An entry with a Bang! - A BT roundrobin II

[blast flame]

Originally Posted by StarSpawn

The problem with that post DarkO, is that there is no way the Supreme court wouldn't point out the OTHER part of the 2' amendment gun crazy people always seems to overlook. IE You know the Militia part.
Otherwise you are just laying the ground work for another feudal society with *I have an armored car because I'm filthy rich, and it has an auto cannon, you have a pump gun, now give me your money, your teenage daughter and you weapons or i will blow you and your family to kingdom come*.
It always amazes me that gun crazies overlook that part of human nature.

And what exactly makes the government any more trustworthy than the common man in this regard?

[Mosati]

The 5 Hidden world of ComStar is a sticking point for me. ComStar has known of these worlds since the fall of the League scoured all knowledge of them from the Sphere. This implies they had plans for them and kept them manned since the fall. It's even implied that these worlds are where they kept the Wolverines and the political dissidents that the Clanners picked up from the Combine.

Additional facts that support this:

• ComGuards were raised and equipped in secret starting in 2933. Best hiding place to do this? The 5HW.
• ComStar has has a fleet of warships since before the Vandenburg White Wings Affair. There are pitifully few shipyards left in the IS and the only shipyards that could build and maintain these ships in secret are the 5HW.
• The WoB was handing out tanks and AFVs like candy by the tens of thousands across the Sphere, the only place they could have factories and stockpiles would be the hidden worlds. Even with functional factories it'd take decades to build up what was seen in the Jihad.

All this says to me that the 5HW are functional, armed and fanatical about keeping their secret. We can try all the cloak and dagger stuff we want to check on these worlds but if they even get a passing fancy that we are involved they will send the White Wings to do one of two things.

1. They will be sent to nuke out pretty blue world into the next New Dallas.
2. Or barring that go to any world we have contact with and make it so that every last planet in the Sphere is convinced that dealing with us will bring down a curse that results in the joy of orbital bombardment.

Even if we blew the secret of their locations, all that'd do is make ComStar go after any dissenters with their Star League level toys while the rest were not only without the ability to make their own warships but without even the knowledge from the Helm Core.

[Gosu]

Originally Posted by blast flame

And what exactly makes the government any more trustworthy than the common man in this regard?

They certainly want the surroundings intact and most people alive, to pay taxes and such. Many individual humans don't care about the surroundings or others much beyond how it affects them short term.

Governments aren't *exactly* only inflicted upon mankind, the longevity of the idea (be it tribalism, feudalism, democracy or theocracy) shows that they are pretty popular. A basic function of a government is the cooperation of the weak to find strength in numbers and protection against the depredations of the strong. Yes governments can and are abused but looking back on ten thousand years of human history, the majority seems to prefer a bad government to jungle rule.

Or otherwise put, a majority of humanity apparently doesn't really trust their fellow humans with private heavy weapons and no government check on their behavior. At all. Somalia is a good example of lots of personal heavy weapons and little to no government.

Do I trust my government with the monopoly on heavy weapons (or any weapons)? Not particularly, but they're at least not that likely to fire them off whenever they get depressed or just for kicks or because they are thirsty and want my glass of water.

Do I trust the people of the city I live in each with their own heavy weapon, or god forbid, nukes? I'd run outside and only stop before getting into the car to figure out which way the wind is blowing so I know how to drive away from the fall-out.

[StarSpawn]

Originally Posted by EdBecerra

Nah. Hardin was so mean, folks used to say he'd beat himself up, just to get in the practice.

Ed.

Seriously, Hardin was an amateur, heres some actual writing from the real deal.

WARNING this is NOT for the weak of stomach, the really scary thing about this fellow (His is on Alabama death row), is that he is STILL a rank amateur compared to same of those who have gone before and a couple of those who are still working.



Some Sort of Sanitary Napkin

05/06/mm2

Dear Neil and Lady Crystal,

Thank you for the letter and the photos.

I am ashamed of myself for thinking of the things I want to share with Stephanie. I guarantee; Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, Adolf Hitler’s scientist-in charge of human experimentation, - satan himself, has never fantasized about a female as I fantasize about Stephanie. Stephanie doesn’t realize how lucky she is that the Stephanie I met was Stephanie Gach. And Stephanie Gach doesn’t realize how lucky she was that I didn’t fantasize about her as I fantasize about the little teen Stephanie. After all, Stephanie Gach was only kidnapped, raped, strangled, stabbed, beaten with a hammer, dumped on an illegal dumpsite – along an Alabama back road. Side-bar: do you think the EPA will ever charge me with using on an illegal road side dump to dispose of my unwanted, broken play toy? Hey – that’s it. I will plead; “no contest� to the lesser charge of illegal dumping in exchange for the state dropping all murder charges.

Oh speaking of ole Stephanie Gach – Stephanie was nude, lying on her back in the back of my van. She had a big ole hairy yang-yang. In fact, her pussy was so hairy that when she was wearing her bikini panties her monster muff – poofed the crotch of her panties out like she was using some sort of sanitary napkin. Anyway - once totally nude and lying on her back I grabbed a handful of yanger hair and pulled up. At one point, I held her suspended - just her shoulders, back of her head - and her feet were the only things touching the van's floor. I gave the yanger hair one hell of a shake - plop! Stephanie is laying on the floor again - moaning and groaning - I got a handful of black, curly yanger hair. I tried to stuff it in her mouth but apparently she wasn't much of a fur burger eater. She should have liked it. She was little more than a dick sucking, pussy licking, want-to-be dope smoking parking lot cumcock.

- Oh well - I guess even slut Stephanie needs love and understanding.



Jack's First Time...

05/08/mm2


Yes, at the age of 10 I had a next door neighbor cutie pie strip nude. However that was not my first A.T.S.P. (attempt to snatch pussy). My first real, non-family adventure into pussydom was at the age of 8. At that time I basically talked the junior cutie pie into stripping for me. I kept calling her a boy. Eventually she wanted to prove to me that she truly was a split-tail. I, of course, like any respectable horny bullie had to inspect, touch, wiggle, grab, fondle and rub everything female. However, at 10 the next door neighbor girl wasn't so willing to prove her femininity. But with the strategic use of a steak knife this cutie pie decided pulling her panties down was preferable to a trip to the hospital or morgue. Not only was this junior cutie pie inspected, touched, wiggled, grabbed, fondled, and rubbed - she was butt humped, face fucked, beaten and strangled. Unfortunately - at that particular point in my life I understood basic sex but strangling cutie pies was not my forte. I had watched too many movies and T.V. shows to understand that unconsciousness didn't necessarily mean death. That junior cutie pie was waiting for me - along with her parents - when I returned to my house. Lucky for me - the junior cutie pie's parents thought a few $ from my parents and a promise that I would get "help" was more important than calling the police. And true to their words my parent's "helped" me. My mother using my oldest sister as a for real sex toy showed me everything sex had to offer. (And being a good little boy I practiced with my sister or mother almost daily. My father showed me there was more to strangulation than unconsciousness. (Besides, I think I told you already, but in old Egyptian tradition the eldest daughter always has her virginity taken away by the eldest (first born) male in a ceremony called "The Dance of the Seven Vails." Of course in old Egyptian it's pronounced different.) Anyway - the cutie pie presenting herself - does somekind of ceremonial dance while stripping off seven different dresses - not actual vails. By the time dress #7 hits the floor you have this horny or pretend horny adolescent female - perky titts, hairy little love flower, soft, round butt and all humping each male's knee. Eventually tradition demands that she offer herself to her oldest brother. And in front of God and everyone the junior cutie pie becomes a full blown woman. However - in some cases - cases like mine my sister wasn't as anxious to become a woman as tradition requires. So, my mother joined "The Dance of the Seven Vails" and at the appropriate time not only held my sister down but spread her (my sister's) legs apart so I could rip her pussy out of its frame. Once my sister was constituted as a full blown woman any males that wanted to join in with any female present - did so. Remember - Egyptian women are considered property. And mother's pussy, sister's pussy, female cousin's pussy, daughter's pussy is just that - Pussy. And what do hard dick men or boys do to just plain pussy? They put their hard dick deep in it - no matter whose pussy it is. Anyway, for the next several years mommy/sister pussy was satisfying. And a lot of female next door neighbors were happy and safe.



A letter about several of Jack's victims and a soon-to-be executed female inmate

5/10/mm2


Master Blaster,

Lord Neil and Lady Crystal,


What's love got to do with it? Do you realize that most cutie pies will drop their panties quicker with a knife to their throat or gun to their head than they will for true romance? Did I tell you that Stephanie Gach had perky, softball sized titts with delicious grape sized nipples? Betty Jo Richards - well formed baseball sized titts with small nipples but they stand at attention. Frances Aileen Pruitt had old whore drug addicted, droopy, half-filled water balloon titts with soft, somewhat ugly titts. Phillis Grahm - tiny little melted wax, droopy flaps of skin type titts. Susan Hill - big fat cutie pie floppy titts with nipples as big as the head of my dick. The eight year old - nice sized nipples on what looked like large mosquito bites. Oh - my sister - soft ball sized titts with easily excited grape sized nipples - Her titts do have several bite mark scars and one small knife scar - I wonder how those scars got there and as a point of fact, how do I know those scars exist? I'm psychic and my sister is a cum cock slut (CCS for short) And Mother Dearest - big Anna Nicole Smith/Marilyn Monroe heaving mounds of feminine flesh that beg to be grabbed, kissed, sucked and nibbled on. Oh and my cousin Susan in Connecticut 38Ds with deliciously excitable nipples, cocaine white, blemish free, soft, swaying to a special rhythm, globes of sensual femininity. Oh - Gay Albritton cutie pie #2 - the old melted wax, droopie flaps of skin. Gay's main assets were her legs, her ass, and her big pussied love flower that could handle an elephant or a mosquito.

Tonight - actually tomorrow at 12:01 A.M. the state of Alabama will execute it's first woman in 125 years - Lynda Lyon Block. She and her husband killed a policeman in a shoot-out. I wish the state would let me fuck her to death. She is getting a few miles on her but she hasn't reached that ugly stage yet. Besides - Pussy is pussy.

Today would be a perfect day to be trolling for cutie pies around these parts. It's hot. It's humid. The Gulf water temp is in the upper 80's. Bikini clad cutie pies from young, bald pussied, virgins to old, adult diaper wearing snot-cocks. They're everywhere! They're everywhere - except prison.

Sometimes my sister didn't want to pull her panties down she would tell me - "I'm afraid I will get pregnant." When she said that I would put her on her tummy and say; "Yes, you can get pregnant. You can get pregnant." Then I would put my hands around her throat and say; "You may get pregnant but if I don't get my dick wet you will be dead." Just as I finish saying that - her panties would always hit the ground and she would try her best to be a cumcock. Even though she never resisted very much - I would always be as physically abusive as possible. Now I don't think my sister can even kiss anyone unless she is slapped or kicked. She absolutely can't have a sexual climax unless she is roughed up.

Hey - I got to stop - the mail is being picked up early so the camp can be locked down for the execution.



Your psychotic

best-est pen pal

J



A letter to an 8-year-old murder victim



06/19/mm2


My Dearest Mini-Mommy,

I owe you an apology. Ever since 1991 I had thought as I spread your little chubby butt, surprisingly shapely legs and penetrated your bald, sweet, fat-lipped pussy and you kept looking towards your nude, tied up mother – I always thought you were begging her to help you. Now that I have read your latest letter to me I suddenly realize you wanted her to join us – not physically defend you. I am so sorry for the mistake. I hope you can forgive me. Just between me and you; you made the better lover. After you stopped playing our wonderful sex game – I did eventually rape your sloppy cock maw twice and sodomize her once – but still; the thrill of the whole event was you. Do you remember when I drug the head of my excited dick just along the outside of your hairless pussy lips – just pretending to penetrate the childish baby-fat of your inner thighs, barely caressing my balls was so delicious. Each night since our date – I see your face in my mind’s eye. The super surprised look on your round, pouty lipped face as I penetrated you so deeply, I could actually see an impression of my hard dick on your blemish free white tummy. Your sloppy cock mother was like trying to fuck a storm sewer or some cow elephant. But you – you were tight and firm, well lubricated, smooth and your clit was like a young green twig – still, bendable but totally unbreakable. It was almost a shame to end up hacking it off. Oh well – shit happens. Your old cum cunt mother’s clit was limp and hairy. Hell, you could have hung a for real cow bell off of it. I do not believe that I am exaggerating when I say a regulation NFL football could be pushed inside her sloppy, cum dripping cunt with no pressure at all. The woman didn’t have a pussy. She had a portable garage.

Anyway, my Dearest Mini-Mommy, I do apologize for not allowing your mother to join us. She most likely licked your bald, sweet pussy quite often. Oh well – I drowned your cum cock mommy. You should have watched her face as she was drowned and strangled. As she fought to stay alive she kicked water all over the bathroom. She was so messy. Eventually she took the easy way out. With her eyes and mouth wide open she went into her death spasms. I guess she just figured that you and me would clean up her mess.

It’s been eleven years since we shared a USR. You were 8 years old the last time I felt the soft skin of your inner thighs. You’re what? Twenty now – I bet you are one fine dick sucking, pussy licking, butt fucking, sloppy cock, supple titted, big nippled, cum drunk, gutter hugging street slut – Oh wait a minute – You’re dead. You died - You died as I used my thumbs to stuff your panties down your throat. I did strangle you – just a little and place your adolescent but sensual body face down on top of your sloppy cock mommy in the bathtub. I was within a heartbeat of sodomizing your naked, graveyard dead body but I wanted my physical trophies and down come all too soon.

Rot in hell – Mini-Mommy,



The man that

raped and killed

you and your

sloppy cock bitch

slut mother
J



P.S. Write as often as possible.



The Murder of Frances Aileen Pruitt
06/28/mm2

Simulate, masturbate, penetrate, strangulate, mutilate, desecrate, decapitate – such lovely fun and a form of pure enjoyment.

Frances Aileen Pruitt was a street walking, drug-addicted prostitute. I was riding around one day looking for potential cutie pie dates. In my hometown of Birmingham there are several sections of the city where rent-a-cutie-pies hang out. If nothing else I’d go there to look to get energized so I will be more aggressive toward shopping mall cutie pies. Anyway, in the summer of ’92 I’m out roaming and looking. I end up at “prostitution hall� and Ms. Frances Aileen Pruitt invites herself into my van. Oh, what the hell? Why not? A prostitute who is willing to get into my van is easier than forcing some soccer mom into my van. And as already established – pussy is pussy. So, Ms. Pruitt says we can have a date for $20. Great! I have a $50 and a couple of $1’s. She asks me if I know where we can go and I say no. So, off we go under her directions. Nothing really matters to me. I had already decided to eliminate Ms. Francis Aileen Pruitt.

We find a spot – we kiss a little and she asks for her money. I give her the whole $50 and she is happy as a punk in a dick factory. We have one sloppy, tongue-twisting super slurp and I grab her by her throat and squeeze. The attack was so sudden she was unable to fight back. During her initial stage of death spasms she did kick the van’s windshield and cause a spiderweb crack. Her right leg and foot went out the van’s passenger’s window and she kicked off the passenger’s side rear-view mirror. Eventually she lay spread eagle in the reclined passenger’s seat – left foot on the van’s dashboard and her right hanging out of the passenger’s side window. I take my knife and plunge it into the very center of her throat. The knife is 11� long and to my total surprise my entire knife – handle and all – disappears in and down her throat. My only real concern is; she can’t keep my knife and I think of how messy it is going to be to retrieve my knife. I end up sticking my whole hand down the hole in her throat. I guess because she is already dead and has no blood pressure it isn’t all that messy.

Once I get my knife back I strip her nude, open up the passenger’s door and very unceremoniously dump her nude body in the dirt. Not feeling satisfied I drag her body behind the van and stab her 70 plus times. I rip open her tummy and remove anything I feel is female. And I decapitate her except for a small flap of skin. I hack off her breasts and beat her face in with a large ball peen hammer. I leave her with a stick shoved in her pussy so far that the end of the stick comes out of the large hole I ripped in her tummy.

Ms. Frances Aileen Pruitt’s husband was a mid-level drug dealer and the police arrested him. They knew he wasn’t guilty of murdering his wife but they did not have enough evidence to convict him on drugs. I let Mr. Steve Pruitt go all the way to his sentencing hearing before I explained the situation to the police and criminal courts. By that time I already had 2 death sentences and one life without. Mr. Steve Pruitt ended up pretty lucky. He sued for false arrest and false imprisonment and a bunch of other civil rights violations – And I guess he has one of the most unique settlements. He got an undisclosed amount of $ -- all of his cases were dropped and today he is still a mid level drug dealer and operates with pretty much total immunity. Oh well – poop happens.
J



Sort of Like Anna Nicole Smith


8/13/mm2

My Darling Susan Hill,

If I remember correctly; the last time I saw you, you lay totally nude, grave yard dead, you had been sexually assaulted and sexually mutilated. It is very obvious that you believe in the old axiom; stimulate, masturbate, penetrate, strangulate, mutilate.

Did I ever tell you how truly delicious you were? I will freely admit – even though you were a common super slut – you were uncommonly delicious. Sort of like Anna Nicole Smith with a functioning brain. I use the term; “functioning brain� rather liberally. Your brain was always divided in half. Fifty % wanted to suck a dick and 50% wanted to lick a pussy. But unlike Anna Nicole Smith you could make (almost) complete sentences. Like the last thing you said; “Oh, God no!� Oh well – “poop� happens and guess what? It happened to you.


Your last lover

P.S. Write again.



The Murder of Dr. Virginia Bryant


09/24/mm2


To all my little Jackholics – especially those that are rated; “cutie pie status� actually only those rated “cutie pie status� – the long arm of the law has put a stop to my; “Trolling for Cutie Pie Program.� And that is unfortunate for you. But try not to become discouraged. Predators never disappear – they just relocate and the next generation takes over. So, the next time you are alone and feeling good about your lifestyle and/or situation remember; Beezelbub (that’s a bad ass demon) is hiding in that van parked next to you or outside in the bushes or even waiting for you in an isolated church corridor or a college restroom of your closet. So although it will not be me L there are predators out there; somewhere for a panty pull. (That’s sort of like a “tractor pull� but it’s your panties being pulled.

I guess every town and city has its own area where intelligent nerd types gather to “kick the bo bo,� exercise, exchange ideas, jog and blah blah blah. Hey, some of those nerd cutie pies are hot as a lit match head and oh so easy to catch and play with. Anyway, “Highland Avenue� is Birmingham’s “nerd muscle beach.� Anyday – rain or shine – cold or hot – half dressed nerds, all running around spouting this philosophy or that. Young little cutie pie nerds separating themselves from the herd (A couple of them took a self defense class at the local “Y� and they imagine themselves as “Chyna� of the old WWF – In reality when faced with a for-real predator they are much more vulnerable than an “untrained� first day Girl Scout. “False confidence is a motherfucking killer.)

Anyway – one day I decide to troll the fishing grounds of Highland Avenue. Short ones, tall ones, fat ones, skinny ones – everything from Janet Reno to Anna Nicole Smith to Ally McBeal is right there and totally oblivious to the landshark in the black 4x4 (Me J) One little cutie pie sheep separates herself from the herd. Sharks have pectoral fins. Land sharks have peckers and mine said – “Isolated cutie pie. This is not a drill. This is not a drill. Isolated cutie pie. Attack mode – Attack mode. This is not a drill!�

Doctor Virginia Bryant was wearing one of those one piece Olympic basketball shorts and those cute tennis shoes with the fuzzy little balls on them. Virginia was late 30’s or early 40’s, physically fit and not ugly. As she jogged along her thighs and butt jiggled with each step. She had firm lemon sized tits and grape sized nipples. This bitch is either stupid, dick hungry, crazy, suicidal or all four – because she went from separating herself from the safety of the herd to back alleys. To seldom used roads to totally isolated areas.

Eventually she placed herself in a no escape situation. She, me, and my van on an old seldom used back alley. On the left, a 15 foot high chain link fence. On the right, the back of continuous , windowless, two story warehouses. The alley was wide enough for the pick-up and single line pedestrians.

Once Dr. Virginia Bryant saw my gun she surrendered – saying; “Do anything you want to me (for god’s sake) don’t hurt me.�

Well – those lemon sized tits with the now fear excited grape sized nipples sure did look delicious and there was some type of a wild kittie under those backetball shorts.

V.B. almost casually laid on her tummy, placing her hands near the small of her back. – across the seat of the pick up. Using nylon wire ties – V.B. lost use of her hands. Sitting her upright and as federal law requires – attaching her lap and chest belt I explained to Doctor Virginia Bryant how this medical procedure would proceed. Any questions or objections she may have softly and respectfully stated with; “Please Mr. Rapist.� If a question or statement didn’t start with “Please Mr. Rapist� some thing painful would remind Dr. Bryant who was running this procedure.

Riding around looking for a honeymoon spot I noticed that V.B. looked a bit uncomfortable. So, I removed her shorts and cute little tennis shoes. My hand just naturally gravitated to her upper thigh and her kitty. With just a little slice or two her bathing suit top fell down – exposing those lemons and grapes. Ole V.B. enjoyed everything enough she didn’t resist. It wasn’t long before I was deep inside her kitty. The louder she grunted the more excited it made me. Eventually it was, “Mr. Rapist this Mr. Rapist that� a lot of “oh gods� and continued grunting. In fact she only stopped making noise when her legs shook with her death spasms.

My black on black 4x4 was less than six months off the show room floor. So mutilation of V.B. in the truck was a no-no. Opening up the passenger’s door, it was more like dumping a trash bag out than a human body. Splat! Using a handful of hair I drug V.B. over to a small ditch. After several stabs to her chest and stomach – a spinal column sized viewing slit to the throat – those grape sized nipples and clit ended up in baggies. Her sports bra and bikini panties went to my collection. And Dr. Virginia Bryant’s office had to reschedule her appointments. I wore her pussy like a condom J

Anyway, hang in there all those cute, adoring Jackholic cutie pies. There is a predator out there waiting for you. And when he comes ago – just surrender. It will be easy on you and it puts a chill on the predator’s high.



I Know Two Things About You


Note: The ten-year anniversary of the murder of Trawick's final victim, Stephanie Gach, was on October 10th, 2002. I sent Jack an anniversary card from Stephanie. This was his reply.



10/17/mm2


My Dearest Stephanie Gach,


You may fool the rest of the world - but I know two things about you that is true as satan's evilness: #1 Oct of '92 you were selling your love flower for drug money - in the back parking lot of Eastwood Mall. #2 I followed you back to your apartment complex - You got in my van - showed me your "love flower" and after negotiating a price - I put my hands around your throat and squeezed. Your legs kicked a little, your eyes bugged out as I felt the small bones of your throat crush. Once you were beyond saving I pushed an 11" knife deep into your chest. All in all - I know you did not send me a tenth anniversary card. You are graveyard dead. And since I do not believe anyone can communicate with the dead - my anniversary card must have come from Mary Kate Gach - Stephanie's loving mother. Regardless I truly appreciate the card. It reminds me that directly after I dumped Stephanie's (almost) nude body on an illegal trash dump - I went to my cousin's birthday party.

The previous murder - Frances Aileen Pruitt - the victim (Ms. Frances) was stabbed 70 plus times - her neck was ripped open, love flower ripped open, blah, blah, blah - The only reason why Stephanie didn't receive the same treatment was; I couldn't get covered in blood. In Ms. Frances's case I was covered in blood - so much blood that even the van's instrument package had blood behind the glass (plastic). In Stephanie's case I had a party to go to. So, I couldn't get messy.

Anyway Stephanie, you are dead - grave yard, cold and purple, dead. But the card reminded me of the especially sweet moments we shared.

Oh Stephanie or whomever - the $50 bill that I offered you - is the same $50 bill that I offered Frances and that $50 was taken from another prostitute - weeks before the Pruitt murder.

Even if it is posthumously Stephanie - I want to thank you. All the cash you had in your purse I spent on gas to search for other cutie pies and to eat in style. Once again posthumously - Stephie if you had not been selling your "love flower" to help your dad and sister get high - you most likely would still be alive. Was all of it really worth it? It was for me. J I would do the whole thing again knowing death row was waiting for me. Watching you die was (is) worth it all.


Hang in there

Your Psychotic

pen-pal

P.S. Write ASAP -


The Murder of Lil' Kim


11/06/mm2


In ’91 I had the restaurant/antique store. The restaurant only had homemade apple and peach pies. No matter how good something is (food-wise) you get tired of it. So – sometimes I would go to a Quick-mart and buy the entire crew ice cream and sandwiches. I got to be friends with one of the Quick-mart cutie pies named; Kim. (Two “Kim’s� are in my scenario)

This cutie pie – early 20s – she loved smoking dope and was an unhappy newly-wed. I ain’t no charmer but Kim and I quickly became friends. I had a bunch of expired or totally charged up credit cards and some flash money. Anyway, we ended up with a Spring/Fall relationship.

One night I told her that I was going to a party and that I was picking up a pound of “wacky backy.� I asked her if she wanted to go along. She did J

I found an isolated spot on a seldom used road – (for my drug pick-up.) We sat there a couple of minutes – blah, blah blah. I put my left hand up her mini – my left hand held a knife to her throat. All she could say; (in a very quiet voice) “please don’t hurt me.� I assured her that if she went along with the program she would be home before midnight. The truth was; pussy or no pussy she would never see home again.

After some rough and exciting fore-play Kim decided it would be best for her if she played the game correctly. Young, tight pussy – a still clit – young firm supple tits, crimson red grape sized nipples. Once Kim satisfied me I pretended the worst was over. In fact she was sheepish by smiling as I wrapped my hands around her throat. I squeezed her throat so tightly that my fingernails dug deeply into her neck. She futilely fought back. But very quickly her bugged out, blood shot eyes let me know that “Lil’ Kim� was no longer of this world.

I, of course, needed to know that she was dead – so, I pulled her out of my truck – slit her throat, stabbed her in the chest a couple of times and sexually mutilated her.

Since Kim didn’t want anyone to know about me and her no one suspected me. I was talked to by the police because I was on the store’s security tapes – but I was aware of them initially. I never talked loud or spoke facing the tape machine. The police finally decided – Kim’s new husband – a street level drug dealer killed Kim because she was taking some of his stash.

Kim #2 – she was the main manager of my favorite “Blockbuster Video.� Once again, a little charm, a couple of nice but not too expensive gifts – and putting a set of brakes on Kim #2’s Z-car and I was “Prince Charming.� Kim #2 had legs on her that made every other female rather plain. And Kim #2 always wore skin tight spandex leggings with the foot loopes and some sort of a smock. Anytime she bent over to get a video you could see all the way to Christmas. And did I ever have a “Yule log� for her. Anyway, more on Kim #2 later.

[EdBecerra]

Originally Posted by StarSpawn

Otherwise you are just laying the ground work for another feudal society with *I have an armored car because I'm filthy rich, and it has an auto cannon, you have a pump gun, now give me your money, your teenage daughter and you weapons or i will blow you and your family to kingdom come*.
It always amazes me that gun crazies overlook that part of human nature.

Actually, no. It only ends up that way with people who aren't inventive enough, Star.

If you'll recall, the RAAB AU thread that crashed and burned mentioned a hobbyist who made his own armed drones from RC aircraft models and home made explosives.

Commonly available black powder rifles (specifically the Sharps buffalo rifle, in this case) have 1,000 yard range.

And those of us who are Eastwood fans remember his last Dirty Harry movie with the person who made RC cars from Radio Shack into "drive it yourself" bombs to hit people in the street.

Being rich is no longer a guarantee of security. We really can "reach out and touch someone."

Trust me, it's not a case of "I have money, I'll build myself a feudal lifestyle and push the common man around", it's a case of "I'm smart, I'm cunning, I've read The Poor Man's James Bond, I've watched Runaway, and I'm decent with a microchip and some software. I'll build myself a smart bomb and let IT do the killing and dying for me. Bill Gates thinks he's safe behind his compound walls? Let's see him handle this."

That's the biggest nightmare of the Secret Service, and of the Pinkertons, as well as Blackwater and so many other private security companies.

Technological democracy - the great leveler of society.

There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and no one to protect you ... except the protection of being someone who's popular enough with his neighbors, that they'll stand up for him and help him defend himself. And to do that, you either have to be a decent guy -- or one hell of a convincing sociopath with a silver tongue.

Be a nice neighbor, or be dead at the hands of a technologically adept mob - which may seem like a contradiction in terms at first blush, but when looked at closely, it's damned scary in its basic truths.

And it's only going to get worse. If I were of a mind to, I could cyberstalk someone to death. Literally to death. So could you. So could anyone on this forum with the right software tools.

Techno-democracy - we haven't seen anything like this since the days when everyone walked around with swords on their hips.

Gonna be an interesting future...

Ed.

[StarSpawn]

Originally Posted by blast flame

And what exactly makes the government any more trustworthy than the common man in this regard?

The fact that a goverment usually has an idea of the *common* good rather than Mr.*My way or the highway* Joe sixpack., i will always trust even a dictatorial goverment like the Pinochet regime to make a better judgement for m ost people than what 'Mr.Biggun' and his posse (They will always draws likeminded people) has in mind for all of us.

[nick012000]

Originally Posted by EdBecerra

And it's only going to get worse. If I were of a mind to, I could cyberstalk someone to death. Literally to death. So could you. So could anyone on this forum with the right software tools.

I'm pretty sure 4chan's done that before.

[StarSpawn]

Originally Posted by EdBecerra

*Snip*
Ed.

Mostly you are correct in some of your observations, the main point is that if i'm halfway smart + have a lot of money (usually goes hand in hand by the way) i can to a large degree insulate myself from most *low* tech approaches like that, + i will be the virtue of being rich and able to indulge myself even more in this world than rich people normally can, i can gather quite a bit of followers several of whom would for their own vestet interest in protecting me, while they gets some of the gravy by following me like teenage daugthers and extra cash.

[bookmonkey786]

Originally Posted by StarSpawn

Snip

WTF??
where did this come from and why is it on this board

[Tweeky]

Originally Posted by nick012000

I'm pretty sure 4chan's done that before.

It'd be nice if they did that to that wanker Samael3.

[consequences]

Originally Posted by Gosu

In addition, if C* tries to pin this heinous act on the FedSuns before 08/3028, public outrage may derail the marriage of Davion and Steiner. After all can't have poor Melissa marrying a planet-nuking insane ruler who then also leads the Commonwealth, right?

That would certainly appeal to C*, three birds with one stone. Though in this case it would still be Primus Tiepolo, not Waterly.

Tiepolo wouldn't do it, for a variety of perfectly valid reasons. He always realized that C*'s best asset was not putting the Successor States fully on guard against them. Within a year after Waterly started tipping C*'s hand by leaking classified information to opposing powers, Hanse started making them his unwitting accomplice in the dismantling of the CC by simply handing them misinformation to transmit.

I also think prior to 3028 is too early for C* to recognize the nature of the threat, fully localize us, and start cluing in to our opposition to them and operations that cross into what they consider to be their monopoly.

Also, before 8/3028, no one even thought that kind of military power projection was possible.

[VhenRa]

erm... apparently there is only 4 Hidden Worlds..

One of them got hit with a freak of nature asteroid or something... or so I hear.

[StarSpawn]

Originally Posted by bookmonkey786

WTF??
where did this come from and why is it on this board

It was a part response to what makes a mean man/woman, also to show that with people like this around we really don't have to look back for finding people who are *Mean*.
(His name is Jack Travick by the way)

[Magni]

Originally Posted by EdBecerra

*snip long ranting that has been in this thread at least half a dozen times*

*Sigh* Except that Mr. Rich Guy can do all that BETTER than you and can find ways to protect himseld BETTER than you and can hire people do it for him. No matter how you spin it, this is nothing but wishful thinking. And after the first 50 or so wannabee-vigilantes are lying six feet under, the rest tends to not fuck with the new order because they actually value their lives.

Being rich might not a be guarantee for security by itself. But investing that wealth into security very much is. The big guy will always have the better toys. And with the way technology progresses, this gap will widen, not close.

Face it, Ed: Your idealistic, government-less society will never exist in reality on any meaningful scale, because without direct divine intervention, it will always crumble down into a Somalia-esque shithole.

[blast flame]

Originally Posted by StarSpawn

The fact that a goverment usually has an idea of the *common* good rather than Mr.*My way or the highway* Joe sixpack., i will always trust even a dictatorial goverment like the Pinochet regime to make a better judgement for m ost people than what 'Mr.Biggun' and his posse (They will always draws likeminded people) has in mind for all of us.

Leaders with the common good in mind are the exception throughout history not the rule. Anyway we're getting off topic here, no matter if it is a good idea or not the US government is not likely to allow this sort of thing to happen.

[Gosu]

Originally Posted by blast flame

Leaders with the common good in mind are the exception throughout history not the rule.

Government attracts people who like power. But they are not the government, they only lead it. It takes a lot of time and a lot of bad decisions to make people decide that no government is a good idea again. Indeed, even most revolutions do not do away with government, they merely put in a new one.

Again, over ten thousand or so years of recent human history, the general prevalent human opinion seems to be that having a good government beats having a bad government but both beat having no government. Very few people seem to want to go back to the hunter-gatherer government-less existence of yore.

[Warringer]

Can we please stop arguing about that AGAIN?

Get back to the story!

Seriously I leave for two days to play some Spore and Ed makes you all stray from the story... AGAIN!

[rdde]

StarSpawn, linking it would be more courteous as it was not particularly central to your argument. It's more of an illustration. It also gives the sensitive people more of a chance to avoid getting traumatized or to avoid tripping any automated filters.

And can we get past this discussion about governments? I think it's been beaten to death in thousands of bars throughout the ages. If it tickles your fancy, replicate the discussion in some Antallos bar.

[DarkObelisk]

Originally Posted by blast flame

Leaders with the common good in mind are the exception throughout history not the rule. Anyway we're getting off topic here, no matter if it is a good idea or not the US government is not likely to allow this sort of thing to happen.

I was actually planning for the Government to heavily regulate sales since they can't ban them. Something like, one weekend a month of training & membership in an official state militia.

I have no illusions that there will be problems for something like this, there WILL be some wackos who will need to be put down. But after a period of adjustment, things should settle down.

I would be surprised if the number of deaths caused by heavy weapons would be even noticeable.

Hell, in the US we lose more than 40,000 people a year just to car accidents. What's a few more?

[Vianca]

Here is something for you guys to break apart and change to your liking.
It's as far as my writing kill will go.

So, what is it you wanted to show me, Mack?

This, ain’t it a beauty Daniel?
So saying, Mack pointed to his monitor were the 3D image of some sorta spaceship is slowy rotating in a technical drowing program.

What’s it supposed to be Mack?
I mean, I can see it’s somekanda spaceship…
But that’s all I can see, what’s it supposed to do Mack???

Why, it’s my proto-design of a new type of jumpship.
I’ve based it on all the data we’ve gotten from those Invader’s, if only I had info about jumpship-dropship design knowledge…
We really need those data cores, Daniel.

Mack….

Oke, oke.
By using what data we got from that scout, I’ve designed a general hull structure that can withstand engine thrust.
Now I know that a jumpcore uses up 90% of a jumpship it’s hull, but all those docking collars are able to bring that down to a some what more reasonable procents.
What I mean is that every docking collar can support 100,000(?) tons, now what if you used that to up the max weight the jumpship can be?
Now look here (Mack stops the 3D image to stop rotating and moves the arrow too the back end of the image), I’ve placed the whole engine section together with a dedicated fusion reactor and their fuel tanks to the back with help of a few docking collars.

A few?

Well, three really.
I needed the extra mass for four 37.500 tons max docking collars, combined with a identical set on the front part of the core, it will give it a modular armor that protects the main hull.
Each armor section has at it’s max a weight of 75.000 tons, that has to be enough mass to ad a few weapons and the like in them.

……

Now on the front off the core I’ve used most of the left over 10% to ad docking collars, including those four of the armor plates.
In the nose of the core section I’ve placed five docking collars, four of them are for the cargo bay section, though it could also be a weapons section.
The last one is for the crew deck, which could act as a temporary dropship.

Mack, stop dreaming.
We don’t have the needed knowledge to design or build such a ship.

Off course we haven’t, Daniel.
Why do you think I wished that we had those data cores????

Fine, Mack.
I came here to see if you wanted to go grap a bite and I really don’t want to argue with you.
So, shall we go grap some food in the cantine?

[PsyckoSama]

Originally Posted by evilauthor

He's talking about Battletech nukes, and everything BT has ragnarok proofing, remember?

The Devs have said that Btech fusion warheads aren't very different from our own. That means without constant mantiance they start to degrade.

[Barricade]

Originally Posted by VhenRa

erm... apparently there is only 4 Hidden Worlds..

One of them got hit with a freak of nature asteroid or something... or so I hear.

Shows us once again how utterly stupid the Spheroid thinking is. They have multi-kiloton dropships, and have the means to build nukes - even if expensive as all hell - and interplanetary drives that can move them from Earth to Mars in a matter of a day or two.

Why in the HELL did they not have the ability to stop said asteroid, or divert it?

[John117xCortana]

Which non-GDI held world has an orbital shipyard that can construct warships that is within striking distance of the GDI forces ?

[BBM]

Originally Posted by EdBecerra

Being rich is no longer a guarantee of security. We really can "reach out and touch someone."

Trust me, it's not a case of "I have money, I'll build myself a feudal lifestyle and push the common man around", it's a case of "I'm smart, I'm cunning, I've read The Poor Man's James Bond, I've watched Runaway, and I'm decent with a microchip and some software. I'll build myself a smart bomb and let IT do the killing and dying for me. Bill Gates thinks he's safe behind his compound walls? Let's see him handle this."

A entire society that solves its problems with terrorism, is not a better option.

Be a nice neighbor, or be dead at the hands of a technologically adept mob - which may seem like a contradiction in terms at first blush, but when looked at closely, it's damned scary in its basic truths.

Or spread some rumors that will get other people to kill for you.
And any incident can start an armed family feud.

Originally Posted by PsyckoSama

The Devs have said that Btech fusion warheads aren't very different from our own. That means without constant mantiance they start to degrade.

Depends if their fission or laser ignited.

[evilauthor]

Originally Posted by Vianca

Here is something for you guys to break apart and change to your liking.
It's as far as my writing kill will go.

Sounds like a conversation between a couple of civilians, maybe even high school or college kids.

Also needs some formatting fixes and spell checking... and a place/date stamp at the start.

Originally Posted by Barricade

Why in the HELL did they not have the ability to stop said asteroid, or divert it?

They probably didn't see it coming in time. Seriously, BT space surveillance is pretty laughable. They tend to focus on near space and standard jump points for obvious reasons... and that's when they have any space surveillance at all.

Of course, Earth's space surveillance isn't anything to write home about, but at least we LOOK at the entire sky.