn’t think of that.”

“Do you think your wifes sister set you up? I mean, you’re obviously a man of means, correct?” Throwing the dog a bone, I said this to him, wanting to smile for some absurd reason.

“What diff would that make?”

“Ever hear of conspiracy? For all you know, your other legal matters could spring from the same well.” I have some clue what makes my mind work, though I cannot say where my thoughts well up from.

“Sir, we have somewhere to be in 10 minutes,” his driver said.

His eyes intensified as he thought about what I said to him.

“Thank you, Mark. I didn’t introduce myself,” he said as he took his right hand from coat pocket and reached out to me.

“All things considered, I’d rather not know your name.”

Gaining full composure, he stands full length, bowing head, “okay, that’s cool.”

He strolled back to his limo and entered it.

Watching them drive off, another jumbo landed behind me.

“Damn, I missed another one!” I yelled to the crisp night air.

Getting back to my happy-place, I began seeing the world once again through the lens.

I say one last thing to the night sky: “What the fuck was that?”

　

Mark William Darus

11302012

                           

Twisted reality 1: another Movie Maker Project.

                                Twisted Reality: Movie Maker version.

                                        

                              These were regular photos taken with a Kodak EasyShare CD153, a General Electric X400 and a FujiFilm FinePix S4200 (superzoom) and altered via PhotoShop Elements 3.0 (1994, purchased at Walmart around 1995. You can still get 3.0 at Some Walmarts for the same price I got it at back when. Seems odd, as Photoshop is at something like 12.0 now...)

                                 I liked these shots as they were, but sometimes altering them creates a different ambiance.

                                 The music used for this was preformed by The Birthday Massacre: title: The Dream off their Nothing and Nowhere cd. I have been a fan of their work for quite a while now. I find them most inspirational. Look them up and give them a spin.

                                 Thank you,
                                  Mark William Darus
                                  11282012

Rhino Baby! ===VROOOOOOM======,-,^"

                                               Rhino Baby!
                                                      by
                                         Mark William Darus.

 

What can you say about such an amazing animal?

Baby Rhino's act more like a cross between kittens and puppies. Probably more like kittens though.

 

As Rhino's grow and mature, they don't romp around and play, unlike dogs that will continue to do so until the day they die.

 

I've had a fondness for Rhino's since I purchased a Purple Brunswick Rhino Pro bowling some 19 years ago. It was one of the first Reactive Resin bowling balls made. I got the first generation of this ball. Sadly, the core went bad within the first two months I had it. If you shook this ball, you could feel and hear the core rattle around inside it.

 

My youngest daughter loved this ball, probably because of the Rhino design on it. She was upset that I needed to exchange it for another one.

 

Needing to take it back to the Pro-Shop, I told my daughter that sound she heard from  inside  the ball was a Rhino Baby that needed to be born. It could not be birthed out in the world of mere mortals.

 

Having replaced it with a second-gen Rhino-Pro, something amazing happened: Every birthday and Christmas for over a decade I recieved wooden hand carved Rhino's, glass Rhino's, hand drawn pictures of Rhinos and other kind gifts.

                                                   It is to my youngest Daughter, Becki, I dedicate this amatuer video.

 

Mark William Darus.

11262012

 

Authors Note: best viewed without enlarging. (damned resolution issues!!!)

                                                                

Being Raped: Part Two.

Being raped: Part two.

Continued from Part One. >>>http://psychopathyanotherlife.blogspot.com/2012/10/raped-story-of-woman-failed-by-system.html<<<

Thrusting into her dryness, she felt a ripping as if sandpaper had enter her, pain. A pain like nothing she’d ever known. The hurt, anguish. The full throttled running of her blown away mind.

“Owww, ya, getting’ smoother, momma. Wetter. I feels ya!” he grunts as he pounds her splayed body.

Thunder vibrating as rain falls from above. Lightening flashes casting blue light around her.

Cutting her, slamming about her unwilling vagina, feeling his liquid in her as his dick moves in and out. Wanting to throw up and being unable to do so. Lost…

Part two:

Splitting her in two, her wrists and ankles bound and tied extreme, helpless.

Her eyes defiant blazing upward against horrid contrasts. She see’s star filled night followed by shadowed man hovering above her. He is grunting.

He is slamming away at her. Every thrust of his pelvis pushes her slender frame another two inches forward, hurting her tied writsts and ankles, cutting them by constriction.

She is lost, and wishing to be further into the lands of the lost. All she did was leave work and want to be home.

She was stupid and helped someone.

“Should I’s kill ‘ya, whore” he asks.

The light and dark of his life bounces above her. She cannot find strong point of anything singular with this male, making him a target.

“Don’t you look from me, Missy,” he says, smacking her with his right hand, causing her to wince.

She snaps her eyes back to his.

>>>CLICK<<<

She heard a sound in her head.

He is slamming his dick into her repeatedly.

Her mind taking in a situation that cannot be won. Well, that is, unless one gets creative.

She felt her left hand slip free.

“oh yeah, whore, gonna be mine.”

Her hand found a something that made her glad.

“Getting’ close, bitch! Take me! TAKE ME!!!”

“You want me to tighten, Man” she gasped, her body heaving with abandoned. She yanked his flanks closer.

“Fuck, Whore, yeah!” he said gasping for air, soon to be another world from him. Slender pelvis crashing into her like a bad Cop’s episode.

              “You gonna cum, man?” she yells.

         “UH, MAY, YUH,”

            “Good enough for me, fucker!” she says as she takes her free hand met with sharp stone and cuts his balls off.

                   Men being stupid while fucking, this man, soon to be less than, cried like a fool. As if he didn’t have it coming. He heaved a last toss of air, and keeled over. Her hand cleaved this mans nuts. Looking as if many losing self as a result of orgasim versus death.

                  "He must've taken far much ale, brethren, take him. Next." A  brunette whore states cutting flack. "Just another tosser to the river, right, darling's?": She is tossed back at her words.

                  Going lower than his neck, she chops at his femoral. A death sentance in slight seconds as one bleeds out.

                   And who cries for someone that dies slowly while commiting an act of rape. Still asking begging for a pardon as their bodies actions display otherwise?


                   Who cares?



                       I don't.....

 

                       We all live or die by what we believe in the value of another. How cool is that?  







                      Mark Willliam Darus 11162012












NOTE: This woman was raped two other times this night.

Mark William Darus 11172012

Mentor Headlands State Park, Edgewater State Park and the Cleveland Metroparks and surrounding areas.

                                   This is another attempt at setting my photographs to music. Later today, I will try to the same with music I have created. We'll see what happens on that on.

                               Submitted for your enjoyment.

                                                       
                                                Have a great day!

Mark William Darus 11-2012

                                                      
                         

First attempt at narration with my Photography: Lake Erie.

                        Allow me to apologize for it being so raw. This is yet another first attempt at something different. This was not scripted and is quite bumpy and crude in form and structure.

                                   If there is one thing this blog has taught me: To travel in ignorance for the sake of learning something new without the fear of feeling stupid or foolish.

                      To my dearest Blog and Facebook Friends from around the globe, please accept this test. I have talked to some of you on the phone during the interview entries months ago. To those I have never had the pleasure of speaking to, here is my voice.

                         Here goes nothing: My first narration. I still have not solved my resolution issue with viewing full-size. Sorry for this.

 

Thank you for your time.

This grants another area to reach out with my blog.

 

I have made changes to this site in the 8 months of its life. I hope you enjoy its new direction. A place where voice can be placed to written words and photos taken.

 

I could not have done this without your support!

Mark William Darus.

                                      

 

 

                                          

 

First attempt at Microsoft Movie Maker.

                                     First attempt at M-Soft Movie Maker.
                                              a Slam-Tractor Production.

                                            Until I figure out the resolution issues, please do not go the full screen. If you do, and can help me with this, please email or comment here.

 

I will attempt to add more tonight as I walk like an idiot into areas unknown to me with HP.

Humble Thanks.

 

Mark William Darus.

Extinction: Why do we kill that which does not hurt us? Part 2

Is it your fears of Darwinism that you would waste our tiny part of a world  to grow?

I look at you as you stare at me. Look close and enlarge. My eyes look into yours.  What do you feel? Do you enlightened beings feel anything at all?

 

 

You give us so little room to run. How can you look at yourself everyday in a mirror?

We bolt in futility.

It seldom matters. Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide.

 

Oh, yeah, humans. Blow this shot up and look into my eyes. Accusations glaring from my eyes? Just go to sleep like you do. Small wonder why yours is the only species that requires artificial things to grant slumber.

                     Enlarge this. See my captive eyes looking into yours. See the very same image you see in a mirror  while you shave your face each and everyday in the mirror. You are captive not so much different than me. How would you see your children get killed? Imagine your grand 3000 foot home getting crunched to 350 feet and being told: 'oh, well."

I look to my God for freedom and somewhere for mine to simply be in a world without men.  Is this so much to ask?

 

Just pull the trigger. End us with your desires.

 

Is there nothing I can say to you?

 

Cleveland Zoo gives exceptional paths to see our Rainforest. I give much credit to the architects and engineers of this place.

 

this is the waterfall for the otters that only live in tropical rainforests.

We don't breed so well in captivity. I am what is left. The last of the Mohican's if Disney would make a film about us. Look in at my face, humans. Tell me how your men and women wouldn't look into the Masters eyes and say: Not going to live by your rules. We'd rather be dead than bred.

 

 

Forget the insect life that needs me as I'd embrace them. I can only grow under certain conditions. Sorry this clashes with your way of life.

 

 

Don't we have a reason to be other than concrete jungles of Home Depot's Lowes of Pettities?

 

Rain keeps falling. Rain keeps falling. Down. Down. Down. Don't your forget about me.

 

C'mon! What are you waiting for. KILL US ALREADY!

Never mind...

I'll take your words of wisdom, lord. I'll find a place to shelter mine underground. Why, m'lord, do they wish to kill everything they find little Gold for?

 

I will not let my clan go down. My people survived Valdez, hundreds of man  created incidents, and we'll go way past Japans nuke accident. We'll do this in our ways. We will get what you so proclaim as justice. Count on it.

 

It's not like your kind hasn't bitten into  an apple before...

 

 

Not so endangered yet. I am sorry to say this. Humanity, you have blasted bombs causing my kin to climb trees for better waters. Your so called tests changed lives that went so beyond your tiny scope of existence.

Are you so arrogant to believe this won't come back on you?

 

 

Bring it on, humans!

 

Call me what I am. I am a prick. We have a needle with your name on it.

 

 

We can make a difference. Seriously, we can!!!

 

   Call me the tv character House, (as those from other countries see me.) Sorry, we as a species will not save anything but our selves.  We will rationalize this on so many fronts it becomes blameless in its sheer blindlessness  as  lies become plausible deniability.

 

I believe humanity wishes to kill itself. I have no idea why, but I will work on this.

 

I can only finish this nights/mornings second entry.

 

                    We shared eyes that went so deep into me.  I believed this part of me so  long ago dead. I am not sure if it male or female. Does it really  matter? I heard this child of gods words. I HEARD WORDS, DAMN IT! perhaps translated via my twisted mind. God knows, my sisters think me delusional and insane.

 

When I see things, both in the form of words of others and visually given to me, I see not only see words and hear images,  but I can feel what normal people cannot.

 

 

 

 

Although, when was the last time you talked to the animals? When did you spend a millisecond of your life gazing into their eyes? I'm not merely talking about our pets.

 

Here's the Mark-Twist: I see little difference here.

 

Christians.

 

                 Were you not displayed and slayed for the events for the glory of  Rome in the coliseums? Hacked to blood splashing shreds that willing spectators licked their faces into themselves with sick excitement?  You lives, little more than dismemberments on sand for your beliefs?

 

Jews.

 

                    Not only did you have a hand in the death of the Christian Savior, but Hitler had bullets with all of your names on it. That killer had a network  that would rival todays internet. Instead of lions and gladiators, Hitler had Zyclon B waiting for you, gypsys, the weak and the slow. Of the millions killed by Germany during WWII, you were not the only ones exterminated. Sadly, few statistics exist to support this.

 

Niggers/nigga's.

(I do hate that word/words. I use it because it nails a place with most in modern society. This word conjures views of such hatred and loathing. sympathy and hope. As blacks refer to each other this way in an urban sense, to others, it means something totally different.

 

Little more than Farm implements as you entered the United States. Both male and female alike were stripped down to your bare flesh.  Penis's, full breasts and vagina's examined for the white mans perceived worth.

Like the Jews, you were torn from your families. Unlike the Jews, you were sold out long before you hit US soil by those in your own lands for coin.

 

Native Americans: The Injun's.

As we approach The United States Holiday of Thanksgiving this month, I would be remiss if I forgot to mention you.

 

You met White people with curiosity and open arms as they arrived on you shores.  Most of your tribes didn't look at them as being invaders.

 

You should have, though.

 

Granted, Indians weren't taken as slaves. Why do you think this is? I'd say the reason is quite simple: They so outnumbered the Whites.

Over time, as numbers grew to a critical balance changed.

Rationalizing themselves for more superior and civilized than the inhabitants here, began stealing their lands and livings. Quick were the Whites to realize getting the Indians drunk would make things happen much easier, we'd trade booze for pelts and such.

 

When trading didn't work, gears changed to that of genocide. Even then those in power knew of the power of the press. Many were the numbers of times articles were titled: Indian Uprising Kills 100 settlers. Savages rape and kill as they overrun to towne of...

 

I don't doubt such things occured. I don't think they were anything but horrifying blood baths.

 

Go figure. If someone steals your lands and causes your family pain, wouldn't you step back, regroup, and fight back?

They knew they were being, in popular terminolgy, 'marginalized'. Having a keen sense that White Mans legal system would do zilch to aide them, they reacted as they did, justified.

 

Over the decades, the debate of derogatory terms in reference to the Indian Tribes of the United States occasionally still gets heated.

Many a sports team here have used words and images directly aimed at them, causing them emotional dischord that few minorities would stand for.

 

Let's face it, if you had team names like: South Carolina Cotton Pickers, North Carolina Fighting Negros, New Mexico Bandito's, Southern California Wetbacks or San Fransico Chinks, do you think for a moment these titles would not get put down like a rabbid dog? Imagine the moral outrage that would insue and quickly cover the globe.

 

These proud people live on Reservations. I don't know about you, but the word reservation sounds to me like a hotel stay and will come to an end.

 

 

 My point is this:

 

We've all been slaves and cannon fodder at some point in our heritage.

 

We've all suffered and witnessed the anguish of others on huge scale.

 

When hasn't some society shed both tears and blood on the soil?

 

We find reasons to kill one another.

 

These reasons make sense at the time. We stupidly rally around a flag, believe ourselves to be a better choice, more worthy, or simply because we're greedy.

 

Children sign up to die for a cause.

Freedom.

Liberty

Oil?

 

Does it really matter how we so willinging sacrifice our children?

So intelligent and enlightened are we.

We've wasted people on massive scale.

Who really cares about animals?

 

 

 

 

 You would take my land and kill my family why? Look into my eyes and lie to me. How did I threaten your soil, water supply, oil?

Tell me, how did we hurt any of you?  Does anything matter to you at all?

 

Mark William Darus 11062012