Should we attack Syria?

                     I am not in favor of attacking Syria at all! What bothers me is that over 50% of the American people are against it and I don't see Congress people listening to their constituents. In fact, I saw on the news one of McCain's constituents making a point and him smirking in her face. I think you make some very valid points. There is no American made pride in much of anything anymore. Sure, cars like Toyota are mostly made here, but where do the majority of the profits go? We have become a fat, lazy, complacent country and the majority of Americans are not being heard. Who will finance this attack? The American public that is over taxed already. Big business does stand to make a profit at the expense of the rest of the people.
I think if we attack, there may be an uprising here. 
-A friend, USA
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                   Attacking Syria would make about as much sense as fucking for the sake of virginity. Sorry to say, your country thinks that way. And your people pay these men to think this way, no?
-Johan, Austria.


                  Why doesn't your country just simply end itself by setting its own missiles on its own lands and push the button you hold so proudly over the rest of the world and end its own misery.

                  Sorry how this would affect the Canadians and those in South America. Why is South America called so? Aren't they nations of their own people?
-Tiny Mary, Brazil

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                   My country and lands have had many revolutions long before your speck was even created. So what, you killed each other once over a difference of opinion.

                      So proudly you state: "Over 600 Thousands Americans were killed during this war."

                   This is what happens in a revolution.

                   The American Civil war was your first and I hope it will not be your last.


                    Yeah, the Hatfield's and McClain's created such death tolls over generations as Your media gave us such entertainment in other countries. Yeah, trying to one-up centuries of rivalries, Hollywood Stylie and think the world duped? Sorry, your History Channel just made an ass of themselves globally like all the damned Storage/Pawn givings they feed your weakening minded people.

                   Why is America so fascinated with Duck Dynasty and other fudged up programming like American Idol?

Forget pacification drugs in your water and air. You live day in and day out for the lives of others.

I find this disgusting as you disregard your own lives as you watch stupidity.

Doesn't that make you kind of small when you close your eyes at night thinking of those other lives?

You not, at least most of your country, have become stupid and subservient.  You've elevated written bird cage bottoms above your peoples very own lives in importance, sacrifice it and wonder why things happened as they did.

Marc, Thanks.

Look forward to your thoughts after what is left of the internet can share and Skype will provide us.

Your country is so furious! Your politiciations so quick to judge other lands as they push their own children into poverty making the them little more than  the shitty-cloned drones of their parents that had the backbone to at least try to fight as sit back and do nothing and wonder why your country is failing.

your countries  beliefs as they rule all everything.

-Jacoline. South Africa
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            Mister
                          Sir
                 Mark,
                Marc?
            Why don't we just launch the missiles and kill everyone?
             Would this not cut all fears the media tosses in our favor showing we are the strongest and the best place to be?

             "C'mon DAVE, you wish me to trash the united states?"

              "Yes, Hal." Some psychopathic Chairman of the (FT LLC Corp) says jovially, recommending to our lands leader invasion is the best way to go. It being for the protection of the Nations best interests.

              Mark, I really don't care who dies or why they died. I said I would achieve a project I proposed to Sam Grant. He sort-of tossed it up the ladder. I had my forces do what must be done to end it.

             I knew damned well I would cause thousands to starve to death as my army took every bit edible stores they had to keep my boys going on as burned, crushed or crippled everything we could


             Yes, Mark. Back when, I was looked at as insane and my bestfriend was looked at as a drunk. I said at the birth of our war of civil nations it would go for years.

              They called me insane.


               They demoted me, sir. Asked me to give them my Sabre. At that point I resigned to so-called Union  Army thought it held with glued fragments


                    I was a disgrace to my beliefs, my country and worse, my wife and children.  I did everything I could in civilian life and failed.

                   But when shit hit shoulder, I was asked to come back to the Northern Army.

                     Bispecktled  midgets giving me orders.

                    


                Yet they held Sam in the rafters. Looking at him as drunk and wayward leader at best.

                He'd lead his men into a battle.

                A hip flask raised to his lips as he shouted.

                  "ATTACK!"

                  Following his fearless lead, the Men of the Union effort would follow his leadership time and time again, even after defeat.

                  US Grant never retreated, or to say he would acknowledge a defeat by stepping backward

                 I am thankful I was 'the Drunks' best friend.


                Like you don't know this slender tree-lengthen


              Humans have a nature to wish, desire and want to  either kill  or control kill each other. In this they create a reason and a purpose. From this they elevate men to levels creating political hierarchy


             Fuck the colored warning graduated symbols we're given for a threat level by our SO CARING  and  should be looked at as OUR NATIONS MOTHER.

               If our countries defense systems cannot be accurate, Well, whose can be?

              Our Media gives us Threat Levels here in television broadcasts, specialty programming giving ways to not die if we're attacked: Safe-Rooms with space enough, proclaimed by their advertisement, : "the world can crumble around you and you could still have a great (wine) in the company of a special partner."

               I know you got this, Mark.

               But think of what I just wrote. Can any of just scroll up for a second.





               Did the creation of Homeland Security stop the gangs, innocent drive-by deaths as drug deals go bad or gang spaces go sideways across America?

               
                 Fuck Election in americahh! I have voted every single instance.

                 I was born 14.2.1951

                Voting means SHIT on a national level here!

               





First off: Thanks for your words. Can I post this on my blog, under a pseudonym of course? I was in Zoar this weekend for a civil war reenactment. Over a few beers and harder things, I asked a group of people what would happen if the USA goes to war with Syria, and the Chinese backing them were forbidden to bring their endless flow of product to our shores via a military blockade?  Most said: "AWE, big deal, fuck 'em!" Then I said we  didn't have to worry about that, really. Many said: "See, told ya so." I then said the latest I had read about China's stance, where they said: "if America invades Syria, we will no longer ship to them and cease all ties!"

I found it amusing how their faces changed like  the colours of falling leaves on a brisk autumn day. Bright, shadowed, muted shades, descending to the ground.

A few said: "yeah, so?"

I took a massive swig of Pepsi and said: "Do you think Levi's are made here anymore? Converse shoes, Hagar, Wrangler, Route 66, Fading Glory (fitting name truly for a jean company that was bought out by the Chinese some 15 years ago and featured at Walmart? Ever look at the spices you have in your home? Garlic salt/powder fine print stating: Product of America and processed in China. We make little to nothing here except debt for the benefit of cheaper/faster consumption.

I wasn't popular after that. I'm such a buzz-kill sometimes.

Heidi, I, as well as my International friends both  with my blog and facebook think an uprising is what we need here. Not a civil war against a part of a nation so much as one against the powers that be. I'm, sorry to say, happy you see this as a possible future for our country.

What was it Thomas Jefferson wrote about a government in question by the people?

""We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security."

Maybe he was gifted in more ways than his complete and sincere  ability to write, Heidi.

Heidi: There will, eventually be blood shed. There always  is with us and America. Our taxes pay for the bullets and bombs, and we never vote on wars, do we as a people? Sure, we protest, flood the PaperPlace known as Washington DC, and have stands all across our fifty states and it NEVER makes a difference at all in decisions made.

We've been in the Middle East how long now? How many dead on every side. Soldiers, civilians, children and innocent babies a few hours old?

The Bush family had close ties with the Bin Laden family via the Carlyle Group. Biggest aspect of the Carlyle Group were American Military Industry. How cool is to create an attack, forcing US action against those you view as little more than cattle in your country for the benefit of stock riches? Both families and their friends  gained bucks bigtime when the bodies hit the floor and the roofs went aflame when our country took action over 12 years ago.

And didn't we get the Bin Laden Klan safe passage out of the USA during a No-Fly for non military aircraft period just after 911? And we as citizens paid this for their safety with our tax dollars?

Bell Helicopter survived as the result of the Vietnam War. They were on the verge of bankruptcy.

Halliburton and Lockheed went godlike after 911.

Hal still does.

Where should we place our dollars in form of Stock Shares to benefit EVERY FUCKING DWINDLING AMERICAN CLASS WORKER TO BENEFIT, ALBEIET IN LOWBALL AMOUNTS LIKE CORPORATE AMERICA DOES?

                Sorry, kids.

                You have a brain. use It .

                

              I am nothing most of you would know.

                    I am

                 

Invading Syria. Watch the majority of my Country fall like dominos on a set track.

      Syria and The United States: The French, Russians, Chinese: A globe.
                                        How will this affect us all?
                                      by Mark William Darus



                A simple Question: If the US strikes Syria, as the Russians and Chinese back Syria, what do you think will happen?

Okay, perhaps more than one question. Chances are, not simple ones as my mind works things out easily causing others stress whilst I stroll about a free thinking mind.

Imagine a world in the United States where China becomes our opponent. Would we as a Nation learn to produce for ourselves once  again and be proud by this or merely hunker down under Chinese might as they save us dollars via cheaper product for the average American to afford to sustain their families. We have become slaves to other countries, America. Largely from our wanting the cheaper, faster, easier forms of endearments in the physical world. Graciously allowing American companies to send jobs overseas as we were sold it was better for all of us. Malls popping up like zits on a teenager, The last two decades proving this vastly wrong.

Will Walmart, Kmart and Sears have their shelves shrivel into oblivion in a span of days, weeks, months? China being no longer granted access for their ships to mate with United States soil and further experience economic orgasms benefiting them? And if, for the sake of Americans lives, these ships were granted permission to unload product, aren't we as Americans feeding those that oppose our global stance on terrorism? Granted, this would give American Share Holders in psychopathic ventures peace of mind, but what would this mean in holistic thinking?

Living in a global world, having internet friends across the planet, what would the next World War do to everyone in relation to their day to day lives?

I believe we’d experience either internet Black-Outs, huge interruptions of service or threat notions, perhaps looking like this: “you have ’friends” in areas that are NOT in our Nations best interests. Knowing you must be close to them, understanding this deeply, your Country gives you 24 hours to say goodbye to them and no further should you communicate without harsh penalty. ” I think this would be enough for many in country to chop ties, sever things, hurt others that brought them no pain nor harm individually. I guess you could call this the Digital Phase of Interment Camps, like the United States did with Japanese Americans just after Pearl Harbor attack without the loss of property seized and never regained by those Americans of Japanese heritage.

Yet, bravest of people, imagine an underground this could create...

People once again working for the common good, a life where keeping each other healthy and fed and educated was the hallmark of society and not just some piss-poor political afterthought in an attempt to gain 'their' future.


What makes my country, a Manufacturing Weakling nowadays,  the Global Police force? We've got enough bombs to blast Our Blue Marble to what Charlton Hesston saw in the Planet of the Apes.


          Easy: Our richest people get more wealthy with each and every confrontation we embrace.  Why does corporate America and their CEO's sell us out sending jobs to third world countries, chopping us off at the knees? Yeah, Dumb fucking question: Stock Growth is the answer for their actions via higher production value at much lower cost per man hour.  Think about it: In other lands: There is no social security taxes, health care benefits to pay out. Huge companies on this overseas: GM and Chrysler. I would have tossed the American Steel industry into this though I don't think any of these are truly American companies anymore.

Really, how many other stupid questions can I ask?



Watch the further economic failure in the United States of America if we kill thousands of civilians against a people that did NOT attack us. See the fall out that hits our land.

I want peace.

Not going to happen.

Mark William Darus. 09062013

Touching You Makes Me Die Inside. Touching You Makes Me Feel Alive.

                                

                       Touching You Makes Me Die Inside.
                            Touching You Makes Me Feel Alive.
                                  Moment of applaud to you all. Many thanks.

                                             By Mark William Darus

　

Record breaking month thanks to you, patient reader.

August 31 had visiting above 330 for a single day.

　

This month, and I am thoroughly blown away, P:AL was visited 3368 times, smashing the previous record of 2965 in May.

Closing my eyelids gently while bowing head to all of you. My dogs are barking in the background as one, or both of them let their farts fly out, sounding like out of key trumpets.

The smell of shit is profound with my writing. Most fitting really. I often think what I have to say is worthy of paperings at the bottom of a birdcage. Yet, as news papers lay off people, lesser paper product put out, so much Greener this Earth via lost jobs, how much better for the trees as they are not churned to printed word. I must simply be another form of dumping grounds. Perhaps Psychopathy Another Life is a form of a digital Fecal-Farm. Replacing things different of old with solid form in hand to a digital place in mind for you to cast off into the garbage.

Tossing things off is this time in history’s greatest achievement. We do it easily in the highest point in our heightened communication age. Chuck off that does not immediately bring us stimulation most quickly.

Not sure where I play into this.

 

I am merely a fireplug to piss on.

 

How cool is that?

 

Seriously speaking: Urine is the purest for of passing as it's filtered thru kidneys.

I do know I did not reach these records without you, valued reader/contributor.

Many have taken the time to comment here and thousands more have sent me emails. I’ve made a great many friends on Facebook as a result of this blog, most of which are in other countries and different continents. I still have a hard believing that something I thought and took the time write about really mattered to anyone.

It’s been said writers have massive egos yet like to hide in the distant shadows away from everyone as they observe and take in all around them. I’m not sure this true at all. I don’t believe I have hidden anything on this blog. I’m quite the vampire in most respects. I keep myself open to all, welcoming the absurd and loving the insane in all aspects of life. Appreciating the light and splendor of the daytime world I seldom see these days given my work hours, cherishing the sights, sounds and smells of the night time world I’m vastly more awake in.

I can’t really say why I am like that, but I must confess I am more comfortable with myself over the last year and half than I have known in my 51 years here. It’s been said millions of times: from bumper stickers, posters and t-shirts (and what does the ‘t’ in t-shirts stand for?) : When you find yourself, never go back!

When I did find myself, I smiled and began to run. I look backward now and again as a source of reinforcement/reference. Sure, I did have to learn walking all over again in this new life. It was nearly scary at first. I had no clue how I’d be received by those that have known me over the years. Granted, Those in that number didn’t total many in all seriousness by most peoples thoughts of friends and family. Tossing out their first names based on duration of them knowing me: Holly, Heidi, Dave-R (and family down the road), Dave-T (and family down the road) , Rachel, Rebecca, Michelle T-K (and kids), Gretchen (plus kids). These are those people that have known me in the physical world for over 10 years. Sadly, I have strained most of these people at many points over time and hugely so in the last 1.5-2 years span.

Of the above mentioned: At no time did any of us ever meet at a bar after work to SHIT-CHAT about anything over drinks. I seriously cannot remember meeting anyone at a bar in the last 18 years except some messed up PyroBabe that, when smoking was still legal in restaurants, set a straw wrapper on fire in an ashtray, followed by a paper napkin leading to the fucking table cloth while saying in a highly sexy tone: “Pre--TEE! Isn‘t it? Warm. So nice!” Glad I knew the manager there then. Asking you a question sincerely: Have you ever tasted fire extinguisher chemicals mixed with creamed and sugar filled dark roast coffee? I did. Frankly, for over an hour after this encounter, I belched my brains out!

We’d simply share thoughts and opinions in the organic realm. Words spoken, causing mental firings in others around. Truly sweet vocal/cerebral embracing’s at restaurants, backyards or emergency rooms.

On in a great families basement.

 

The names in that list somehow, still like me around in their lives. I’m grateful for this. I'd be a miniscule speck in the Physical World I know to be as I casted off so many others over the decades.  They are loyal beyond compare. I’m not sure what I did to deserve their them as friends and family.  I’ve hurt most, if not all of them over the years/decades.  In ways  none of them even knew nor took into them by me somehow neglecting them as I did it. this nonetheless. I'd give explanations that make sense to them, yet they always knew things about me.


"This is just Mark. He's different."  a few would describe in their truth of me.

I have never been a believer in plastic friends in my life. Most people develop cast-off-able people in their lives, usually via our spin in the ever changing economic work world. Making connections as quickly as contact likely via-esque as simply as keystrokes on a computer, except at a work place. Maybe a deep desire for attention, a deeper want for acknowledgement and wishing to belong somewhere or perhaps less profound: Just wishing to feel alive in the reflection in another’s eyes.

More often than not, the workplace isn’t the best environment to make lasting friendships. Keep in mind: I have a total of 4 best friends in 51 years of living. Friends, as most would refer to them: I have none. I’m okay with that. I am perhaps not the best source for insight to gather friends. I have little clue why those without blood-ties still wish to have me with them.

I love photography. I am continuously lucky as I catch things that people like. I have no idea what propels me in this. Perhaps I am merely a child, a tiny one in fact that merely is trying to say: Hey, look what I can do?

I go toward to darkest things imaginable in human nature. I am delighted by and attracted to this much like a moth to a brilliant flame on a foggy cricket chirping night when it comes to my writing.

When I sit before my Tower, I don’t truly know what my mind will have me write about, share via others encounters, or just simply get caught in my head until I let it out with written word.

Unlike photography, which is the counter balance in my life, I more often than not, hate my ability to write.

　

Don’t get me wrong, please.

I am happy to write, yet at the same time there is a tugging in both the soul and some aspect within myself I can’t quite put my finger on. With each paragraph placed to MOTHER INTERNET, many times taking hours to create, I think endlessly toward the next one.

Obsession?

Compulsion?

Unencumbered passion releasing itself?

I have no clue. I just do as I do and photograph and write as I do.

I will not stop until I die. When that happens, I hope another runs on!

I’m not alone in this world, though isolated physically in my vampire life hours, I continually search about for a mental partner like myself.

I often share with others how I believe Time is moving faster these days. Even Work-life hours/days/weeks/months seem to be screaming past at the speed of light. I so often have to ask others what day it is.

Well, I’ve been long winded enough.

　

Closing credits: Last 30 days of Psychopathy: Another Life.

Thanks to the people of these proud lands that took the time to read me: Czech Republic, China, Korea, France, UK, Russia, Brazil, Spain, Mexico, South Africa, Malta, Ukraine, Canada, Sweden, Iceland, Germany, Belgium, Afghanistan, Serbia, Portugal, Thailand, Kenya, Norway, Syria, Greenland, Latvia, Costa Rica, Finland, Belize, Rwanda, Greece, Nepal, Australia, Italy, Hungary, Libya, Japan, Taiwan, Lebanon, Trinidad and Tobago, Slovakia, Denmark, Cambodia, Bangladesh, Fiji, Jordan, Laos, New Zealand, Israel, Croatia, Saint Helena, Honduras, Romania, Taiwan, Liberia, Kyrgyzstan, Cape Verde, Barbados, and my friends in what’s left in the once proud UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

　

Music and other important credits: >>>Please look these artists/bands up as their music kept me company as I wrote and write. <<<<

　

Band title followed by my liking them and why.

The Birthday Massacre: Some 6 years ago my youngest daughter got me hooked on them on the way to her schools band concert. Been hooked since then ever since. Great meaning expressed with amazing vocals and eclipsing music. A totally Original band in all respects.

　

Michael Card. Song with meaning to me: Jesus Loves Me. A song that more often than not cleansed my soul after hours working at Progressive Insurance. Appoligizing for things I had no control over again and again. Making any sincere sense of the words : I AM SORRY, mean anything. This song gave me a catch point in my life and still does.

　

Dan Fogelberg: A Love Like This. Brought writing down to levels less intense. Nice.

　

Procol Harum: Whiter Shade of Pale. This song always fired me up.

M83: Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming. Possibly the best CD I have heard in years from start to finish. Fantastic music and inspiring videos make this band in my life. Every track on this CD is a trip to somewhere outside us, yet bringing us closer to our nature.

I have to give a shout out to Writer, director, documentatian Ken Burns for his great works on the American Civil War, Americas National Park System, Frank Lloyd Wright and a host of others. Ken Burns: You fueled a fire in me. You gave me the strength to put yourself out there. Thank you so very much.

To those that shared sending me emails the last 31 days: Massive Thanks!

Marya, Tabitha, Chelsea, Anabelle, Katy, Inga, Geoffrey, Zitu, Jasmine, Audrey, Yvette, Casey, Queen Bitch of New York, Peter B L, Trisha J, Anthony I, Danielle, DanI, Catherine H, David H, David C, David K, Prince, Jose, Phillip, Jessica, Rachel D, Rachel D II, Cassandra Z, Cassandra L, Cassandra T, Alexandria Ignatius, Alexandria N, Alexandria W, Alexandria G, Jacob Francis M, Bringer of Doom, Beth Anne Hendrix, Theda, Susan J, Suzanne S, John X, Emily, Evan, Marcus, Richard L, Erik, Johan, Winnie in Poo, Gretchen P, Gretchen H, Gretchen K, Barb A, BARB L, YURI r, AND A HOST OF OTHERS!

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I guess I should profoundly thank humanity itself.

Such incredible animals are we to possess so much destructive and killing capabilities and yet see beauty and sometimes help an elderly person cross a busy roadway.

As I go onward, I will I never lose my ability, my gift so-to-speak, to express myself openly, freely, to give of my thoughts to others with no worry or backlash of those that could hit my future. I simply don’t care if I get hurt.

Final thanks to Google Blogger for giving me this opportunity. I could not have done this without you!

Open your mouth and express your beliefs, your peace.

Mark William Darus 09012013

16 Year Old. Emergency Room and Other Things. Part one.

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Proteins and Drugs. Why not?

                                 Excessive amounts of Proteins.
                                         Drugs legal and not.
                                                   A journey.

                              How this affects the minds travels.

　

                                                 GO ASK ALICE.
                                         by Mark William Darus

　

　

I was in my late twenties when I saw my father get wasted as a result of a protein imbalance as his liver was failing and he was dying as a result of this.

I witnessed my father over my lifetime then sucking in maybe 20 beers before my eyes.

From what my sisters say, Mom was the drunk and not dad. She, knocking down bottles of booze each and every day to offset the national debt.

Dad, got a bad transfusion that gave him hepatitis, which totally fucks the liver and makes it vulnerable to all. He died eventually, and it took much longer than moms 3 month death sentence within a tiny range of my second daughters birth.

　

My father and his Dr taught me an area of thinking. Excessive intact of proteins will get you high. Funny, steak, peanut butter in a pound or better for most is enough to make them high.

　

Peanut skins when smoked after eating the nuts will also get you out there. You have to eat one pound of nuts before smoking. Imagine you butt tract your next day. Yeah, this is a one time only for you.

I witnessed my father taking rides on Prince Valium time and time again. Legally so.

My sisters said mom was a drunk.

Apparently while dad rode the Valium Stallion.

Not relevant in the here and now.

Not to me at any rate.

　

I did heroin twice to attempt to feel something.

Anything at all human emotional.

I experienced two massive monumental body orgasms. Nothing like I had ever felt with any woman I had ever penetrated achieving same with them. This failed when I defecated in my shorts and me realizing this the next day waking with shorts filled with my shit pressed and smelly against me. Twice was enough for that one! I can't believe people get hooked on Heroin...

　

Apparently, by the 60 yr old males I work with there is plethora for me to experience. At lunch one night they tossed drug names I'd never heard of. This surprised me.

As far as LSD, I’m waiting to my retirement to drop this.

　

Why?

If I drop acid then the worst case scenario would be people looking at this as ALZ.

　

　

Take your drugs wisely and know why you are trying them.

I will take VicaMints within the next two weeks. Why? I have no clear answer except Demerols one time was a bad trip, 2 decades ago. Seriously so. The hang-over effect from Demerol's  was KILLER! I thought my brain was getting split in two. After doing some research, years later, I realized why: I was given a dose, via someone close. They had a few from their mother who weighed in at 300 lbs. I, at that time, weighed in at about 139 lbs.

Be careful...


Mark William Darus 08262013

Take a resignation or see 3 others get fired in your place. Psychopathic?

                           My Sacrifice. Welcome to the New World.

                               By Mark William Darus.

　

So, you arrive at work and get asked to attend a meeting by your boss with the higher ups in the company within a minute of you clocking in. You, living in day-to-day mode, you react with this curve ball tossed at you. You nod to your boss, they acknowledge.

The smells of coffee brewing hits your nose different this day walking past cubicles changing over time from changing venues as your company traveled toward cheaper rent.

Your eyes seem to capture each and every step your footfalls connect with familiar carpet.

You feel yourself on autopilot and as if walking in some dream.



Trying to gain your bearings as you were headed off before you could even place your meager lunch into the tiny break room fridge. Daily balance impeded. Headed off at the pass.

　

“Hey, Emily! How ya doing?” a coworker asks her with a Friday face, full smiling.

Emily fakes a smile to Phoebe frightened by her boss abrupt approach. “Not sure, hon. Will let ya know/”

Phoebe glances to Emily’s back, seeing lay-offs arising in her company, wondering what Emily knows.

Mind shredding backward over beyond 15 years memories with this company taking far and beyond a third of that time in her life with overtime and non paid wishing to produce sincerely. As a Manager here, wondering how far out of the loop was she.

　

3 minutes before she knew her meeting would be tardy before her manager. Apprehensively checking her cell phone for calls or text messages missed by her and find none.

Placing a lunch into a fridge she’d not see hours much later. Doing so, Emily’s mind taking shit in causing her to take a step outside herself. She thought of her god, her husband, children. Her mind thinking of other areas as her lack of cash flow would affect her gardens and plants.

　

“Damn,Emily, what do you think of the downturn?” Serinia asks plainly with excited tone.

2 minutes.

I’m going to get fired. Damn instincts anyway! Emily thinks as her mind tosses things about.

1 minute before the meeting.

Emily walks to a bathroom. Pulling down tight fitting pants, she bends down on a self-cleansed seat to relieve herself. Urine passes freely, she sighs vocally, and dots place themselves on her panties from droplets.

　

T-Minus 9 seconds and counting.

Emily strolled into the meeting knowing she was going to get an axe placed in her head.

　

“Nice to see, Emily,” her companies president said to her. “Please take a seat and bagel and coffee, “ he said jovialy with the plastic of smiles hiding eyes behind dark glasses.

　


Emily sits, thanking for the offerings and declining them with a tone strong and confident. She brought her own Krusty Kreem glazed donut and her own cup of java.

　

“we have a situation you can perhaps be willing to help us with, Emily,” the company president Wesker, says freely, excitedly and coldly.

Emily asks: “What is this, sir?”

“well, we have to cut the budget you understand. We told our stock holders we’d have an 8.79 growth this year and we only hit 8.75. We have to cut on the back end to reach that profit margain. I’m sure you’ll understand.”

Taking a bite into a glazed donut and swallowing it with a huge gulp of coffee, Emily;s mind ran.

“What do wish of me?” tossing it all out there.

　

“Emily, your place in this companies history has made great things occur. Through your tutiledge, inspiration and sheer energy we’re wishing to give you a great option.” Wesker added with tone so sickly sacharin.

“ You’re going to fire me, right?!”

　

“my dear, no! We don’t wish to terminate you. We merely are asking you to cut three subordinates jobs for you to keep your placement with us.”

　

Emilies mental screen goes blank.

　

　

Taking ground before her.

　

Her eyes wide open.

　

　

“Fuck you, no=thanks, ass” Emily said, never raising her voice, adding: “Fire me! I will not give up others up to keep me to save my own tail!"



Smirking lips set with an all-too confident cock to his head,  eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses he never removed.  Wesker tells her, "Very well, dearest. You WILL resign or we will smear your reputation. Amazing what CGI can do to a persons marriage."

　

　

　

She looks at the board, smiles and tells them an extremely simple point of life.

　

“DO YOU NOT THINK WE KNOW WHERE YOUR CHILDREN AND GRAND CHILDREN GO TO SCHOOL? Know the stretches you try to hide and as you fuck others you and try to hide from them your spouses. "

　

                   Emily stops for a moment

　

As a woman told her bossess “fuck you, you won’t fire me and I won't let you fire others in my name."


　

Want to play games.



As they cut her from a board within 12 hours 5 children, 8 grand kids and about 8 mistresses went missing.

　

　

Emily said: welcome to my world.

Welcome to the New World.

　

　

　

Mark William darus 08242013 

Antoinette Tuff: Facing down the barrel of a cold .45

        

                           Antoinette Tuff: Facing down the barrel of a cold .45.

                                        by Mark William Darus.



                  Georgia Spree/Thrill Killing diverted by inspired thinking.


             http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/08/21/antoinette-tuff_n_3792683.html

                 (okay, so this vid goes into commercials. Sorry. Will try to correct with others presented.)


                    How amazing was she, looking death in the face by an agitated 20 year old male American totting guns and a backpack of endless rounds of ammunition? He told her how he wanted to waste the lives of Police officers. She listened and spoke to him.

                   And this man, (and why does the American Media refer to him as a kid at twenty years old? )     did not stroll into an a high school or a college wishing to eliminate those that looked down on high via peer pressure, wishing to get even with "the Haters." This man strolled into an elementary school, and I believe this to by my opinion alone, was to eliminate the Next Generation of clique classifiers to prevent events that went unknown to others in his life: To kill those that could cause pain as he grew up and went sideways from  what is considered normal thinking and living. Perhaps even creating it within him as he took it a step further for retribution.


                    All interviewed thus far said he was an average person. No history of violence. No police record.

                    Seeing a trend?

                    Seriously?  You don't? (I hope most of my readers probably see something going on here.)

                    Is it so hard to think without IPODS, Androids?

                    Do you remember using your own mind to make connective reasoning? Base problem solving on a human level. Wanting to ridicule someone and stopping just before you did?

                    I want to believe most of my readers do.

                   Take a walk with me:

                    Columbine.

                    Amish country School slayings: Ohio

                    Colorado Theatre Killings at a Batman Movie. And I love this investigation as they still have no prime motive for this.

                     Others lesser known:

                     DC Sniper. We're told they caught him. I don't believe they did. I do believe a bargain was made for the collective good of paranoid society.

                      Chardon Ohio School shootings: Ironically, the beginning of Psychopathy Another Life.


                      Connections: The Colorado movie killer, DC Sniper, Chardon kid trasher and Georgia (non-killer, and that sounds so absurd, but good, right?) have many things in common: They all seemed "normal", "friendly and Kind."

                      None ever thought them to be homicidal maniacs. No one close to these people thought them capable of crossing what is considered to  be the terminator between normal people and just plain killers.  Insanity.


                      I think I know why this is, and I  attempt, with this blog, to show,  nearly justify it this as the base thoughts of animalistic behavior in humanity. No longer simple predators for survival. Formerly called  Hunter/Gatherers, simply to feed and sustain family, we gained other areas.

We want, wish, in our 'basic instincts' to crush those that hurt us instead of just eat them. We wish to feel a sense of control over those under us before we devour them, make them hurt, breeding depression.

                      Imagine Ms. Tuff lot this day.

                       Another day in a hallway known so well to her.  Granted, this is yet another school year beginning to her and little doubt she is not enthusiastic.

                       Greeting our children as they enter her school ( and yes, I know damned well this is not the same children you and I know personally. But does that really matter? )

                      Smiling students crossing her over polished tiled flooring: Some saying hi in response to her gesture of "good morning!"

                      Her hoping for each child a great new time of education.

                      Blond future anorexics, husky brunette male jocks, international first born Americans knowing many cultures, possible Astronauts, Crop Farmers, or the greater possibility: The Greater Nation of the Unemployed.


                     She greets all evenly, openly, equally.

                    And she approaches a man with fire arms.


                   Let's be honest here.

                   How cool is this to pump up the adrenaline to make your life mean something and make an impression on others?


                    My personal belief is this: Antoinette Tuff does not "think outside the box." I think this has no 'box' to be held in.  It is this, from either her faith or humanitarian beliefs that makes her different than most.

                   Our Earth needs more people like her.

                   She approached a gun displaying person.

                   Wishing to die or merely her belief in faith?


                    Great Fucking Job!

                    My opinion: You deserve the Congressional Medal of Honor. You so freely displayed uncommon valor, strength under potential fire and were amazingly willing to protect those under your care.

                    I think many of us should consider sending letters to political officials making this great woman of our time a recipient of this Medal.

                  Woman of the Year to say the least.

             Mark William Darus 08222013

                     
                     

                    

               
              

                    


            
                           

                                    

H7N9: My Start on this.

 

                                                        H7N9. Part I
                                                by Mark William Darus



Dr. Chin awoke suddenly from a sound sleep. She felt coldness entomb her as she fought for consciousness. Her place in Hong Kong, a mega story structure.

Her sheets drenched as her pores spewed themselves freely.

Taking inventory, her dark brown eyes opened swiftly, her head bathed in wet black hair rises from a pillow. Looking to her right she sees a movie poster, Vertigo. To it’s left her eyes catch on the painting of a serene field of corn stalks and crisp meadows leading to her hallway.

The hallway going toward her bathroom.

I’m going to puke, shit!

Fuck, hold it back! Hold it b-back.

Her tiny nude form stops about 20 feet from her toilet. Doubling over in pain striking her swiftly like a knifing to the gut, , she vomits on herself as her chin connects below the neck line. Covering her small breasts, stomach and legs with her stomachs rejections, eyes wide in confusion.

She hit’s the floor like a sack of cow manure as she passes out.

　

Other places. Other things occurring.



“Abby, OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” Eddie cries as he releases himself into his wife’s vagina. Abby looks at her man, her eyes locked on his as he goes rigid, smashing final thrust into her, yet pulsating onward. Smiling at him, loving him connected in her, she gasps, “I love you, Eddie. All m’heart, darling!”

Smile turning to distress, Eddie begins to cough. Taking his right hand to cover his mouth, his body falls on Abby clipping her left shoulder with his heavy right with a subdued thud as weight meets flesh stoping quickly.

“Eddie, are you okay?” Abby asks in a voice fulfilled yet wondering.

Eddie’s body lay prone across her. Lifeless.

“Eddie!” she cries…

　

Scenes from a nights dream…

　

High Desert Facility: USA, Nevada.

　

“Contain 6 to 11.” a woman said with a thick, low tone. “Inject 3 point 7 235 to it, please.” An average height blond stands, white lab coat covering sexual features, obscuring them. “Did you inject?”

“Yes, of course we did!” an annoyed drone said to his highness.

“AND?” Dr. Phillips inquired harshly. “I want results! DO YOU HEAR ME? RESULTS!?!”

“Yes, Comrade, we’re w-”

“Don’t you ever say Comrade again or I will have you killed! You understand? What country are we in now?” Her voice as sharp as a straight razor.

“Sorry, Major. We are working for the United States Government. Uh, we’re, how do they say? Bro’s,” Ivor said weakly like a child in a foreign land.

“Yes, Bro’s will work with correspondance in an affirmative.”

　

“The virus is mutating quickly, Com, errr, Bro!”

“Very nice, have your crew take break for coffee,” her voiced coldy trailed off down echos of bleak endless hallways.

by MWD, 08192013 part I,