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  • From The Publishers
  • Resist the Devil and He Will Flea
  • The Unwitting Socialist
  • Personal Stories
  • Camille Bertault: 2 Views of a Secret
  • The Magula Report 2019
  • "The New Blood & The New Deal"
  • “The Wall"....and other, mostly silly conversations.
  • The Great Pretenders
  • The War for the Soul of Mankind: “Stan Getz vs Eric Dolphy”
  • Murder in The Meantime
  • The "Others"
  • White Cracker-Ass Niggas
  • New York Gives The Thumbs Up To Mass Genocide
  • Robert & Jimi and the Twenty Seven Blues
  • Rudy & Nat
  • A Close Shave With The Well-Intended Bigot
  • This is What Happens When My Favorite Band “The Mellow Herb” Comes To Town
  • The Hemispherical Brain Activity of a Wayward Somnambulist
  • Gun "Race With The Devil"
  • “Half Of All Millennials Think Barack Obama is More Important Than George Washington!!??”
  • "The Dow Posts The Biggest One Day Gain In History."
  • Good Morning Comrades
  • Art Pepper
  • Sharks, Zombies & God
  • Jesus and The Red Words
  • Jimi Hendrix Was The Roy Buchanan of Rock & Roll & Other Rural American Stories
  • A Road Home
  • You're Getting Sleepy....Very Sleepy
  • Stupid People
  • Jezebel and Ahab Make a Comeback
  • Stevie Ray Vaughn: Derivitive Hack or Genius
  • "Hell is Real!!!"
  • Music & Reminiscence
  • “The Giant Facebook Id-Monster Attacks”
  • “Bullshit...it’s a Damned Invasion!”
  • Bobby-Jack
  • The Republican
  • Lowell George searching for authenticity
  • For The Love of Krazy Kat
  • How I Came To Understand That Fighting The Power Was Useless. Unless...You Fight The Power By Giving Power to The Power To Fight The Power
  • Within the Lifetime Of The Average American...The U.S. Population Could Realistically Exceed That of China & India
  • The Problem of Blasphemy In a Secular Society
  • The Waitress and The Power
  • A Message From The Democrats After The 2018 Midterms
  • On This Day Before Election Day, These 5 Things Should Be Remembered As You Vote
  • A Lie Is As Good As The Truth....as long as it's a good lie
  • "Evil Republicans Suppress The Minority Vote"
  • The Enemy of Mankind
  • The Mob
  • Why Chinese Tariffs?
  • A Caravan To Nowhere
  • Ant Farm
  • “They’re Coming For Your Social Security!”
  • The Witchfinder Speaketh
  • Eating Sawdust & Voting Democrat
  • Muslims Kill Washington Post Journalist”...and other stories best left untold
  • Orwell's Nightmare
  • The Sobbing Walrus
  • A Telling Lie
  • Tribal Marxism
  • A Pimp and His Stable of Political Whores
  • "Evidence?.... I Don't Need No Damned Evidence!"
  • A Post Modern Lynching
  • Talkin’ Blues: A White Social Justice Warrior Meets a Bluesman
  • The Last Vestiges of Mueller’s Collusion Case Just Died...and Nobody Noticed
  • Pocahontas Wants To Impeach President Trump
  • A Belated Tip of The Hat To John McCain's Funeral
  • "Colin Kaepernick Fights The Power. My Brothers!"
  • Jack Ryan: Promoting Jihad & The Brotherhood of Man
  • Rediscovering Willie "The Fruitbat" Johnson
  • The Allegation
  • Message in a Bottle
  • A Coven of Witches
  • The Communist & The Exalted Cyclops
  • America vs Satanic Goat Worshipers
  • Forcing Transgender Penis Cakes on America
  • The Iidots Lament
  • Irritating Post: no. 529
  • Irritating Post: no. 642
  • My Brain is a Liar
  • My New Rap "Alligators"
  • Helpful Hints in Logic
  • The Unredacted News
  • A Loss of Composure
  • The Myth of Objective Fact Checkers
  • Surviving Politics
  • The Pit or The Pendulum
  • Do Not Forsake Me. Not For a Dollar. Not For a Dime.
  • Repeller of The Amorites
  • Sometimes I feel Like a Motherless Child...but only sometimes
  • Welcome To The Freakshow
  • Part One: The Monster Is Summoned
  • A Sideways Glance at Reality....
  • The Ballad of Trey Gowdy
  • Lies, Spies, and Thighs at The FBI
  • The Ballad of Charlie Crockett
  • Children in Cages
  • A Poem For Clifford Odets
  • Anthony Bourdain
  • Like Billy Eckstein Singing to an Empty Club at 1:00 AM on a Saturday Night in 1975.
  • A Letter From The Democratic National Committee
  • Bent
  • "There Were No Spies in The FBI and Other Fictional Tales"
  • The New Rules For Radicals
  • Blood In The Water
  • "3000 American Businesses Colluded with Russia For Profit"
  • I Spy (For The FBI)
  • Free Shit—and Bears
  • Cute Dog Videos
  • How The Press Aided and Abetted Terrorists
  • The Iran Deal Myth
  • The Scouts
  • Pinko Muthafuckas
  • Kelly Joe Phelps
  • Johnny Winter and, 1970
  • Happy Days Are Here Again
  • RAGe Against The Machine
  • Carlos and Buddy
  • Just a Few Glaring Examples Of Media Scummery
  • They Call it Stormy Monday
  • "I Gotta Take A Wiz" or, "How Starbucks Destroyed the World"
  • Who Needs War?
  • Why The Devil Don't Come Around No More
  • 2+2 Really Does = 4
  • The Tangled Web
  • Shadow Banning
  • What Changed?
  • Oblivious But Concerned
  • "Give Up!"
  • Jesus: The Spirit of Man and God That Illuminates The Darkness
  • Mickey Baker: Goin' To Kansas City
  • "Washington Saves America from Pot-smoking Mass Murderers"
  • Nontraditional Thoughts
  • Attack of The Trillion Dollar Omnibus Bill
  • Hearing Junior Wells “On Tap'' one more Time
  • Just Words
  • Muddy and Me
  • Racist Debtaes About Terrorsim
  • How The Bird & Darwin Took Flight With a A7#9 Chord
  • Fidel's Utopia
  • Unwitting Hypocrisy is The Best Kind of Hypocrisy
  • Excess Baggage
  • Excess Baggage pt. 2
  • Fake News Is The New Real News
  • The Death of Billy Graham and Manufacturing Consent
  • How a White-man Became a Black-man In Order To Find His Whiteness—His Alright-ness.
  • American Youth: The Rise of The New Media
  • Hearing Duane Eddy
  • Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Talk About Slavery and Shit
  • Just Smoke
  • Is It Alright...To Be White?
  • Monkey in a Box
  • How The Children of Sal and Dean Destroyed The World
  • On This Cold Winter's Morn
  • The Crime of the Century
  • Evidence: What The Hell Is It?
  • They Were Pissed: America, Jack Kerouac, and the Beats
  • Negotiating The Maze Of Life and a Blues Shuffle.
  • Everyone Is Hitler (In their own Way)
  • The Mystery of The Giant Balloon Shark
  • Subterfuge and Its Discontents
  • God Debunks Global Warming
  • Day Two: God Continues To Debunk Global Warming
  • Strzoking Russia
  • The Al Franken Effect. Or, How to Destroy America and Lose Elections
  • The Big Maybe
  • The News Apocalypse
  • The Guitarticle (Guitar article)
  • The Nation of Lucifer
  • Slurring Pocahontas
  • Why Everything Good Said About Net Neutrality is a Lie
  • .....and behold, The Cause of Your Demise Is Upon You
  • The Trans-boy That Cried Wolf
  • Believe Nothing
  • Donald Trump Blasts The Heads Off Of Tiny Woodland Creatures
  • The Problem of Hypocrites
  • Roy Moore: Serial Pervert
  • I'm So Frustrated
  • The Devil's Whisper
  • Science Can't Dance
  • You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody
  • Louie C. K.
  • Common Sense
  • Hunting For Witches
  • Living in The Age of "tRump"
  • The Devil is a Hustler
  • The Skinny
  • Eric Dolphy
  • ISIS Rode in On a Donkey
  • "The Manafort Indictment"
  • The Truth About the Middle East
  • Dennis Budimer's "Alone Together" Revisited
  • The Halloween Edition
  • The 20th Century Was Groovy
  • The Salesman
  • The Dossier
  • Elmore James
  • Isle of The Poor
  • The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence Revisited
  • The Patriarchy is Alive and Well
  • Moving Napoleon
  • Guns and Guerrillas
  • Playing Four
  • Hollywood and Scumbags
  • Why Everything You Think, Is Wrong
  • Killing Yourself With Terrorism
  • Being Liberal
  • Laced With Hate
  • A Message From Occupy Democrats
  • Guns, Faith and Murder
  • A Taxing Dilemma
  • What Really Happened with Aid in Puerto Rico
  • Colin Kaepernick and Beyoncé are geniuses. Part 1
  • When the Levee Breaks
  • The Second Coming of Anthony Weiner
  • How to Never Lose a Fight
  • Creating Chaos out of Meaning
  • Crime and Punishment
  • The Man in the Mirror
  • Guitar Gods of the Sixties
  • Entopy: A Play in One Act
  • The Ragged Tale of a Poverty Stricken Economic Genius
  • The Dreamers
  • Hey There Georgy Girl
  • This Is Not a Defense of Joel Osteen. Or is it?
  • The Ballad of Poindexter Glockenspiel
  • The Big Dummy
  • More Florida in Pictures and Text
  • How Do I Hate Thee
  • Florida in Images and More Images
  • "How To Solve The Healthcare Crisis and Why It's So Damned Hard To Fix"
  • The Big Lie
  • The Demise of the West
  • “Good Times! Good Times! You know, we talkin’ bout Good Times!”
  • "Justice My Ass!"
  • Wolves in Sheep's Clothing
  • The Coming Apocalypse and How to Avoid it: a Historical/Biblical Perspective.
  • "Muthafuckin' Chains!"
  • Lies Our Father's Told Us
  • Poetry and Politics - a few mixed verses
  • The Inner Man
  • The Vampire and The Carpet Salesman
  • Comey Speaks!
  • A Word From Nostradamus about the Comey Hearings
  • The Towering Babble
  • Chain of Fools
  • I Got Ramblin' on My Mind
  • Telling Ourselves Stories
  • Shit! Make Me Wanna Holler!
  • Even More Reasons Why The Paris Accords are Total Horseshit.
  • When Life Imitates Satire
  • Jethro and Becky Sue Come To America
  • Random Apocrypha
  • Why The Paris Climate Accords Are Total Horseshit
  • Urban Stories
  • The Kingdom of God: a personal rant
  • Urban Week @ South Beach
  • Serpico Revisited
  • The Road To Surf-dumb. Or, is it The Road To Serfdom?
  • This is Not a Political Article
  • My Hometown
  • What Does This Mean?
  • Me and Junior Parker
  • We're All Fools Sometime
  • One Pill Makes You Larger
  • "What a Maroon!"
  • Secrets and Lies
  • A Tale of Wine and Murder
  • "White House Under Siege!"
  • The Amateur Narcissist
  • Like a Rock
  • The Greatest of Ally of a True Idiot is.....
  • How To Prove someone's a Witch
  • Jesus Was a Sly Dog
  • An Open Letter From The Democratic National Committee
  • The Power of Language
  • The Existential Croûton
  • Random Facebook Thoughts
  • A Play "The Poverty Racket"
  • The Demise of the 4th Estate
  • Love To Hate My Enemies
  • Feelings, Oh, Oh, Oh, Feelings
  • Art or Reality
  • The Prison Yard Blues
  • Who is Richard Spencer and Why Does He Matter?
  • __an excerpt from "The Power of Voltron "
  • A Plea From a Progressive
  • ANTIFA - The Anti Fascists, Fascists
  • Conspiracy Theory
  • 4 More Poems, 4 More Pictures
  • "Are You Freaking People Insane?"
  • 4 Pictures 4 Poems
  • The Ballad of Carlos Slim
  • Pretending What's in Your Head is True
  • The Cognitive Dissonance of a Faithful Democrat
  • The Human Snakepit
  • George Freeman - Unsung Master of the Jazz Guitar
  • The Price of Milk
  • Suspicious Minds
  • Bill O'Reilly Sexual Predator?
  • The New Soldier
  • Orwell Revisited
  • Larry Coryell - The Godfather is Dead
  • A Tiger Beat
  • South Florida - HOT & COOL
  • Jean Paul Sartre & the Existentialist Mojo
  • Culture Matters, Immigration Matters, Sharks Matter
  • A Voice from the Crowd
  • Thomas Sowell
  • A Tree Falls In Central Park on a Gay Banker
  • Black Codes From The Underground
  • Does an Idiot know they're an Idiot?
  • A Poem for Pooh
  • It's All or Nothing Baby!
  • Racism is Alive and Well
  • "Shut the Hell Up!"
  • Jerry Seinfeld - Social Pariah
  • A Man Must Nurture His Pet Peeves
  • Not the Usual Immigration Article
  • Man Talk, with Donald Trump pt. 1
  • Man Talk, with Donald Trump pt. 2
  • The Bad Seed
  • Dogma Never Sleeps
  • Trump and Clinton Debate
  • Was Jesus a True Pacifist?
  • Brexit Was the Shot Heard Around the World
  • Obama, How Great Thou Art
  • War is Good
  • The Willful Ignorance of Intellectual Children
  • What about All Those Peacful Muslims?
  • Terror! What Terror?
  • Biff and Shorty Play The Blues
  • Forty Miles of Bad Road
  • How Obamacare Became the law of the land: And Other Fairytales for Adults
  • Genteel Republicans vs The Alt-Right
  • Should Drugs be Legal?
  • The Prophet Speaks
  • The Dream Sequence
  • Voting 3rd Party and the Moral Low-Ground
  • Sayonara America
  • What does Never Trump Mean?
  • Barack Obama is the Most Brilliant Man Ever to be President?
  • If God Created War, Does That Mean That War is Good?
  • Never Let Your Enemies Define You
  • Facebook, Science & Religion
  • Bullshit by the Numbers
  • Bullshit by the Numbers - part II
  • The Heated Quest for the "No Information Voter"
  • I Love The Dead
  • Those Who Lurk
  • Battered, Bruised and Beaten
  • Trump and Hitler
  • America in Black and White
  • Trans-Athletics
  • Playing a Rigged Game
  • Who was that Mass Murderer?
  • The Kidnappers
  • The Game
  • Terror in Nice: A Variation on a Theme
  • The Idiots Guide on How to Destory the World
  • Terror in France
  • A Fictional Conversation Between a Pastor and a Historian About the Bible
  • The Immoral Necessity for Scapegoats
  • Who Really Shot Those Eleven Cops? Was It Donald Trump?
  • Killer Cops and Cop Killers
  • Happy 4th of July
  • How Do You Cast Your Vote When You've Only Got a Few Bullets Left?
  • "Yes, She's a Lying Sack of Shit....but She's our Lying Sack of Shit."
  • All Apologies
  • Will the Real Jesus Please Stand Up
  • Goodbye Scotty Moore
  • If a Bluebird Plays the Blues Why Can't it Play Free Jazz
  • Terror in Turkey
  • When David Slew Goliath
  • The Life & Death of a Global Fat Cat
  • Intentionally Censoring the News
  • The Brits Leave the EU
  • Chick, Christian, Roy & Kenny G
  • Who Really Committed Mass Murder in Orlando
  • The Tale of the Prince and the Shrew
  • A Dying Father's Last Father's Day
  • Mass Murdering, Terrorist's Father is Obama and Hillary's Best Friend
  • Why Cream still Matters 50 Years Later
  • Misguided Anger and Partisan Politics
  • The Deep Guilt of the Religious Left
  • Radical Islam! What Radical Islam?
  • Denial is a River in Egypt
  • A Response to all the Haters
  • Why Muhammad Ali was my Hero (in spite of being a Racist)
  • Why Trump Matters
  • The New Progressive Racism
  • A Tragedy in Cincinnati
  • The Evil that Men do (Women too.)
  • Differences? What Differences?
  • Racism Revisited
  • Battling Immigration Straw Men
  • Blood Quantum
  • Fighting Transgender Straw Men
  • Logical Fallacies about God and Money
  • Progressive Straw Men
  • Everybody is Robbing You Blind
  • On The Road To El Donaldo
  • Dear Mark: About Donald Trump
  • Identifying the Enemy
  • Why I Will Vote For Trump
  • I Totally Agree With Myself
  • Teaching Americans Where to Pee
  • Goodbye Lonnie Mack
  • Bernie Wants You To Pay His Fair Share
  • Bruce Springsteen vs. North Carolina
  • Mr. Smiley Is an Idiot
  • Why Does College Cost So Much?
  • Black Power and Bad Vibes At Whiteness History Month
  • How Facebook Showed Me That We're Doomed
  • Muslims kill Muslims by means of White People
  • The Slap
  • America Wants a 3rd Party Candidate
  • Jesus Loved Everybody
  • Call it what it is.
  • Belgium vs. Turkey. Which One is Worse?
  • Barack, Fidel and Che
  • How He Gonna Get His Money pt. 2
  • How He Gonna Get His Money
  • The Turn of The Screw
  • Dear America: Now, about Trump....
  • The Attack of the Anti Trumpers
  • Did You Know that America is Socialism....and boy, ain't it Swell
  • Trump - Prophet or Blowhard?
  • Black Lies Matter, All Lies Matter
  • The Donald and the Debate
  • Leonardo and The Bear
  • The Thunder Rolled and the "Trump" Blows em all to Hell
  • Fragmented Fairytails
  • Cars That Never Were but Should've Been, Part 6
  • Building The Perfect Beast
  • America: A Tale of Two Cities, Part 1
  • Uncle Bernie in New Hampshire
  • The Big L
  • The Diary of a Former Leftist
  • Free Speech not Hate Speech?
  • State of the Union
  • Losing My Religion
  • Don't Take Our Guns Away Until We Kill Those Honky Bastards
  • Bye Bye Europe
  • "Trump is a Racist!"
  • "Hell Yeah! I've Got Obama Care!
  • Trumponomics
  • Woman of the Year
  • Malicious Intent and the Art of the Microaggression
  • Muslim No-Go Zones - Myth or Reality?
  • Donald J. Trump and the Muslim Migration to America
  • There Is No God But Allah?
  • Roadhouse - The Reboot
  • Sometimes You Just Can't Win
  • A Few Thoughts Regarding Trump
  • Cars That Never Were But Should've Been, Part 5
  • You Can Have My Steering Wheel When You Pry It From Cold, Daed Hands
  • The Great Debate
  • Al, Thomas and Paul - Malthusians Then and Now
  • A Prophet Debates Global Warming and other retated Dogma
  • Memes, Scapegoats, Propaganda
  • Little Hillary and Her Monsters
  • A Prophecy for America
  • The Basketball Metaphor
  • Vladimir Putin: An American Hero
  • Little Things
  • The Democrats Debate
  • It's All Ablout da Benjamins
  • Remember When?
  • Mass Shooter
  • Cars That Never Were But Should've Been: Part 4
  • Should A Muslim Be President in America?
  • The Strange Case of Ahmed Mohamed
  • Debt and Other Devious Angels
  • Bernie Sanders is Caesar not Jesus
  • An inconvenient Truth
  • Who's really a Native American?
  • The Rebirth of the Silent Majority
  • Money That's What I Want!
  • The Syrian Crisis and the Memeing of America
  • Why Societies Have Generally Valued Men More than Women
  • The Problem of Evil
  • A few Thoughts on a Few Things
  • The Authentic pose of a Black White Man
  • Sweden: Socialist Utopia or Progressive Madhouse?
  • Why Dogs Matter
  • Guilty Until Proven Innocent
  • Was Jesus a Socialist?
  • "The Donald" A Man for the Ages
  • Harvesting the Wheat - or - Karma's a Real Bitch
  • Cecil The Lion
  • Cars That Never Were but Should’ve Been, Part 3
  • Secrets and Lies
  • Can Minorities Be Racist?
  • I Was Just Thinking....Hmm?
  • Iran Deal - Good or Bad?
  • Jihad or Not Jihad? That is the Question.
  • "Let's Do Lunch" with Planned Parenthood
  • America The Contemptible
  • Marriage, Bigotry and Cooties
  • The Things We Care About
  • The Simplicity of it All
  • A Dissenting Opinion
  • Cars That Should've Been, But Never Were: part II
  • Live Now, Pay Later
  • I Am, Whatever I Say I Am!
  • Bernie Sanders is the Dumbest Bastard on Earth
  • Cars That Never Were But Should've Been
  • Bruce Jenner
  • The Good Society
  • A Personal Jesus For My Own
  • Take a Ride on a Hell Bound Train
  • Requiem For a Car Show
  • Obama Channels Neville Chamberlain in Dealing with Iran
  • The Short Life of a Political Lemming
  • The Strongman
  • The Broken Window
  • The Selective Outrage of The Anti Israel Left
  • When the Blind Lead the Blind
  • Top Brass With Class
  • Living In A world On Fire
  • Lying Liars and the Lies They Tell
  • What The Hell Is Esotericism?
  • Unicorns, Free Healthcare and other Mythological Creatures
  • Heroes and Dunces
  • A Few Thoughts On a Few Things
  • The Return Of Super Fly
  • Should You Ever Bet On A dead Horse?
  • Money For Nothing
  • Across The Great Divide
  • Tom, Jerry, Eddie & Sydney
  • The Folly of Foibles
  • Who really killed Eric Garner?
  • The Art of The Sale
  • Political Bullshit and All That Jazz
  • Oh, The Horror of It All
  • To Torture or Not To Torture, That is The Question
  • Selective Justice
  • Executive Action
  • Give Us Your Tired, Poor and Ambitious
  • Johnny Winter, Ahhh-Yeahh!
  • Homeless and Transgender "Let My People Pee!"
  • Are We Insane? You Betcha!
  • Ebola and Racism
  • You're a Racist, Just Admit It!
  • To Discriminate or Not to Discriminate, That is the Question
  • The Life of an Imaginary Historian
  • Why Most Debates About The Minimum Wage are Bullshit
  • The Return of the Infinite Monkeys
  • Politically Correct Genocide
  • Language and the illusion of Meaning
  • Obama vs. Reagan
  • Is Barack Obama our Most Successful President Ever?
  • White Racism Black Racism
  • The Race
  • Should People Be Free to Discriminate?
  • Science, Religion and Brother Neil
  • Welcome To America
  • The Reincarnation of Jimmy Carter and the Return of Scarface
  • SCOTUS, Condoms and Collateral Damage
  • The American Dream
  • Attack of the Bloated Leeches or "Why Does the Economy Suck pt. II"
  • Why Does the Economy Suck?
  • Jaco Pastorius - A Passage in Time
  • How can we save the world, from people who want to save the world?
  • A Short Political rant: pt I
  • Jerry Reed, Tom Jones and the Original Guitar Heroes
  • Part Two: The Politics of the Eloi and the Morlock
  • Angel: part 7
  • Wayne Cochran "Going Back to Miami"
  • Blessed Assurances and other Iron Clad Guarantees
  • James Brown & the Art of the Indefinite Rhythm
  • If the Bible Say's it, I believe It!
  • Go For a Jog, Go to Jail
  • Life as Theatre and The Well-Intended Sociopath
  • Rory Gallagher & Taste
  • Utopia and the Militant Socialist
  • Matt Damon & the Teachers Union vs. the Capitalist Pigs
  • The Fight of the Century
  • The Last Damned Healthcare Article You'll Ever Need
  • The Gospel According to Mark
  • You Might Be an Idiot if.....
  • How To Interpret Political Speech and other Forms of Gibberish
  • Polygamy and the Search For Morality
  • The "Big" Gulp
  • When a Lie is the Truth and the Truth is a Lie
  • Jim Hall - The Subtle Radical
  • Making Deals With the Devil in Iran
  • Dennis and Mary
  • Thank You Lord For the Good Things You have Done
  • Excersise In Futility
  • Is Obama The Antichrist?
  • The Case for Limited Government (and that includes a limited military)
  • The Weekly Southern Blog
  • Angel: part VI
  • The Esoteric Agenda
  • Ted Bundy & The Hunt For The Devil
  • Things I wish the President Knew Pt. 3
  • Really Now, I'm Syria
  • What Will You Do?
  • Judy Garland - "Soul Singer"
  • Charlie & Clint: Dead & Deader
  • God Loves Me and Has a Plan For My Life...Right?
  • Trayvon & George : An American Hate Story
  • Is God's Grace Ecclesiastical White-out?
  • Jury Duty
  • The Left's Contradictory Love Affair With Gays & Muslims
  • Hee Haw and Grandma and Grandpa
  • The Million Dollar Store
  • Little Tommy & The Blues Kings
  • Gay Marriage: Part II
  • Kayaking "The Big Cypress" with Crocodlies
  • The Birth of The Jazz Guitarist
  • Running With The Bullshit In Pamplona
  • Divided By Abortion
  • Gay Marriage
  • Life on the Fault-line
  • Out of the Wild
  • A Generation Out Of Touch
  • Morning Faith with a Cup of Joe
  • For The Children
  • Made up Facts & True Beliefs
  • The Unforgettable - Nat 'King' Cole
  • Slavery Was Big Business....and It Still Is!
  • Garage Band - The 1960's
  • A Man's Best Friend is his Dogma
  • Voting With Our Private Parts
  • Investors of the World, Unite
  • Good Intentions...bad results
  • The Plural of "You"
  • How to Get God to Give You What You Want: Redux
  • Summer 1970 - Fishing with Alligators
  • We Have Not Yet Begun To Fight
  • Polls–Divination or Manipulation?
  • Why Can't a Dog Give Birth to a Lobster?
  • Go get me my stuff!
  • Better Off Than Four Years Ago? Hardly.
  • The Right To Bare Arms
  • ObamaMath
  • Calvin Whidden
  • Obama's Latest Attack on Religion
  • Rudy's Pub & Resturant
  • Chael Sonnen &The Legend of Stack O Lee
  • God and River Monsters
  • Fedor Emelianenko - All Good Things Must Come To an End
  • Why All Atheists Are Fools
  • King Arthur, Pelagius and Original Sin
  • Be Careful What You Wish For in Egypt
  • Sorry Coach, a Tie ain't Like Kissing Your Sister
  • Jesus and Napalm
  • What is Normal?
  • Separate, But Unequaled
  • Vagrant Contemplation
  • A Case for Decimal Time
  • A Traitor in the Senate
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  • Whose fault is it?
  • Classic Rock and Classic Jazz: Music or Nostalgia
  • How to get God to give you the stuff you really want!
  • The Story of Ricky
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  • I Hate the 60's: A Personal Rock Odyssey
  • Crocodiles and Alligators in Florida: Monsters in our Backyard
  • Church Wars
  • Tebow or not Tebow
  • Who Would Jesus Vote For - Pt. II
  • Pissing On The Dead
  • Things I Wish President Obama Knew pt. 4
  • Death By A Thousand Cuts / Paradoxical Heroes
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  • Who Would Jesus Vote For Pt. 1
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Angel - Part Four 
You can find the links to the previous chapters at the bottom of the page


"She used to work for the government. She just killed her husband. She’s in bed with drug dealers—and she may be the only person left who can save the world"… 
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ANGEL – PART FOUR
Sunday

Angel strolled the beach, heading south from Hallandale Beach, into Miami-Dade County and the row of oceanside mansions that comprises much of the town of Golden Beach.  Wearing a Hawaiian-print bikini and carrying a Blackberry with stereo earbuds, she looked to be just another pretty woman strolling along on a Sunday morning.  She slowly walked past the Mediterranean Revival house where the Escalade had entered on Friday afternoon.  Using the digital recording function of the Blackberry, she noted the pertinent features of the back of the house.  “French doors on either end of the pool, a gate in the concrete wall bounding the property and providing access to the beach, video cameras on the north and south corners of the house and, oh wait, another camera on the roof in the middle.  Upstairs bay windows provide good visibility along the beach for at least 150 yards both north and south of the house.”

She continued walking casually past the house and walked nearly to Sunny Isles before turning around and walking back.  If anyone was watching her, they would swear that she had paid no special attention to any individual house.  She was just another person taking a walk along the beach.

As she approached the house again, now from the south, a man who had been lying on a large beach towel near the water, got up and, turning, gave her a long look.  “Hello.” he said and smiled.

Angel smiled back at him and thought, though she couldn’t be sure, that this was the man she had seen in her rear view mirror on Friday at the hotel.  “Nice day isn’t it?” she asked.

The man responded, “Yes, it is gorgeous—but not as gorgeous as you!”

Angel smiled coyly and said, “Why thank you.  What a sweet thing to say.”

The man said, “Nonsense!  It’s simply the truth.  You are a beautiful woman.  Do you live around here?  I haven’t seen you before.”

Angel replied, “No.  I am staying at the Diplomat and just thought it was too beautiful a day to spend with my husband watching football.”  She smirked inside as the mention of her husband caused the man to look disappointed, although he sought to hide it.

“Really?  I thought all red-blooded American men loved football, and all red-blooded American women joined them.”

Angel laughed and said, “If that is true, you aren’t a true, red-blooded American man!”

The man smiled and, shaking his head ruefully, held out his hand.  “My name is Evan Rodriguez.  I live here.”  He nodded his head towards the house.

Angel said, “Wow, that’s a nice house.  What do you do?”

“Granada Pharmaceuticals,” he answered.

“Interesting,” said Angel, “I don’t know the company.  What kind of pharmaceuticals do you make?”

”Oh, I don’t make them.  I am just a middle man.  I supply American drugs to other countries in South America,” he said.

Angel responded, “That’s great—and it must be a great way to earn a dollar.”  She glanced down at her watch and said, “Oh my, I must be going.  My husband will be wondering where I am.”

She smiled at him and said, “It’s nice to meet you.  Perhaps I’ll see you again.”

Evan Rodriguez smiled in return and said, “I hope so, Ms.?”

“Angel.”  She smiled, but thought, “I’ll see you tonight.”

As she walked away, she realized, “This is the way the virus has been spread!  The import/export company is a perfect cover for the manufacture and distribution of the virus.”

Angel felt excited now, thinking that another piece of the puzzle was falling into place.  She began thinking of the next steps to be taken with Diego.  She wanted to talk to him right away but knew that she couldn’t.  Just as she had strolled along the beach, Diego had strolled along SR A1A on the front side of the house.  Angel waited to call him, wanting to be well out of both the auditory and visual range of any observers.


Once she was halfway back to Hallandale Beach, she called Diego.  As he answered the call, she blurted out, “Diego, I spoke to the guy who I saw at the hotel last Friday!”

Diego said, “Si?”

Obviously, Diego was unimpressed.

“I mean the guy spoke to me on the beach and told me that he is in the import/export business and sells American pharmaceuticals in South America.”

Diego now responded more alertly, “Why would an import/export business sell American pharmaceuticals in South America?  American drugs are too expensive for most people there.  Americans buy the drugs from there to save money.  And, if he was working with the PETA group, why wouldn’t he know that George was missing?”

Angel answered, “Well, of course!  Obviously, the drug business is a sham set up to help them move the virus around without attracting suspicion.  Do you think that they have organized in such a way that they don’t talk directly?  That would explain why he doesn’t know that George is missing.”

Diego replied, “Perhaps, or perhaps he was just trying to find out something from you.”

“True,” Angel said.  “I suppose that, if he recognized me from the hotel, he thought he might learn something.”

“Did you tell him anything?” Diego asked.

“Just that I had to get back to my husband at the Diplomat.”

“Okay, let’s meet at the Diplomat and talk,” Diego suggested.

Thirty minutes later, Diego and Angel were seated at the Diplomat’s sports bar in a far corner.  As the Pro Bowl played on the television overhead, Angel drank a beer and told Diego of the results of her surveillance.  Diego had also seen video cameras on the front of the house and, while watching the front, had seen someone enter through the front gate.  He told Angel that there was a video camera at the gate and, based on what he saw, there seemed to be a manned alarm system.

“Well, there is something going on there that doesn’t smell right,” said Angel.

“You smelled something bad?” asked Diego.

Angel laughed, “No, I mean they are doing something bad there.”

Diego’s face flushed.  “I don’t know that one,” he said.  “I think we are going to have to hit them hard.  We have to go in fast—and we have to have masks on.  It has to look like a random home invasion robbery and we can’t leave evidence behind that tells them, or anybody else, who we are.”

Angel nodded.  “Yep, it’s kick in the door time,” she said and thought back to her DEA training.  That was part of what she had liked most about joining the DEA.  Six months after joining, she was literally kicking in a door as part of a team apprehending and arresting known drug dealers.  The whole activity had appealed to her—being part of a team of professionals, the sense of adventure, never knowing what was on the other side of the door, and knowing that she was taking down bad guys.  She smiled to herself as she thought of those times.

Diego asked, “Why are you smiling?”

Angel looked at him and said, “I was just thinking how much I liked kicking in doors and arresting drug dealers!”

To her surprise, Diego started laughing.  Angel thought his laughter was odd, but funny.  She started laughing too.

Diego said, “I’m glad you didn’t kick in my door.”

Angel replied, and surprised herself when she did so, “Me too.”

After comparing notes on their surveillance of the house, they both concluded that at least four people, and possibly six, would be required to storm the house and control the occupants.  Diego noted that the feeds from the video cameras on the front of the house all went to a window on the second floor just right of the front door.  He said, “I guess that is where the security guard watches the video feeds from the cameras around the house.”  Angel felt silly for not observing the video cabling on the beach side of the house.

“Okay, if the security system is run from that room on the front of the house, how do we take it out before being seen?” she asked. 

“We don’t,” Diego replied.  “We set up a diversion and walk in.”

Angel asked, “What do you have in mind?”

Diego answered, “A car accident at the front gate.  Then we cut the cables from the video cameras and leave them blind.”

Angel said, “That sounds good.  With a little luck and a heavy foot on the accelerator, we could blow through the gates and be at the front door in no time.  What would you say, is it about fifty feet from the wall on the property’s boundary?”

Diego laughed again and said, “Yes, that is right, but I think we will end up on the front steps!”  He then suggested two more local “associates” to round out the assault team.

Angel shrugged and said, “I trust your judgment on that.”  She picked up the check and her blackberry and prepared to leave. 

Diego said, “What’s your hurry?” and took another swig of his beer.

Angel replied, “It’s Sunday and I have to call my Mom.”

Diego looked surprised for a moment but then nodded and said, “That’s a good thing to do.  Appreciate your parents while you can.”

Angel didn’t bother to note that her father had died.  What did he care?  She simply responded, “I’ll see you later.”

With that, she turned, walked towards the bar, dropped the check and a twenty-dollar bill on it and left.

Night  

The night was cool, with only a slender crescent moon providing a dim, glowing light.  Angel was at the gate on the beach side of the house.  Dressed all in black, with her hair pulled up under a knit ski mask, she was a shadow, nothing more, to a casual observer.  She checked her watch.  It was two o’clock in the morning.  That was when she heard the screech of brakes and a crash on the other side of the house.  At the sound of the crash, she slung her shotgun over her shoulder, counted to thirty, and pulled herself over the beachside wall.  Slipping down the other side, she checked for signs of alarms.  Hearing none, she moved towards the French doors on the north end of the house, skirting the pool and avoiding the deck chairs.  She thought, “I guess Diego’s guys are as good as he said.  I don’t hear any alarms.”

Just as she thought this, a motion-sensitive security light came on, flooding the pool deck with light.  Angel whispered, “Crap!” under her breath and ran to the wall next to the French doors.  Taking a deep breath, she pulled the shotgun off her shoulder and kicked in the French doors.  Looking around, she saw that she was in a dining room.  She moved towards the interior door and entered a hallway that appeared to go south towards the rest of the house.  Moving along the hallway, she checked the next door on her left, pausing as she heard footsteps and people calling out to one another as they descended the stairway from the second floor of the house.

When their voices and footsteps trailed off towards the front of the house, she tried the doorknob.  The room was dark but light was streaming in the windows from the outside floodlight she had set off.  Taking a quick look around, she noted that this appeared to be a sitting room.  There were newspapers and magazines scattered around on the end tables and soft drink bottles and empty tumblers on the coffee table in the middle of the room.  “Nope, not here,” she thought and turned to leave.  As she did, she saw a figure move in the hallway.  Swinging the shotgun around, she smashed the barrel against the shadowy figure’s head, knocking them into the wall opposite the doorway.  As the person fell, she aimed the shotgun at their body.  Once she was sure they weren’t moving, she grabbed zip ties from her belt and expertly bound their hands and feet.  When they were secured, she looked at her adversary’s face in the light coming through the doorway from the exterior windows.  She saw that it was Evan Rodriguez, the man she’d spoken with on the beach that afternoon.  “Well, we did meet again, didn’t we?” she thought to herself.

Leaving Evan on the floor, she checked the next door, on her right, it was a coat closet.  Moving down the hallway, she opened another door on her left, it was the kitchen and breakfast nook.  There was a nightlight on the wall above the tile countertop.  She looked for signs of life and, seeing none, moved on.  Coming to the end of the hallway, she turned right, towards the front of the house.  There was a doorway on her left and right.  The right-side door opened to a bathroom.  She tried the doorknob on the left and found it was locked.  Making note of it, she moved on, checking two other doors before coming to the front foyer.  There, at the bottom of the stairs, she saw two bodies laid out on the floor and trussed up in similar fashion as to how she had left Evan Rodriguez.  Diego was standing over the two bodies and his two “associates” were peering up the stairs on either side of the open front door.

“Diego!” hissed Angel.

“Si,” replied Diego.

“Have you been upstairs yet?”

“No, we just took out these two.  Juan, Nicki, check out the second floor.” barked Diego.

The two men began to ascend the stairs, holding Winchester pump 12-gauge shotguns at the ready.

Angel moved towards Diego.  “How did you make out in the front?” she asked.

“Not bad,” said Diego.  “We swerved into the gate, crashed the car through and Juan and I pretended to be knocked unconscious while Nicki cut the video lines.  When these two came down to see what was happening, we took them down quietly.  We should have a couple of minutes before the cops get here.”

Angel glanced down at the two figures on the ground and saw that they didn’t appear to be breathing.  “Did you have to kill them?” she asked.

“They are not dead.  They are simply drugged.  Juan is very good with a hypodermic needle!”

“Oh,” said Angel, turning around.  She watched as Juan and Nicki stepped onto the second floor landing and then said to Diego, “There’s a locked door back here that I want to check out, now that I know you’ve got this area secure.”  And with that, she headed back down the hallway. 

Reaching the locked door, she pulled out her burglar tools from the pocket on the side of her black cargo pants.  As she knelt down to try and jimmy the lock, she heard a noise from the other side of the door.  Instinctively leaning to the left, away from the door, she heard and felt the blast of the machine gun bullets bursting through the wooden door and hitting the wall behind her.  Rolling onto her back at the left side of the door, she aimed the shotgun at the doorknob and blasted it off the door.  She kicked the door with her right foot while aiming the shotgun at the doorway.  As the door swung into the room, she saw the muzzle flash from the machine gun and fired at it.  The machine gun traced an arc of bullets upward as the gunner fell backwards under the impact of the 12-gauge shot at close range.  Angel rolled over to her left side, looking into the room.  There was no one else there.  She noted that there were several computer screens lit and a reading light was illuminating a desk.  Standing up, she walked into the room with the shotgun at the ready and checked on the condition of the gunman.  She did a double take when she saw that the gunman was actually an Asian woman in her mid twenties.  The shotgun round had blown a gaping wound in her chest and her lifeless eyes stared up at Angel.

“Sorry about that, honey.” Angel muttered and moved to the desk.  She saw papers with the word “Halpan” on them and scooped them up, stuffing them into another pocket in her pants.  Looking around the room, she saw that what she’d first thought were several computer screens were, in fact, a single laptop computer and several monitors for the alarm system.  All of the monitors were showing a blank screen.  “Nicki did a good job of cutting the alarm system, “she thought as she grabbed the laptop and carried it out of the room, ‘but Diego was wrong about the location of the monitors.”  She walked to the front of the house again and found Diego, Juan and Nicki at the end of the hallway with their weapons aimed at her.  When they saw her, they lowered the guns.  Angel asked, “Did you find anything else?”

Juan answered, “No.  The upstairs rooms appear to all be bedrooms and bathrooms.”

Diego said, “It’s time to go.”

Angel replied, “That guy I saw at the hotel is in the back hallway.  Why don’t we take him with us?”

“Okay, but let’s move.” said Diego.

Sirens could be heard approaching as they collected Evan Rodriguez and headed out the back door.  Nicki, who was a large man, hoisted Evan on his back and they trotted north, up the beach towards the pavilion.  There were lights on in some of the other houses now.

“The car crash and gunshots definitely waked the neighbors!” thought Angel.

As they approached the pavilion, they saw the blue lights of a police car go by, heading south, followed by the red lights of a fire truck from the Hallandale Beach fire station on the county line.  After they passed, Diego, Juan and Nicki climbed into the Bentley, with Nicki shoving Evan into the backseat next to him.  Evan was beginning to come to and was turning his head about with a glassy stare. 

Angel said, “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” and headed for her car. 

Diego replied, “Si.  Good work, Señorita.”

Angel nodded her thanks and, still carrying the laptop, opened the door to her Mini and clambered in.  She put the computer on the passenger seat and set the shotgun on the passenger-side floor.  She sat there for a moment as the Bentley’s engine started and the headlights came on.  She watched them pull away and stop at the end of the driveway approaching State Road A1A.  She watched the brake lights dim as the Bentley drove away and thought about what had just happened.  She thought about the young woman she had killed and sighed, “When did I become so cavalier about taking a life?”  She started the engine and headed home.
 

Thomas A. Hall

You can read parts 1,2 & 3, here, by following the links
1. http://www.weeklysouthernarts.com/angel-chapter-1---a-novel-by-thomas-a-hall.html 
2.  
http://www.weeklysouthernarts.com/angel-part-ii.html
3.  http://www.weeklysouthernarts.com/angel---pt-3.html 

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