Lycanthrope; The Angola Man

Another great short story from the up and coming novel, “The Werewolves of Deadwood.”
By Douglas S. Taylor

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Prelude: Another short story giving voice to the werewolf community and a note from the author, Douglas S. Taylor.

First off, thanks for dropping in on my most favorite part of the year and as for me, the best season of them all where nature sheds its dead any dying with the scent of burning leaves in the air. This blog is built, designed, and rocked by the dark creative powers of my tormented muses forged through my soul, heart, and mind.

Having a real go at it with the condemned creative spirits of my ancestors that are kicking up in a leaf-lifting small and chilling turbulence clearing a path before me as I stroll deeper in the core of my mind. Things have been hitting me really hard with life in general like I am on another plane of existence. Not that this is a bad thing, I am just more acute – my mind and soul as I have decided to close out the world around me and crank out my passion. If you came here to read this telling of the history of how “The Werewolves of Deadwood” came to be or in how the Lycanthrope has been with us through time in general then buckle up and enjoy this ride with me. This is going to be intense, four-dimensional, and deep. If you are a fan of the Werewolf in general and or are into “The Werewolves of Deadwood” in which I have a couple of short stories out here right now if you had not the chance to catch, “Tales From Under the Concrete, Volume I, Volume II, and with Volume III. It’s all on Amazon available Internationally. The links above are the links for Amazon’s American Site but you can pick them up anywhere in the world.

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Let’s now get deep and find out how the Lycanthrope became what they were throughout  history of mankind.

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Historical Introduction to the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy: The first archeological digs to uncover the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy was discovered in 1904 some fifteen kilometers northeast of Calandula at the Kalandula Falls on the shores of the Lucala River. This site would be proven as one of the oldest sites with carbon-dating nearly some ninety years after the initial find. Angola’s history is anything but kind to its native people. Moreover, much later as the years of the Portuguese conquest and the next few centuries of brutality, there was something deep in the jungles that only the white Europeans caught the faintest whispers about what would be called, “The Angola Man.” According to this darkly legend this myth, this story was thought out in the view of the Portuguese as a fable to keep the white Europeans from coming further inland. The Portuguese slave-traders, the trading posts and scant settlements began to keep an account of this legend as only a few, those native to the land captured claimed that this man, this creature had the ability to change into some sort of hideous monster with a sinister taste for human flesh. These accounts, hand-written by a Jesuit Priest near present day Calandula were sent by dispatch back to the Vatican and to Lisbon. The Vatican sent forth several additional priests as the information from the Portuguese priest.

The Vatican and for that matter, anyone else, would only find the rough frontier mission destroyed and as for the priest, no one had any idea. It would be a long journey, and painful one at that for the priests who attempted to find the author of the documents. By the time of the return to the Vatican, there was only one Jesuit that survived to give his personal account. Only vague rumors spread throughout the Angola region as the Roman Catholic Authority buried all the documents and the sworn accounts that would later be revealed centuries later. As for the sole survivor, he found himself succumb to some sort of unidentifiable infliction that those who attended to his needs realized that the priest was possessed by some evil demon. The account of this sole survivor’s death and those surrounding the events were buried right along side the records, accounts, and forbidden by the church to ever speak of this again.

As for the scholars, the telling of what the Portuguese took on the myth as the “Angola Man” became nearly forgotten. There was no more whisperings or claimed first-hand sightings or victims of the attacks. Some of the remaining natives claimed that those who survived the attacks were rounded up and killed off by fire and beheadings. It would be just be mere chance that this legend of the “Angola Man” would come about. Needless to say, the position of the Vatican claimed they knew nothing about what they called as some sort of hedonistic native superstition and nothing more.

Suppression of the “Angola Man” by the Vatican seemed assured. It would be a couple of centuries later and to the chagrin of the Vatican, that science would find its own path into the rediscovery of the “Angola Man” through combined efforts and discoveries beyond the reach of the Vatican.

Archaeology and those seeking by finds and connecting various dots across Europe, the Middle East, Africa of course, and the Americas.

It would be England and those of Oxford that began unveiling the fragments of the “Angola Man” mythology while investigating the European accounts of Lycanthropy. Highly skeptical as science should be scoured what little they could initially leading those of Oxford to find if there was, at the time, any evidence, any physical evidence.  Leading the investigation into Lisbon and finding some mythical tales uncovered some very old documents kept at a small church near the Spanish boarder. These documents, old, but, compelling, England had enough to finance an expedition into Angola. There near where the remains of the old mission was uncovered only driving Lord Victor James of the Royal British Museum with the  joint effort with the German anthropologist Dr. Fredrick Schmidt near modern day Angola  in the northeastern direction passed the village of Calandula at the Kalandula Falls on very shores of the Lucala River right where the research would prove the discovery solidifying the myth.

Lord James would later be called upon a discovery of near human creatures in the ancient cave paintings matching the same cave drawings in Lascaux to the most recent discovery of those in Chauvet, France dating back as 17,000 BCE. There in France would only have the paintings and the possibilities of a sub-species of earlier man, perhaps the ancestor of that of the “Angola Man,” and shear speculation at best. Still, there would come more from various areas of the world.

Older cave drawing would later be discovered in Australia and in the United States in Utah. The cave drawings of Nabascar, ancient day village of Sumer of 19,400 BCE were thought to be the oldest until the discovery in Angola’s Kalandula Falls  Site where only decades later through science would prove that Kalandula Falls is the earliest dating back some 48,000 BCE from remains of the second expedition through intensive DNA testing categorizing the shocking revelation of the “Angola Man.” As with the advent of DNA, the carbon-dating on the fossil remains of the first finds proved that the “Angola Man” was some 240,000 years ago.

During the second expedition into Angola by England was well under way. Lord Victor James found himself once again, leading the second expedition of the “Angola Man.” Oxford, England would become the epicenter of the scientific community as far as the “Angola Man” was concerned. Unfortunately for England, Lord James, and the rest of the world would suffer World-War I. The furtherance of the “Angola Man” was to be shelved.

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After the end of WWI, Lord Victor James was asked to come and visit a very perplexing cave painting found in the state of Utah. There he could clearly see that the native American Tribe called the, Paiute Indian Tribe oldest known cave paintings, and yet, still older is the monolith carvings and cave drawings in the Moab Region of the state. Here is where a very strange monolith that Lord James believes shows what may look like the “Angola Man.” The ancestors of the Paiute Indians called, Pre-Indians, then later called, “Columbia Man.”

These drawings shown what scholars would call, “The transitioning of man to a raging wolf-like creature and then eating women and children. This was the only evidence showing a possible transitioning of a man, or in the Paiutes as a “Shape-Shifter.” It would be later in the summer of 1920 when Lord Victor James would discover along with the leading scientific American, Dr. Wally Davidson that between the “Columbian Man” and the Notah or the Ute People who settled around 12,000 years ago in this region that the Paiute People briefly, through supremacy in numbers caused the Ute People to relocate. This was also noted in the three slightly different styles of art. Dr. Wally Davidson’s task was specifically keep everything between the Ute People and the treaties set forth by the American Government.

The timeline was most important for the three teams to establish a timeline of first who where the first humans that settled into this region which began as early as 14,000 years ago by the “Columbian Man.” The “Columbian Man” were the first settlers into this region and there was more evidence through cave and monolithic carvings to show that the similarities between the different native peoples had in common other than the present day language of the various people in the region. The “Shape-Shifter” as it were, was among the Columbian Man, later around 8,000 years ago, the Paiute up to and around 2,500 years only to abandon the region. The Ute People entered and remained in the region around 1,200 ADE. The Ute People seemed to have the upper hand to fight off these cannibalistic people with the advent or introduction of the bow presumed a date some time during the early fifth century ADE when the second wave of the Ute People conquered or driven out the “Shape-Shifters.” Both cave and monolithic carvings spelled out the accuracy that would definitely be most appreciated all this evidence from Lord Victor James and the United States leading Archaeologist, Dr. Wally Davidson. Following both the physical evidence in remains and drawings from the stone in Moab shown that some time around 1540 ADE the reintroduction by the Spanish, the horse.

During 1924, unique as well as perplexing shown the old graves of various human changes of the shape-shifting through the skeletal records. Again, every known shape-shifting grave site shown signs of the use of fire as well as decapitation preformed by the Ute People that also collaborated with the timelines, the Ute People’s tellings, as well as an abundancy of physical evidence of such a creature. In the eyes of Lord Victor James, the “American Shape-Shifter” was somehow the same sort of sub-species to the Homo-Sapiens-Sapiens found in Africa before the war. Lord James believed that the “Angola Man” described as some sort of huge jackal-like creature plaguing the local Angola Tribes. Lord James in his ailing condition coupled with his aging years was sent back to his homeland where he would spend the reminder of his life rallying the “Angola Man” and the American finds in Southern Utah as one of the very same species of man.

Lord Victor James’ efforts into convincing the English Academia in the spite of all the evidence, he could not be right. Some speculate that Lord Victor James did not succumb to a natural death but silenced by his own nation’s government. The monarch of England who championed covertly into Lord James’ two expeditions into Angola and his tireless efforts in America also publically denounced Lord James’ conclusion. Officially he died of a simple heart failure during the early hours of August 20, 1926. British Academia, the Royal British Museum along with Oxford removed all information collected from the brilliant mind and his finds from Africa from the public along with volumes of his unofficial and obviously suppressed data from the eyes of the public.

It would be his progeny some 90 years after his death that blew the lid right off the suppressed data and physical evidence to include information of the assassination of Lord James and the darkly kept secret of the collusion of the royal family.  The United States also suppressed all the information, physical evidence, along with with the deaths of both teams lead by, Dr. Wally Davidson to include himself. According to local papers and the outcry of the local people that the ill-fated train robbery in which the final destination to Washington D.C. went down near Woonsocket, South Dakota. None survived the train robbery, the dynamite used to destroy any kind of evidence. The official story of so called, local eye-witnesses said the train robbery was conducted by regional Sioux tribes in February, 23 of 1928.

The official story to many was nothing but some kind of fabrication of a clandestine staged robbery by the United States Army. There was absolutely no proof outside the testimonies of the witnesses of Woonsocket that the local Sioux tribes had anything to do with the outright killings and destruction of evidence conveniently swept under the rug.

Again, like America’s counterparts in England so too the results of deception and destruction of evidence, the scientists, any anything to do with the research in the Moab region met a very mysterious end would be proven a full century later that the various conspiracy theories were proven true and the long dead eye-witnesses would be found that they perjured themselves opening up what later proved as the Woonsocket Conspiracy as well as the very least as a complacent government. It would be the research to formerly charge those working in the Pentagon, the US Congress leading up to the Calvin Coolidge Administration who would remain President of the United States until March 4, 1929.

The United States would quickly be thrown into “Back Tuesday” of October 29, 1929. So, it would seem the nation would have far better things to formerly look into the possibilities that the Coolidge Administration and the US Army’s involvements in the Woonsocket Conspiracy. The nation would have to wait nearly 100 years later for the truth and the world-wide empirical evidence of the extraction of the DNA of the “Angola Man” and new evidence gathered in Moab, Utah that the two major finds were practically identical in every way.

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The United Nations decided that the pulmonary DNA findings from America would be sent to the Brussels’ Human Genetics Medical Research Center for further studies on behest of the Russian Republic and the majority of the NATO countries. The United States Government reluctantly complied giving more suspicions.

The United States’ findings to include the DNA flew out of Washington DC. However, the material to include 224 passengers and crew was never seen again only adding more mystery and the condemnation upon America. Moreover, the conspiracy theories thrived showing enough information once again to prove how corrupt and what would be later to be proven as the “Lycan Conspiracy.”

There was enough DNA evidence to prove once and for all, the data, the remains, to include the additional findings far from the reach of the infested corrupt American Government. Russia had turned over additional DNA and archeological findings. The Brussels’ Human Genetics Medical Research Center proved once and for all that the history books would need to be re-written. Scientists concluded that there is a separate species and dubbed it, “Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy.”

The new data not only challenged the current scientific narrative as well as the major religions that there was always Homo-Sapiens-Lycanthrope walking among us. It is also made clear since, “Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy” is its own species of mankind, that there was no cure or gene therapy as in a cure to change a Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy or in the vernacular, werewolf into or back into a human. Most of the ancient stories, religions of old, and pre-history is proven right with the few exceptions to include;

The moon does not hold its sway over a shape-shifter which is a werewolf
Werewolves are not allergic to silver or a silver bullet lethal
Werewolves natural state for humans bitten are in their original human form.
Werewolves natural state for Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy is that of the Werewolf.
Religious artifacts of any kind to include New Age beliefs and icons do not
work to protect one from a possible attack or drive a Shape-Shifter off.
Human, Homo-Sapiens-Sapiens cannot get infected with the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy genome only through being bitten, body fluids, and through open wounds.
Once a human is infected by a Shape-Shifter there is no known “cure” or tradition to change back to just being a human.

During the chaotic times in this new age of discovery of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy, the Vatican came forth with the information only at the point of the smallest nation in the world would fall prey to the external forces as well as darker forces from within. As the death of the Vatican and thusly the Roman Catholic Church was imminent, the sacred records along with a sea of files, documents, computer data, pictures, and studies secretly conducted by the Vatican since 1910 had knowledge of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy and the fact that the Lycans was, at the time, alive, and the barbaric dogmatic testing conducted.

A violent end of the Vatican and its tens of centuries of misdeeds finally succumbed. From the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy genetics gave the scientists and the medical community all information world-wide. Humanity is not alone. The Homo-Sapiens-Lycanthrope detection and exposure processes were handed over to the U.N. as well as the various superpowers of China, Russia, and India were given for further weaponizing chemical and biological studies into such weapons that could be sprayed under the cover of Chemical Trails, public water, and all European Lycan Control Centers or the EULCC. The EULCC morphed into a newly formed borderless advanced military throughout Europe. The propaganda against Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy in France and Germany fanned out to the far reaches of the world as the “Great Culling” of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy has begun.

Before all out war was declared upon the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy, many were brought into remote concentration camps in Poland, Lithuania, Holland, and Denmark. Norway would be the first to begin the death camps for the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy in their final solution. However, the truth became public in Norway and this caused the very beginning of the “Pro-Lycan Movement,” and a growing threat to all those offering a final solution for the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy. In this tumultuous period of civil unrest revealed  a much darker creature webbed throughout humanity while during the “Great Culling” and power-grab that dwarfed Hitler and his Nazi Party. This creature is known as the vampire and resulting in two distinct groups later to be easily defined.

As history will reveal that the main driving force in such governments for the “Final Solution” or the “Great Culling” period was none other than the vampires and those under the vampires’ control. These facts revealed did little more than push those governments and the majority of people to swell the ranks of the “Pro-Lycan Movement.”

The humans now had the perfect war. In Russia the Lycans would proven entirely too numerous throughout the wilderness and the Siberian regions. The chemicals and biological agents didn’t work as promised and some speculated it was these chemicals and the biologicals that are responsible for the modern day vampire. Those that were captured alive found that the modern day vampire was not a third species of human but those infected with the K-17 Virus.

Again, some even postulated that the K-17 Variant was used in the processes of the leading biological weapons. Others claim that the United States is at fault for the FDA and the Atlanta Disease Control along with a long list were responsible in the covert operations conducted with the help of the CIA in getting the variant, the flawed variant into the bloodstream of the human species. In America, these K-17 variants proven ineffective on the Lycan. Those Humans who were ordinary Homo-Sapiens-Sapiens affected by the botched K-17 Virus definitely began effecting the general public. The K-17 Virus as history shows turned humans through a couple of three stages before become a modern-day vampire. The beginning of an effected were experience what is coined as the, “First Death.”

The First Death would be suffered only to those former humans that had direct exposure to include the United States Armed Forces, secret agencies, the CIA, and, well, a morbid spectrum in society. The First Death phase lasted the infected for three to five days. These bodies left alone without incineration, decapitation, and to include liquefaction processes would evolve quickly into all the symptoms of being the undead as in ghouls and zombies. Those in this second stage would be highly infected and this K-17 variant would be passed from the infected undead state to the victim only if the victim survived an attack. The third phase of the K-17 victims would then morph into what would be considered a normal human being. The modern day vampire would remain in this state until its final or “Second Death” by the same means of extermination as to the second phase. The modern day vampire proved that vampirism is very much alive as with those in control of the world banks, the Federal Reserve in America along with many members of Wall Street. It seems as if some horrifying payback of karma fell upon the beloved 1% of the world’s richest. This fact alone was one of the key ingredients of the redistribution of trillions upon trillions of untold riches. Some go as far as they could in helping out karma since she moves a might slow.

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Then came the RU-486 that would prove to be the mutually destructive in both effecting the Lycan and those either turned or bitten to a hideous death. In the newly discovered modern-day vampire would grow intolerant by sunlight driving them to the darkest lairs and ancient ruins throughout the world. Still, the Lycans were to be exterminated as the RU-486 would keep these shape-shifters from changing into their much stronger natural selves making the final solution easer in America as well as Europe in spite of the growing movement for the Lycans. As the movement grew into the “Pro-Lycan Party” or the PLP that became engulfed in Europe as well as Russia, China, and India. The public grew weary of the decimation of the Lycans. France, Germany, Norway, Italy, and England were forced to the Lycan Peace Processes beginning after the Monarchy of England were brought forth like in Medieval times to be executed because of their vampire conspiracies. It is also noted that the horrid truth is that the British Royal Family were vampires, vampires like the Rothschild Banking Cartel were all stemming from the ancient Germanic Vampire bloodlines. A grandiose public display of separating heads from spine of not only the British Monarchy, but heads of the parliament were also put to the business end of the Executioner’s axe. It would later be proven that several of the executioners were of Lycan and this information would be only a footnote in the annals of history.

England, Wales, Scotland, and the British owned Northern Ireland became awash in debt-free power, wealth, and the end of “British Want.” These facts of the largest transference of wealth to the public would go down as the greatest of mankind’s history would attest.

The PLP Accord was reached only after the Lycan War sacking Moscow, Western Russia, and the devastating defeat of the Communist Chinese. The PLP Accord would ban any termination, detention, capture of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy species. Furthermore, the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy were not allowed hunt down and kill humans. The charge of “Murder” for the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy only applied to their own since Humans, normal humans, murder is defined as one human killing within the same species. 

The power and wealth transference changed the faces of all governments to include China as well. This period was the beginning of the “Second Golden Age” of social, medical, and scientific realms. The persecution of the Lycans would stop and force all remaining governments, independent governments to the table of the United Nations with the PLP Accord. Moreover, due to the high numbers lost amongst the ranks of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy, many who survived would choose to separate themselves from their human counter-parts due to fears, hatred, and persecution though outlawed, were to continue along with the use of the RU-486 Virus slightly modified to use against the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy. Illegal and those found using the RU-486 would be executed by local and regional laws provided from the guidelines of the PLP Accord.

The RU-486 would continue and infect the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy species driving them to near extinction. In the United States, the Department of Homeland Security under the new mandates of the PLP Accord pushed hard against the U.N. Resolution was actively instrumental by secretly lobbying with other elements resulting in the introductions of these bills and acts to Congress.

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The actions and conspiracy of the Homeland Security proven true that the last of the vampire covens where among and protected by this wretched Department. Homeland Security would be finally dissolved and all those that were a part of this vampire deception were executed in Washington D.C.

As many would come to realize that the vampire covens had a stranglehold not only over the Central Banking Cartels, but well among all major branches of government. The newly formed Federal Bureau of Investigation or commonly known as the FBI lead investigation after investigation purging the various parasitical vampire infestation.  Due to the newly aligned FBI, proved the older regime of the US Government in all three major branches were formerly under the direct control of the vampires in what was labelled as the “Shadow Government.” The FBI would continue to find additional vampire covens controlling most of the major Cabals other than just the banking and all three branches of US Government but well nested in the CIA and Pentagon to say nothing about the Military Industrial Complex. All of federal along with state and local governments would be purged from the various vampire covens’ controls.

Chancellor of England, Lord Richard Simmons was quoted, “Though the United States thinks its still a superpower and that of an Empire seems to have to be forced to clean its own house before making such a boast.”

Lord Richard Simmons would shortly later be proven right. As history has shown that as far as America was the last to sign the PLP Accord was the leading nation of the vampire infestation stemming from the fascist banking cartels in 1913 through the beginning of the “Second Golden Age.” For America would indeed have to wait until the vampire covens would be exterminated. History would show the bloody extent of the vampires’ involvement in the most insidious acts against humanity from the Spanish-American War and later show as key players in the American Civil War. There seemed to be no end in sight as to the wickedness and the seduction of the American Public and those of its former ally nations.

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The American public broken of the parasitical government turned its focus in the eradication of these covens and the various cabals, corporations, and other organizations. As far as the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy in America, many feared that they are either migrated out or died within the US Boarders. Nevertheless, the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy definitely faded into urban legends in the Eastern Regions of the United States to include the West. Some agencies in the American South claims that the last remnants of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy are in small pockets in the remote areas. Other agencies claim that several Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy “Packs” are very much alive and well. As to the truth of the Homo-Lycan-Lycathropy in America is uncertain…

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There I was, you guessed it, knee-high in entrails after a very powerful explosion as I smell the C4 filling my nostrils still fresh in the air above me as I walked into what was left of a gutted building. I then fasten my oxygen mask to my helmet array. The blast leveled 6 city block vaporizing everything in that radius. Good thing in a way that I wasn’t any closer to the blast and falling debris, you would be using an Ouija Board to talk to me.


You, see, it wasn’t me that did the detonation, but those I have been tracking down like a bloodhound. The ones responsible for this hideous act of terrorism is nothing more than a couple of CIA and MASAD agents posing as ISIL/ISIS in a false-flag psych-ops. I am shocked that the Corporation Cabal didn’t try to persuade the Federal Government that has failed us all so miserably that this act was planned and carried out directly by us.


Just be a remarkable chance earlier this morning, my facial recognition confirmed two out of a possible four to six cell

team is definitely in the area. This might be my lucky day, I thought. Unfortunately, too fucking late for all the untold folks killed in the blast. Seems that I have been a step behind them. I have my new orders now, and these sons of bitches ain’t getting away. Once again, the world will know the truth about this mass killing of the public.


My Helmet’s HUD Display came online through my black facemask — Non-reflected of course. Green lights told me from within that the live stream is in sync with the world wide web via satellites. I want every soul to know what is going on as more people across America are driven to our cause after Los Angeles was leveled by a nuclear missile from an American Boomer running silent and not so deep. Truth managed to get out and this false-flag disaster killing millions of people and maybe more kicked off the new civil war. I must admit, looking back, the Corporation Cabal is doing a fantastic job of getting people off their asses and forcing them, us all, to make a choice.

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Yeah, the same old shit that fools every American to this very day is losing its grip making all question everything and finally stopped listening to the Cabal – The Federalists, aka the Fascist Regime. A few bad presidents later, I mean, quite a few since Woodrow “Sell-Out” Wilson. Personally, I would not call this rebellion against the establishment a “Civil War” but to overthrow the Nemesis of the U.S. Constitution.


Hence, the name was given to us all who have a dog in the fight, “The Constitutionalists.” For myself, I never believed in either the Democrats or the Republican Parties. To me, those slack-jawed motherfuckers were all one of the same. Man, I am the dog in this fight, and I am far from being the only one.


Here in the now. I am all dressed up for the occasion as I knew high over my head was a Predator Drone with a Hellfire II Missile with my name on it. So, I have to stay focus because of this slight issue of being a new crater with my DNA all over it. Meanwhile, the fires, the smoke, and debris still in the air would give me enough cover to at least track these twinkled-toed motherfuckers down.

 
Nevertheless, today, today is different and in this dream, I was in my element  — My training never left me, never faltered, never failed. Moreover, that was a completely different time and a different government that I faithfully served. Now, right now is a completely different geopolitical world. New alliances made. The Corporation Cabal attempted to buy the Russians into the mix. I reckon the Cabal thought the Russians are brain-dead or something. Since the millions lost in Los Angeles, Seattle, San Francisco, and Portland, Oregon, the Russians stuck it to Washington D.C. not to mention, Maryland in quite the surprise. The Russians never launched a nuke, and would never stoop to such levels as the Cabal – But any government and or regime has its own corruption. The Russians are far from being halo-wearing self-righteousness like the Federalists.

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The Russians hacked into the NSA using a variant of the NSA code, yeah, these fuckers are more of a help than an opposing force. The incompetence of the NSA is our best friend, this is what I am saying. Anyways, with all these hacks, we got control of a few satellites and complete control of all the nukes still sitting all along our territories west of the Mississippi.This, nothing short of a full-blown miracle. A few SUK-57s later and Andrews, what was left who didn’t jump sides knowing who really is the enemy was pounded into the historical archives along with Langley and of course, the CIA Headquarters. Obviously, that the CIA caught wind of this just before the air-strike by our Russian “comrades.”

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As I maneuvered through the outer region of the blast, I manage to get back on track in hunting these dogs down. I thought, how in the hell am

I going to get through the vaporized zone. Then realizing that I am moving through some very hot spots would wipe out any tracking by infrared and such. Besides, there is enough shit in the air to cloak me enough.


Soon, I found them all above a nearby highway bypass high-fiving each other as I got Facial IDs showing who they are and who they are really working for. However, I find it shameful to have to say that these assholes are CIA as I zipped two perfect headshots. Closed caskets for those lads and now for the remaining four assholes. The clock is ticking and until air support comes in, I am at the mercy of this damned situation. I needed a fast way to get up there and get those ducking their fucking demise. Then with all the shit around to include the very same on-ramp they must have used to get up there.


I can’t stay where I am at. I know any moment that Hellfire II would pick up my signature as I could see the remaining guys yelling and crying into the radio in English of course. My heart pumping enough adrenaline through my system, I have only one thing on my mind and that’s to get these four remaining zipper heads some lethal booster shots.


I went into a really dark place into the depths of my soul. It is my primary objective to wipe these ass-clowns off the face of the planet. I have not failed a mission and I wasn’t going to break my winning now.


I manage to make it up to the highway’s on-ramp and up to the bypass. Odd, that the remaining four would actually stay low and now attempting to fire back at me. Obviously, mistake number three for them as returned fire as flashes from my weapon chopped them up double-quick time as those standard bullets didn’t have any effect on my outerwear. I quickly reloaded as I grabbed the radio and then I turned, jumping off the overpass, drop, roll, and found cover in the nick of time as the Hellfire II struck the area I was just at a couple of seconds ago. I didn’t have time to watch the last guy die as he was choking up some dark blood.

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The explosion is intense as I am now ground level behind a huge chunk of concrete. I can’t believe this wonderful armor suit. I smiled as the fireball is going around engulfing me. Naturally, without the suit, I would have been fried a long time ago. Man, I have to going to have to send DARPA a goddamned “Thank You” card. Yeah, a good thing for the latest body armor from DARPA. I don’t think any of those assholes would mind. You know, their stuff being used for good…


For a change…


Now, in the all-clear, double-checking my weapon and suit to include all my systems in the green, yeah, I find myself very impressed with all this new technology that didn’t quite make it to the Federalist since we tracked down the shipments being hauled by train across New Mexico. Special Forces, my gang, we got ours first, and right away, anyone fighting on the front lines got theirs. Once the technology of this suit was jacked, we went into full production by the time Texas fell to our control. It didn’t take much for Texas to see things our way. I mean for fuck sakes, it’s Texas after all, and most already saw things on the same channel, sort of speak.


When the Federalists tried their damnedest to send in their Army and Air Force remaining to kill their own families, well, another great mistake by the Pentagon now laying in waste. Not even a scratch on good ole’ Abe. I cannot say that for the rest of D.C.


My com still silent and I had my orders accomplished. I changed direction to the east. My communication equipment is working fine. Combat Operations for this mission is just east of the Indiana border. My ass needs to get to the landing zone or it’s going to be a long walk to Indiana.

 
I have some time to reflect a bit on this morning’s events leading up to this moment. The only thing I am sorry about as my ears are still ringing from the new blast is the fact, “Too bad I couldn’t get to these motherfuckers earlier…” In the dream, I sure was contrite about that fact. So many families wiped out.

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An indicator is flashing letting me know that I am running low on my oxygen tank feeding into my helmeted mask. My head’s up display and digital readouts were still working great and as I hid there under the ruins of concrete, I could not believe my luck as fortune does favor the foolish. The CIA drone dropped altitude in hopes of finding whatever that remained would give them one of the glowing warm-hearted feelings back at, “Lost in the Fucking Woods, Maryland. Oh, the damned look in their faces as they would think they snuffed out all the loose ends of this slaughter only to find out the public fall out once again adding to a very long list of reasons for people joining up with us, the Constitutionalists.


My auto-tracking picked up another target quickly approaching from the air from the easterly direction coming in fast.


It’s the damned drone that is banking sharply into my favor as I had the bird all locked in via my HUD display and synchronizing my weapon in nanoseconds. “Come to papa, bitch!”


I honestly don’t know if the good folks at the new CIA Digs got to see the end of my weapon pissing out lead sending the craft into a fireball. I avoided another death sentence and I quickly moved away and heading to my L.Z.


Man, I am indeed fortunate today and just imagining the long and shocked faces at looking at their large HD 4k displays going abruptly dark. That brought a smile to my otherwise, melancholy stone face.


Moving quickly to a ravaged bus, I hid there for a few seconds as I heard a cloud of voices coming over that handheld radio asking if, “The team” is okay. They were demanding a SitRep. Oh, I had one for them, it is gonna break their fucking hearts as I told them their bad news.


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“All is lost and I am streaming this shit live to all the good people of the world in real time. You are not getting away with another 9/11 today, bitches.” Anymore, they or my forces would lock into this signal and today, I just didn’t feel like being blown to bits.


As for the streaming of all that I am doing, I just figured out there amongst the sea of dancing eyeballs would be some people cheering me on. I also know that Google is NSA and Google owns YouTube. They could shut down the feeds but organizations seeing things our way already are sending all this shit across the Internet. The NSA and the CIA can’t block out everything.


I ditched it among the smoldering bodies all over the bus. I made a run through all the shit just as my tank of air was exhausted. Still, I had my filtration that would remove some ninety-five or more percent of the toxic smoke.


I have to make it to the extraction point where those like me from the same military background of whatever we saw, did, hear, or told never happened. Nothing we could put on a resume — Bet that – would wait to get the hell out of here.


Chicago’s north side and western regions fell into our control and it is a matter of time before the east would fall as well. As far as the rest of my home state is concerned, we’re all as one. This, all of this right here, does my heart good saying that. It really does.


Then a Cobra Helo crossed over the cluttered street of burning cars and those inside. There is nothing I could do for any of them. My HUD said, it is one of ours as a sigh of relief came over me. I could see they had a lock on me and via the technology; they had me pegged as one of our own.

 
I know the gunship is giving us cover now. Yeah, there was more than just I alone as the others would be heading to the extraction point. As to the cold fact of how many of us were left?


I had no idea and again, something I couldn’t do about it anyway.

 
Shit, as I am double quick timing it I can see the Blackhawks coming in and the rotary cannons firing at some nearby trajectory as the Cobra fired two righteous missiles down on the location further ahead. Apparently, the CIA had more than just one team of “terrorists” for us to cherry pick them off at wholesale.

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As I am catching my breath and keeping from getting too brutal in my mind as it is literally racing with images from Desert Storm up to the present moment, the rest of the northern states like Wisconsin and their militia would sack anything in their way in opposition. Indiana is in flames as most of Indianapolis has fallen into positive control. I kind of feeling some remorse at any of the possible Federalist controlled strongholds face all those pissed off farmers – Not really.


My heart felt as it is at the top of my throat. Fuck, I remember my crisis mode. Go into crisis after neutralizing the primary and secondary objectives later. Yeah, that’s me. Now, I am not quite out of danger’s way but I am out of another danger close situation as more traffic from my own coms came alive. Thank god, I was getting close – Oh, I have to remind myself that I am, after all, an atheist.


The body suit of mine and all those like the one that I have acquired, has its own environmental built right in and this is a very good thing. My bio reading showed a core body temperature of 101 degrees. I know personally, I am good for 107 degrees. Yeah, that’s my personal best by the way. Even with the robotic type assist in the interior shell and with everything, I would not have been able to do anything close like I am able to do along with every other old-timer such as myself. This suit gave us old timers the strength of ten men. Now, the Federalists are keeping things interesting as they are sending several thousand of their best droids are way. Droids have a fault and soon, we would have positive control over them too. These droids, heavily armed and nearly unstoppable by ordinary civilians are about the equivalent to a speed bump to the A-10s that are already on the situation in Indiana’s Eastern region.

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Combat Ops had me pegged and broke through signaling me for a complete SitRep, I have a good enough signal as I sent the heavily encrypted data their way. They would all have what I saw and done thus far. Yeah, just like the net was seeing except my name, rank, social, and bio information.


I continued at a slower pace as others were sending their SitReps into Command. By the sounds of it, we lost half of the teams but in spite of this shit, we still came up on top as two F-15 Silent Eagles ripped the sky apart over my head coming from the west – They are our birds. You see, let me tell you, good folks, something. The F-15s never lost in a firefight since the first making way back in 1973.


The American Government didn’t know what they had in a fourth generation bird modified a good many times to be fifth-gen at best. Still, we now own the skies – F-35s and those fucked up F-22s left were like shooting fish in the barrel so I was told. The Federalists and their Military Industrial Complex spent hundreds of billions of dollars on such bullshit that is desperately falling short in their propagandized media blitz. By the time the Federalists tried to order the squadrons of B-2’s, well it was too late for them as we broke their hearts by blowing every one of that two-hundred-billion a pop went up in flames. Kind of ironic though, I mean seeing our acquired B-1 bombers doing the destroying from Ellsworth, Air Force Base just outside Rapid City, South Dakota.


There are many drones still up in the air in the east and no matter what they throw at us, we’re going to take down. You see, the Federal Neocons fucked up and put too much faith into technology rather than the human mind. Most of the Generals and Admirals bailed from the Corporate-Controlled Government and are now leading our side both strategically as well as tactical operations like the mission I am on. Those that didn’t make have got ass-fucked at the fall of the Pentagon and assault on D.C.


Keeping our cool and all moving east here in South Chicago can see another episode of swatting the drones out of the sky above us. The proof is in the sky above us and check out our F-16s now way above us with their cannons locking in. Hey, those little dark spots you are seeing up there are drones coming to an abrupt end.

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No matter the Feds say in their propaganda, the reality is the fact we Constitutionalists have the civilian supported majority and the military on our side all focused on bringing down the corrupted powers that remain. Oh yeah, we definitely have the upper hand.


South Chicago suffered enough and with this latest False-Flag thrown at the good folks here, well, once again, more and more people are seeing things, waking up to things our way.


Maneuvering through the streets, I can see a few civilians coming forth onto the streets and cheering me on. Just about the time, I thought I am coming a hero and celebrity came up a heavily armored transport vehicle to pick me up moving slowly through the cheering crowd.


Tits, this is the end of the show right here for me. You can roll the fucking credits on the mission it’s a wrap. Now the sad thing apart of the Feds setting off the bomb and succeeding killing an untold amount of people about all of this is the fact that it’s my last mission. As I am loading myself into the vehicle and can see some familiar smiling faces as I too took off my helmet. Yeah, all of us look like we have had one hell of a day. Some of the remaining looked like the sorry end of a short stick. I fared better as I took a seat.


Before I know it, I will be back with my family in the Black Hills of South Dakota as more troops and those younger come in filling our big shoes. I know a couple of things, these kids are on the fast track in their military career, and the fall of the Feds is indeed coming soon.


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Ghost Rider After Sturgis

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Yes once again, the Sturgis Rally has descended upon the Black Hills of South Dakota and Wyoming.

In the past years I have discussed the mortality rates and the demographics of those involved in deadly accidents. This morbid but fascinating at least to me, shows just how dangerous the Baby-Boomers are wreaking havoc nocking each other off the roads in a domino effect – This is still going on and getting worse all the time. The experienced motorcycle rider already has the daunting task of the worry of vehicles and natural wildlife to look out for. Now this is compounded by the elderly on the rent-a-bikes industry.

This year I want to talk about something that truly has been bothering me since I moved out here some 11 years and that is how the local businesses including hotels, casinos, covenant stores, and bars escalate, inflate, fleece, to include robbery on these poor saps from out of state.

It’s a feeding frenzy where the average room at a normal hotel is anywhere between $35.00 a night to $45.00 a night. However, during bike week, you are looking at an average of $265.00 a night and some places a lot more. A bottle of beer is now $7.50 and the blood-sucking leeches at the Buffalo Chip will drain you dry. I think most people have seen a reality show of the antics of the Buffalo Chip – Fucking pathetic.

Then there are those who lease their homes out to bikers for the entire duration. This is something that the bikers and the homeowner both benefit from. Even the campgrounds rates are so jacked up you would be thinking you would be purchasing property rather than renting space – empty space. Pitching a tent just anywhere is against the law and strongly enforced. Fines, patrols, and law enforcement are out to get fresh out of state funds from the idiots who don’t know how to obey the speed limits or the rules.

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I have no tolerance for idiots breaking the traffic laws. They are usually the ones making a fresh grease mark on the pavement when it is all said and done. I will say this much, local people to include local female drivers are showing more road-rage than ever before towards these assholes who think they own the road.

That’s the fucking problem right there, those idiots who think they’re kings of the road. I watched a woman scold a biker calling his old ass every name in the book. Legally, she was in the right and once again the Baby-Boomer was in the wrong. Though through these last couple of years, the road rage has increased dramatically. Not all can be at the fault of the bikers by any means. Nor am I saying all bikers are assholes and idiots.

So, with the fleecing bit. Well, the bikers are not as slow-minded as some would suspect. They know when they are getting fucked. Tired of the fleecing, the majority of bikers this year are out here a week earlier and leave a day or two when the Rally officially starts.

Some are planning to come out here after a week or so when the Rally is over. I cannot blame them a bit. Though, I have noticed that the local businesses and other highway robbers are following suite in jacking up prices in advance and keeping these rates jacked a week or two afterwards. So, who are the ones really getting fucked besides the bikers?

The local folks – we all get fucked!

You might think that Deadwood and the rest of Lawrence County makes a lot of money because of the gaming alone. You would be wrong. The money is the second biggest export out of here heading to Sioux Falls, the baking cartel and good old Uncle Sam in Pierre, SD.

Most of us in Old School Math where 2 plus 2 equals 4 might have had this on one of your math test questions;

“If Johnny had one red apple and he wanted to share his apple equally with his girl, Betty, then, how many pieces would Johnny have to make?”

Answer; 3 equal pieces or Johnny would have to cut the apple in thirds.

Why?

Glad you asked; Uncle Sam has to get his cut too!

Lawrence County is the poorest county out of the entire state excluding the reservations like Wounded Knee of course.

Thanks for reading and for the new kids with the new math. Listen, it won’t do you a bit of fucking good in the end.


Douglas S. Taylor

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You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking


And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You’ll get the chance to put the knife in


You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer

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And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone (stone, stone, stone, stone, stone)


I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?


Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone’s expendable and no-one has a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything’s done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone’s a killer


Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel

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Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home


Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone

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DAVID JON GILMOUR, ROGER WATERS


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A Taste from; The Many Unnatural Lives of Scott Solomon Dean

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“We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow.”
Ted Bundy



    “There are real monsters in this life but they are not out there in the darkness somewhere just out of eyesight. The real monsters are sitting right next to you smiling and laughing the whole time they are thinking on how many ways they wish to kill you. The real monsters are entwined in the society of humanity since the dawn of time.”
Raven Blackstone



    “I knew there was something odd with me when I was a small child. Other kids would not have nothing to do with me. It would come to me in just a short few years that I thought I had a monster within me. Then at true revelation struck me, damn, I’m the demon within. I accepted, embraced, and loved my bloodthirsty insatiable appetites upon all I would cross without care or reason.”
Brandon “The Worm” Reed



    “I lost my virginity while inside a woman and then immediately starting killing her. As I was doing so, I realized there are far greater pleasures than sex could ever offer me. I simply followed my strong urges. I became a god over who lives and who dies.”
Johnathan Knepp



Introduction

Standing upon Mount Moriah are two men, both wearing their white hard hats and their matching Corp of Engineers shirts. The oldest in silver hair and sharp blue eyes is rolling up the overall plans of a major project. Behind them a small surveying crew doing their work just out of earshot of the two.
    

“So, you’re on board with the plan or what?” The older said snidely.
    

The younger man looking rather pale from this immoral plan. “Yeah, you actually want me to go with that? You want to only move the headstones and leave the rotted bones right where they’re at?”
    

The older man turned to face the younger, “Listen slick, it isn’t like your goddamned grandmother is among the dead buried down there with all the other whores. Mount Moriah Cemetery is just some fucking forgotten place in the annals of local history, superstition, and any other redneck beliefs. The goddamned rotting bodies stay right where they’re at and we’ll move the stones to the new location.”

The older man paused only for a second. “If you can’t be a part of this, then you’re off the team. Besides, you like being married to my daughter, don’t you?” It is nothing less than a viable threat.


“Frenchy, what are you gonna do, take my wife way from me if I don’t agree to this unspeakable bullshit of yours?”
    

“Taking away? No, I was thinking more along the lines of her being a widow. Accidents happen all the fucking time, Bob.  This is a huge project, you may find yourself prone to one such fatality or something.” Frenchy paused with a determined grin froth with rage painted upon his otherwise, white face.

“Look, I brought you on so that it would help you both financially and making a goddamned man out of you. This would be the first big project you have ever been on. I won’t allow you to fuck things up here – too much riding on this – too much money to be had wasting it on bullshit. The getting is good, so for god sakes, pull your head out of your ass and join the team or you can be lying face down with those there at Mount Moriah Cemetery in an unmarked grave all covered by three feet of crushed rock and gravel with another two feet of reinforced concrete. Go along with my plans or simply be a result of an accident. Hell, I’ll even dig the grave with the traditional six feet of earth for you Bob. Now how would that be?” Frenchy’s eyes looked like two slits of rage.
    

“So, what’s it gonna be, Bob? I don’t have all fucking day goddamn it. Make up your mind now you fucking cocksucker.”
    

Bob Weber browbeat and threatened by his own father-in-law wiped the sweat off of his own brow with his white handkerchief. “Okay, all right, I’m in.” Bob looked up to his father-in-law shaking his head affirmatively.
    

“Well alright then…” Frenchy then put his hand on Weber’s shoulder and whispered in Bob’s ear. “And if I catch your prick in another woman or that boyfriend of yours, I’ll kill you myself and I’ll put your body down a hole that no one shall ever find – not even God could find you.”
    

Weber stunned in the realization that Frenchy is already well aware of his two affairs also shook his head affirmatively in both overwhelming shame and wonderment.
    

“Good then, I won’t have to bury them next to your grave down there where the new outer parking lot will be,” Frenchy smiled ever so coldly as he removed his firm grip on Weber’s shoulder.
    

“Fly right, son, and we’ll both be fucking rich. You’ll see.” Frenchy turned away and walked up to his white air-conditioned pickup truck then driving away from the scene.  

Weber watched him go and realizing that no matter what and how he personally felt, his father-in-law had him under Frenchy’s thumb, and there would be no way of getting out from under it.

Then like a bolt of lightning, a though entered his mind, “Accidents happen all the time on major worksites. My fucking father-in-law could easily be an accidental casualty.” A smile broke across Weber’s face.

The massive construction of the Whispering Pines Sanitarium with its own super-max facility will begin shortly after the transfer of the headstones and all things above ground belonging to the Mount Moriah Cemetery. These opportunities will afford Weber the chance to not only get out from under Frenchy’s thumb, but to shatter it completely.


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The Fast and the In-Furious…

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As I stated many times before. When you begin to get successful at whatever you are doing and then comes a long a rat bastard to try to trip your ass up. This is a strategy is like the fucking war on terrorism – that too is a war on a tactic only. This too is unsuccessful. The big bad wolves are all but dead from trying to blow down my iron-clad carbonite fortress.

The rat bastards and the wolves are all but casualties left to rot. More about that later.

Now, I must admit, the last couple of weeks or so has been if anything, exciting. With my new Alienware Area 51 as seen below. With this new addition has come other things like upgrades of components, rearranging my work center since this machine weighs in over 80 pounds. The human skull on the top doesn’t count.

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Yes, owning this machine is a fantastic dream that has finally come true. Not only that, with my wonderful support from around the world and from studios in California – Northern California that is, I was able to purchase the Alienware M17xR4 Laptop with the Vindicator V.2 Pack for when I go and show my work in whatever format or project.

Remember and please keep this in mind, I am far more than a writer, a published author, graphic artist, web developer, artist, and musician. I dabble in alternative energy, zero-based energy to include my favorite scientist of all time, Nikola Tesla. Meanwhile back to my day to day activities, I use the Adobe Creative Master’s Edition CC 2017. I also have been dabbling in Photoshop professionally since 2000 hot and heavy. I have been using some flavor of Photoshop since the mid 1990s. Of course my artistic talents both in graphics, musical scores, short movies or movie-editing without putting too fine a point on things – well a normal stylish lightweight petite laptop with a dismal screen and horseshit for memory and two tin cans for sound just isn’t gonna cut it with the kind of work I do. No, you need a portable studio when you are on the run with all the bells and switches. You need something durable, built to last, and all the trimmings to floor a motherfucker, or a staff meeting of entire motherfuckers in my case. (Add the Samuel L. Jackson style to the last couple of sentences.)

Now I don’t want to knock Apple and those who have Apple iMacs and that door wedge of a laptop, but you really do get what you pay for outside of the Apple world. There is nothing close that touches these machines, that is if you want to spend $15,000.00 on an iMac tower and there isn’t a Laptop made by Apple that can come close to the Alienware product line. Now, I am not a shill or someone that works directly for Dell or Alienware. Sure, there are haters out there that sit around and complain about Alienware while operating their Walmart Public Assistance Machines.

Hate if you must…

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Let me get away from technology and set my Samsung 10.1 inch tablet down from the emails, tweets, and messages I get day in and day out. I can read them all much later. I am just going to sit in my 20 some-odd year old chair where I pump out eBooks, Traditional Paperbacks, posts, blog articles, and occasionally without exception piss some jealous cunt (bi-gender word I use) off. Now this all of this isn’t some short story or a wet dream. I have more than enough short stories on this blog that should give you a very keen grasp in how I write to include style and or content.

If I am such a poor writer, ask yourself this question; why are you still reading my material no matter the subject?

If you don’t like my artwork, you know, the shit I am getting paid for and paid to do then why are you looking at it?

Why do you feel compelled to even come here and waste your time in the first place?

I’ve asked these rhetorical questions before and this is the last time I need to discuss this since all of what I do is paying the goddamned bills and earning a living.

Maybe that is the issue, me doing some of the things I always dreamed about doing and getting paid for it.

Moving on and leaving the dead and dying behind in the wake of my determined momentum.

I have a lot to say, perhaps some things better not shared here but on Facebook, or a tweet that is razor sharp and cuts deep into the bone to some specific people who thinks they can get a free lunch of knocking me and my work around.

Now, I will say that my experience, my overall experience has been mostly a very positive one. I had, since the course of last summer, friends that came and went. You know the kind, or the infamous saying, “A friend in need is a friend indeed.” This has been a proverb of mine along with a good many people so it seems. Another that comes to mind is, “No good deed goes unpunished.” Yeah, we all had these “kinds” of friends. Again, these rat bastards are not your or anyone’s friends.

That last paragraph there, you can take that motherfucker to the bank and bet the house on that one. Yes, some of my “friends” closest to me were not my friends at all as it seems. They were anything but.

For the record, I try to help out everyone. I try to put my best foot forwards in hopes of their successes and personal problems. Then when I need some help, some understanding, some resolve, I get, yup, you guessed it, zilch.

I am speaking directly to a couple of three or four people out here. An argument for five can be considered. Nevertheless, these assholes that would not give me the time of day after I helped them, well let’s see if this Karma shit will come back ten fold upon each of them.

Being mean, being vindictive, or holding a grudge is nothing I enjoy doing. Frankly, I am too goddamned busy. Rather it is a waste of energy and time. This is something that I am certain that you all can agree to. I will just leave these spineless fucks in the bad odor I found them all in the first place.

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Now please allow me to add some encouragement to those who are struggling in their artistic, uber-talented endeavors. Now, 99% of all people who want to be a writer, a painter, and musicians never make it.

Why?

There are a few reasons from getting tired struggling, getting down by those same fucking leaches who drag anyone down and are nothing but losers, to illness, emotional, mental, or otherwise. Sometimes a gifted person just needs to unplug and take a long walk to an airport and board a flight to anywhere. Yeah, I’ve done that and I cannot express how much fun I had ditching my former life behind and starting a new. You certainly don’t have to go to extremes like that. You don’t have to come into your Boss’s office and piss all over him and his desk on your way out but if you can, I highly recommended it. Look at all the money you will save from spending it on therapy.

I also know full well on how overcoming or overwhelming all this can be. Pressures of life, family, the job – the one that you are a fucking slave to, and dreams seeming to fade or die. Nothing grieves me more than to see someone realize that their lifetime ambitions has come to a grinding halt.

Truly, the living dead…

One thing is for certain, I am eclectic as well as unusual. The song, “Divide” by Disturbed says it all about me and those like me. I have been different from what seemed like everyone else since I can remember. I tried to be like them in the early years but when you are in survival mode and held hostage by demons at home, well, it’s nearly impossible to just to breath let alone, express yourself.

Nevertheless, sometimes a break is in order. Sometimes stepping back from something to give you a fresh perspective is essential. A new stratagem because the one you’re into right now is not doing jack shit to the bottom line of things.

I know I write blunt. I know I can be brutally honest at times and seemingly unmerciful. I know that my hands may be caring but to reset that broken bone of yours is really gonna smart. Same with a broken heart. I know a lot of talented people. I know poets who write the most beautifully but cannot tell a goddamned good story. This goes for the short story people too.

You want to go the long haul?

Then sit down and write a full-blown novel from a blank screen. Edit it after you have finally finished before sending it off to an editor if you can afford one. Design the cover, spine, and back cover of the book. Take goddamn charge of your work in all aspects and whatever you do, don’t let the rat bastards tell you different.

Never give up and never get complacent in your talents. To be a master at something will take all of your life. Take charge. Don’t wait around for someone else that will or may ever come. Publish your novel, it’s really easy. Master the social media platforms and most importantly, don’t be a fucking baby about it.

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Thank you for reading,

Douglas S. Taylor