Thanksgiving Blues

Thanksgiving Blues

Black stockings made of fish net
Little Darling don’t you fret
Taking another trip down the road of regret
Buying children school clothes at the shopping outlet,

Lord, I didn’t anticipate being alone
No calls coming in on the telephone
All those expressions cold as stone
If I could borrow love I’d take out a loan,

Sky is gray the street wet with rain
Were all my life’s efforts in vain?
All this could drive a good man insane
Right now I’d even settle for plain Jane,

The window glass misty with my breath
Is this really a type of living death?
There’s another name for Satan and that’s Seth
Where is she when you need her Lady Macbeth?

Misery, it seems is my only friend
There’s more uncertainty just around the next bend
Sometimes a man’s heart can never mend
Perhaps I’m just getting closer to the end,

Standing on the sidewalk watching life pass me by
They call it self-pity they’re all so steel eyed
If they’d been through the same thing as I
They’d simply moan, give up, and cry,

God look down upon this pathetic man
You knew what was to happen then what was the plan?
If I would have known I would have ran
No guests for Thanks Giving no holiday ham.

Another Near Miss

Another Near Miss

You just had to have an affair so you could be free
You forced me down on bended knee
Oh Lord how could this be?
My last trip to sanctuary,

I’m not complaining anymore
The past leaves a scar that is still so sore
When you did that I knew we were never more
It’s just that I feel so hollow at the core,

Life brings us all this change
It’s our job to adapt and rearrange
But when existence becomes too strange
When life becomes a prisoner exchange,

You find just how expendable we all are
All of us behind invisible bars
As Fathers as wives as children no stars
On a hot summer’s day like a dog in a car,

We all have unique observations on life
It will carve you up just like a knife
And just when you think you’ve overcome the strife
Do you really want to risk having another wife?

Home wreckers rationalize with blame
They have no problem forgetting your name
Walking out on you it’s all the same
We can never go back from where we came,

I never really knew you I know now
Listened to your drivel like a sacred cow
Dealt with your acid tongue like a leopard’s growl
Now I live life stuck like a rusted plow,

On the world’s stage I’ve taken my bow
Yet, I’m not quite ready to throw in the towel
At those rare social occasions, I merely prowl
But deep inside I want to let out a werewolves howl,

With some solace within the Lord’s prayer
Sometimes I’ll admit to the thousand-yard stare
A desperate animal caught and trapped in a snare
Should I chew off my leg and leave it there?

Oh tell me Dear did you ever really care?
Could there be intelligent life anywhere?
Instead of just kicking this old gray mare
Another near miss what a scare.

Could Andrew Breitbart’s Death Been An Assassination?

Could Andrew Breitbart’s Death Been An Assassination?

In the wake of the unlikely death of successful and talented publisher and commentator, Andrew Breitbart we are not only saddened but intrigued by his untimely passing. A 43 year old California publishing millionaire collapses in front of his home, dying shortly after. Yes, this is an unfortunate reality of our fast paced world of stress and pressured living, Breitbart was an acknowledged political opponent of Barack Obama. Some have speculated at his anger being responsible for causing a heart problem that could have led to a sudden and fatal episode.

However, there is more to this tragic puzzle than meets the eye. In his political battle against the President’s radical push to transform American society into Obama’s socialistic vision. Andrew Breitbart posed maybe too great a threat to the career of Barack Hussein Obama. It was announced here recently that not only did Breitbart acquire home movies containing damaging information about President Obama’s radical affiliations with known subversives, but that he would use this material to force Obama to have to requalify himself as being eligible to hold the office of the presidency all over again. There would be no automatic vetting of the President by state election boards once the controversy had been fully revealed on film.

Breitbart’s expose’ would also shed light on the fact that news organizations and educators who sympathize with the leftist cause in America had hidden this film footage or severely edited the content so as not to reveal its true convicting essence. Breitbart, said that he would vet President Obama in 2012 under the revelation of the videos he had acquired, Andrew promised a new and powerful weapon against the chances of a successful re-election campaign. It was clear that Andrew Breitbart was more than hinting at the Kryptonite he had in store for an incumbent president seeking another term.

Among a long list of known radicals such as William Ayers, a convicted domestic terrorist, Bernadine Dohrn, his wife and coconspirator, Louis Farrakhan, a known radical leftist hate monger, were others who participated in Obama’s developing career. As allegations grew and political pressures threatened to obstruct his ambitions, Obama used his most well known tactic of disassociating himself from those in his past. Although this stretched his credibility and shed obvious doubt upon himself, Obama continued to deny his past involvement with many of these radical and even criminal elements such as Tony Rezko.

Through these videos of young Barack Obama’s college days, Andrew Breitbart planned to reveal all the rabid and fanatical subversives that the President spent time with and rallied around in his formative years. Yet, for reasons of political expediency, Obama had abruptly severed ties with these personalities once criticism arose to conceal the truth.

With Breitbart’s exposure of the President’s radical ties the American people could finally have proof of Obama’s influences who publicly expressed their hatred for America, their contempt for our capitalistic society, as well as their hostility toward white people. Of course, this was not only something President Obama would not want potential voters to see, but a side of his ideological development that defined who he really was, and how that dictated just why his policies tended to diminish traditional American interests. It answered all to well just why it was that President Obama has conducted a campaign of weakening this nation with his counterproductive directives.

For example, one film clip shows Professor Derrick Bell embracing young Barack Obama in 1991 during a political event. Bell, a radical Harvard Professor, advocated harassing white people. Professor Bell charged that the US justice system was inherently prejudiced toward black Americans. Derrick Bell made well known his anti-Semitism toward Jews. A radical mentor of Obama’s, Richard Ogletree, admitted to hiding this piece of film footage during the 2008 election campaign for obvious reasons. It is this kind of political manipulation that begins to uncover a conspiracy to black out the troubled past of Barack Hussein Obama. Revealing these facts could upset the carefully molded image created for the public by Barack Obama’s handlers, and change the course of events to come!

The only limit to the shock factor of an assassination is the clandestined act of killing a key political figure itself. Either the true assassin and the reason for that deed can be made public or not. The reason, who was behind it, the method used to kill, and even the political rationale for such a bold and brutal act can remain a well kept mystery if the factions responsible so deem it to be necessary.

Over the decades a multitude of individuals all over the world especially in America have been systematically exterminated with surgical precision and often very unclear motives. Political figures, enforcement agents, celebrities, UFO investigators, intelligence agents, armed forces personnel, and even journalists have suffered untimely deaths of questionable detail and circumstance. Assassinations are an art as well as a science. Over the last few decades with the help of science, they have become harder and harder to identify due to the disguised method, or the Machiavellian situation that was arranged in order to insure a swift and efficient kill with few if any clues left as to the perpetrators of the evil act.

By the 1960’s the CIA and KGB had perfected many subtle and ingenious ways of causing a swift and hard to determine form of death. By 1962 the CIA was able to introduce cancer as a covert manner of killing a target without drawing suspicion to who and why. CIA laboratories devised methods of toxin delivery that made detection of the cause of death almost impossible.

In 1975 during the Church Committee, Senator Barry Goldwater of Arizona interrogated a CIA director who exhibited a hand gun capable of delivering a high speed frozen dart composed of a frozen toxin. The dart would enter the target’s body like any other bullet or projectile and melt as it delivered the fatal dose of poison into the circulatory system leaving only a small reddened area where it had pierced the skin. It would be almost undetectable, especially if a coroner had not been briefed to look for this subtle indicator.

Another innovative form of inducing a covert form of heart attack in a social setting was a cigar that was invented by the Soviet KGB that when lit and casually brought within close proximity of the target would induce a sudden cardiac arrest from the vapor emitted. The agent would merely approach the victim, light the cigar in a relaxed manner, and lean with one hand against the shoulder of the target, cigar in that hand, in a seemingly friendly gesture. The smoke from the cigar, laced with a fast acting airborne chemical would induce the desired rapid death from apparent natural causes.

Was Andrew Breitbart the target of an assassin’s frozen killer dart, delivered by the expert aim of an operative brandishing a pistol designed to propel that deadly projectile? Was Breitbart struck by a fast acting neurotoxin that paralyzed his heart muscle and simulated what appeared to be a classic massive cardiac arrest? Was the unfortunate and untimely death by natural causes being conveniently determined by an unsuspecting coroner, and becoming the inordinate epitaph of an angry opponent of President Obama? Is this the way the compliant leftist main stream media would obediently report the story in response to a deadly event that occurred under suspect timing in conjunction with the release of damaging evidence that was to be presented against President Obama? Does this seem to be a bit too accusatory, or is it simply too coincidental to ignore?

Let me remind you that ever since the horrific assassination of President John F. Kennedy
In 1963, the business of well coordinated and often high tech assassinations has become more and more prevalent as an expedient method of eviscerating threats. Almost every assassination of a leading political figure from Robert Kennedy to Martin Luther King has been fraught with conspiracy allegations. However, that leaves a long list of people who have suffered very untimely deaths that seemed to be from natural causes, yet are unexplainably attributed to those seemingly too young to have been candidates for deaths by natural causes. Many of these people were in a controversial situation and they posed a threat to an opposing faction either intentionally or simply by the weight of the evidence their investigations had uncovered.

A reminder of the CIA’s use of cancer to cause the demise of targeted subjects would be Jack Ruby, the man who gunned down the alleged assassin of JFK, Lee Harvey Oswald. Killing Oswald with a hand gun in front of national TV counters in the parking garage of the Dallas Court House, Ruby pleaded with authorities to be taken to Washington DC where he would expose the whole plot to kill President Kennedy. Jack Ruby’s pleas fell on deaf ears and he would later die in a Dallas jail cell from a form of cancer. Was that just a coincidence? Was that the product of a CIA medical laboratory? Perhaps its just another meaningless conspiracy theory. Funny how more and more of these inexplicable events take place these days whenever it seems the exposure of damaging evidence is eminent.

Who Is The True Master That President Obama Serves

President Obama answers to another power besides the people of America

With the announcement today of President Obama’s rejection of TransCanada’s proposal for the construction of the Keystone XL Pipeline, we are seeing nothing more than environmental terrorism. America in need of jobs and economic stimulus instead must suffer another setback due to the supposed concerns over ecological impact of an oil pipeline that has been proposed for years as a result of the great tar sands discovery in Alberta, Canada and even parts of US northern territory. Regardless of the potential benefits to American workers, employers, tax jurisdictions, and suppliers, President Obama has made another partisan move with a political angle that eclipses logic and economic sense.

The use of environmental concerns to stifle political opposition that comes up with better solutions and makes the Obama administration look bad is a blemish that the Obama administration is unwilling to accept. So, better to kill a wonderful opportunity for  strategically located energy at cheaper prices that is brought in by American workers and their Canadian counterparts, than suffer humiliation that would be short-lived amongst the praises of supporting such a beneficial shot in the arm for the American economy. President Obama would rather kill the deal under the false pretense of State department procedure and review.

This short sighted stubbornness and rigid ideological indifference can only indicate that our President serves another master, and that master is not the American people. In essence, Obama is holding the US hostage to his ultimate goal of undermining American energy independence through ambiguous legislation and the heavy handed regulation of the EPA which has already shut down many offshore drilling operations in the Gulf. The Keystone XL Pipeline is a wonderful opportunity to attain multiple goals at the same time. Few times in history is our great nation treated to such promising prospects that address so many needs at once, economic, job creation, tax revenues, secured energy resources, and positive trade relations with our neighbor, Canada. Yet, our President sees fit to obstruct this chance to reinvigorate the US economy.

Let’s talk about which masters President Obama is really serving here in the midst of this controversial decision. There’s China. They need oil to meet their growing consumption. China’s growing disenchantment with the US economy and its impact on the billions in Federal Treasury notes held by the Asian super power puts a great deal of leverage in their hands. If China were to dump the hundreds of billions in US Treasury notes onto the world market, the US dollar would experience a crisis. Is Obama going to allow the tar sands oil resource from Alberta be negotiated instead to the Chinese as Obama stages his mock environmental concerns? Will Obama wait to score political points with his supporters by waiting until a future crucial point to pull the Keystone XL Pipeline out of his hat and approve it then?

Or does President Obama have yet another unseen master who is pulling the puppet strings from the shadows and dictating a more sinister motive in withholding energy independence and job prospects from the American economy? That master is the New World Order, those rich families who control the Federal Reserve System; pull the strings at the United Nations, and influence the CFR (Council on Foreign Relations) whom most political figures, corporate leaders, and mainstream US media journalists are members. It is to the best interests of the New World Order to keep America in decline as this nation serves as a political contradiction to the failures of socialist regimes all over the globe. Socialism is the tool that the New World Order wants to use in order to keep all nations citizens on an equal but impoverished playing field.

The shadow government is using class warfare within the US now as it pits the affluent against those who no longer have jobs or careers thanks to government sanctioned legislation that has killed jobs and forced American corporations to relocate overseas. How convenient to use class warfare while the overburdening taxation it takes to pay the Federal Reserve for printing the worthless, fiat, US currency that deflates as the US economy declines from unemployment caused by Federal Reserve backed policy.

Do you really think this is some convoluted conspiracy theory? Think again. Why does the US government continue to draft policies that only restrict US potential, take away our freedoms, violated the US Constitution, and stifle the individual? Why is public education getting worse while being infected with radical political content, sex, and even homosexual lifestyle classes? Why are failing minorities allowed to cause over all standards and minimum requirements to drop rather than the system doing a better job of educating them?

Why is Communist influence being tolerated in our society and government? 80 members of Congress are registered in the American Communist Party. Why are our courts forcing state governments like Oklahoma to accept Sharia Law when it is unconstitutional for foreign treaties to trump US Constitutional law? Why was Proposition 8 in California overturned when more than 7 million state citizens voted against it? Why does the Obama administration refuse to protect our international borders with Mexico, allow drug cartels to freely enter our country, and offer free government services to illegal aliens while suing the states for enforcing federal law?

This is the subterfuge causing chaos and confusion within our nation. America is under a takeover, and the people can’t see the truth because they are bound by the right and left paradigm created by the shadow world government to distract us from what really is going on. How can President Obama possibly justify withholding cheap and secure energy from his nation, not to mention the jobs and tax revenues that go with it? The answer is, as the President holds America hostage, he is answering to his true allegiance and his true masters of the New World Order.

Halloween Story No. 4 “The Curse”

• Posted by Doc Vega on October 24, 2026 at 5:10pm
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Arnold Yates had spent 20 years in big city law enforcement. Ten years as a Cop and 10 years as an investigator. As a result he’s lost most of his faith in human nature after seeing what people do to each other. For 3 years after his wife left luckily before his pension would kick in, Arnie, as his friends, what friends he had left, called him, he had searched for some affordable real estate in a quiet setting. Low priced, easy to afford, and a bargain compared to the part of the country he lived in, he came up with East Texas where the population density was low, crime stats were below the national average, and real estate was undervalued compared to much of the US.

Losing a wife he had intended on spending the rest of his years with was a blow, but it didn’t change his long term goal of getting away from the cruelty and savageness of the big city! Hortonville had been a lumber town and railroad center for a time in the 1930’s and was now simply a rural farm community center with a grocery store, feed store, gas station, and few shops aside from the sheriff’s office. When a realtor showed Arnold the spacious cabin with a nice piece of land around it with a price that couldn’t be matched anywhere else, he took it! Living on his pension now, he’d always be able to afford it! Now all he had to do was buy some furniture and appliances before he could move in.

A local directed him to the Penny Inn off the main drag where he could stay a few nights until he got situated. Mrs. Branch ran the place and was decent enough giving him a weekly rate and letting him know she served basic breakfasts starting at 7:30 in the morning until 9:30 biscuits and sausage gravy, egg and cheese omelets, or bacon and eggs. Since her last checkout she told Arnold he’d be all by himself in room 66 at the end of the hallway.

Arnie was waiting on deliveries when a knock came at the door. He answered it and in front of him was a well-dressed portly fellow who extended his hand, “You Arnold Yates?” He asked with a smile.

“Who wants to know?” Arnie squinted suspiciously not taking the hand shake.

“I’m Ray Hutchison, County Commissioner. Mind if I come in?”

Arnie stepped aside and gestured him in, “To what do I attribute this personal greeting to?”

“Let me get down to brass tacks. I have an offer for you that I think you’ll like. Being that we have a small county and not a lot of law enforcement here, I’m looking for an experienced lawman that we can depend on. A county detective. You’d answer to the sheriff’s office.”

Before he could get started Arnold swung his head back and forth, “I’ve spent 20 years in a big city police force and I’ve had all the crime I can stomach!”

“Look,” Ray replied, “I know all about your record. We could use a seasoned man like you. Excellent life insurance, salary, and you get your own vehicle too!” You’d be more like a consultant than a full time detective! Most times our farming and ranch community get along just fine. It’s nothing like where you come from.”

“To tell you quite truthfully, I really wanted to get out of this profession.”

“Oh, come on now!” Ray insisted, “It’s in your blood! It wouldn’t be long before you miss being involved. You know that as well as I do! Please consider it.”

What this persistent man was saying was unfortunately true, “let me mull this over. I’m not sure if I want to jump back into the furnace so to speak,” Arnie sighed.

“Look, you’re invited over to the sheriff’s office, talk to some deputies, get a feel for the operation, and if you want, we’ll talk more,” Ray smiled and extended his hand once more which Arnie took.

“By the way,” Arnie asked, “Why didn’t the sheriff contact me on this instead of you?”

Ray took on a suddenly dark countenance and sighed, “Well our Sheriff Porter, died while on the job of a heart attack. He was a good man! It hit the department pretty hard.”

“I see.”

“We could really use the help, Sir,” Ray almost pleaded.

“Okay, let me go down to the office in a couple of days after I get things situated around here and get the lay of the land, but this is no commitment, understand?”

Ray nervously shook his head, “No worries! No pressure! Just come in and tell me what you think!” Ray grabbed Arnie’s hand again and scurried out the door.

Three Days Later

The first chill of fall had begun and a light drizzle had begun to fall as he hit the windshield wiper switch and headed out from the edge of town, onto the main drag, and to the sheriff’s office. It was quiet as Arnold introduced himself to the Marcy, the Dispatcher. “Would you be able to pull up a few weeks of the blotter so I could see what kind of activity has been going on?” He smiled.

“Why sure. I’ll put’em in a folder for you!” She replied as she looked over this tall man with brown hair that hung off his shoulders. What an interesting specimen, she thought.

“Thanks,” Arnold spoke absentmindedly as he walked through the deputies offices.

“May I help you, Sir?” A young deputy asked, thin and wiry, but tough besides his uniform and badge, a pair of well-polished boots, seemed he took his job seriously.

“Name’s Arnold Yates. It seems your County Commissioner has been anxious to get me out here.”

“Oh yeah! You’re the new guy!” He stuck out his hand. “Glad to meet you!”

“Deputy Can I have a minute with you. Where we can talk?”

Buck closed the door to the office and gestured for Arnold to have a chair. “Shoot,” he said.

“How have things been lately here? I heard your sheriff suffered a heart attack.”

Buck’s face become suddenly gloomy, “Yeah that was a tough one. I found him in his truck, deceased. Dispatch had been calling and we were out looking for him.”

“What do you think?” Arnold pressed.

“Uh, something disturbed me about it. He had this look on his face like something or someone had scared the hell out of him. Like he’d seen a ghost! He was a big man like you, and he had nothing to be afraid of from any man.”

“What did the coroner say about it?”

“I was not privy to the autopsy, but I did see what the end result was,” Buck explained with is hands folded nervously in front of him. I thought it was unusual.”

“How are things? What’s been happening lately?” Arnie squinted inquisitively.

“Most of the time, everything is routine, patrols, occasional traffic accidents, cattle falls out of a truck, nothing too big to handle but lately we’ve had a slew of animal mutilations and someone breaking into farmer’s meat freezers.”

“Any ideas?”

“I have one lead, but I don’t know if it’s related to the Sheriff’s death,” Buck advised, “I got a feeling anyway.”

“Tell me about it?”

“Well, there’s this widow, and I mean she is a looker, but a peculiar Gal. She reported a peeping Tom or something that looked scary that she saw in her window! We went out and checked it out. Found some big footprints outside her place. Big ones!”

“You get a plaster cast?”

“No, it rained the following day and washed them away! But, you should go and check her out,” He said with a sly smile.

“What are you some kind of matchmaker?” Arnold frowned.

“I’m just saying she is different, mysterious, I’d say. You might find out something from her.”

“You playing games with me, Mister?” Arnie growled. “I don’t have time for games.”

“No! No!” Buck held up his hands defensively. “She’s an artist.”

“Getting back to the break-ins. Are there bears or cougars in the area?”

“No bears in years around these parts, but cougars, yes!” Buck explained. “But whatever has been doing this is no damn bear.”

Chapter II

Before he left the office, Marci, had dropped a folder of blotters in his lap and Arnold went over them. Most of it was all routine uneventful calls and patrol chatter, but the break-ins were serious along with a couple of cattle that had been drained bloodless. That was flat out of the norm! It reminded Arnold of FBI reports coming out of New Mexico years before about cattle mutilations! And he thought things were going to be quiet. Damn it! Arnold decided to go over to this widow’s place and interview her.

It looked like a small 2 story house as he walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell. Only the screen door was left open. From the shadowy interior came the figure of a tall woman, slender, wearing a house coat open in the middle revealing a sheer gown she was wearing. In one hand she held an artist’s paint brush and in the other a drink. “Who may I say is calling she wavered in a cunning manner as though it were all a joke and she wore a mischievous smile.

“Name’s Arnold Yates, I’m an investigator for the county,” He tipped his hat. “May I come in?”

She nodded and backed away from the door, “Come,” She replied, leaning her head as she looked him over.

“Would you mind answering a few questions?” Arnie asked.

“I thought I did all that before when your deputies showed up,” She replied while giving him odd glances as if interested but undecided yet.

“Sorry to bother you,” Arnold apologized.

“That’s alright, Detective, can I interest you in a drink. It seems pretty late in the day for duty,” She was right about that. He’d spent hours at the sheriff’s office and it was late in the afternoon now.

“You caught me in the middle of my daily cocktail hour before I make dinner,” she mentioned as if telling a boring story.

There was a scent she gave off faintly of vanilla and musk that was alluring, even arousing! Arnold hadn’t been with another women since his wife had left. “Get your mind out of the gutter!” he told himself.

She glanced at him like she knew what he was thinking, “By the way, my name is Amanda.” She held out her hand, the one that didn’t have a drink in it.

“Let me put away this paint brush. I have a small studio in the back. It keeps me busy now that I exist without a man in my life,” She explained with a knowing look in her eyes, “How’d you like to fill the bill?”

Arnold cleared his throat as she strolled back into the kitchen, and offered him a drink, “What’ll yuh have?”

“Whatever, is convenient for you to make. Do you have rum?”

“Oh yes, what is life without rum?” She mixed it with soda and bent over toward him revealing her cleavage through the sheer gown that parted the house coat. Arnold swallowed and tried to look into her eyes.

“I’m widowed and so living here alone, I must make life interesting for myself here. I regret selling the larger house my late husband and I shared, but living alone and constantly attending to everything it takes to maintain a place for too time consuming,” She sighed. “Now I must live among these local yokels, who make rumors about me.”

Noting that Amanda was a statuesque woman with a willowy figure and seductive charm, Arnold spoke up, “I find it strange that you haven’t found a man that would worship the ground you walk on.”

She blushed momentarily, “I’m afraid I’d walk all over him. Besides prospects here among these country bumpkins, no thanks!”

“Well, I guess you could always move to where there’s more action,” Arnold replied sarcastically.

“Aside from the disappointment. I like it here, but living without someone to share it with is a challenge, and how about you?”

Arnold tried not to look too outwardly grim, “My wife of 17 years left.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said as she took a sip off her drink.”

Arnold drained the rest of his glass.

“How about another?” She offered

“Why not?” Arnold sighed.

As Amanda poured him another drink, Arnold asked, “Can you tell me what happened? What you saw?”

She got a sudden unpleasant look on her face as she recalled, “It was around this time of day. I was about to cook for myself and I saw what I thought was a peeping Tom, until I looked closer and thought I was looking at something like a creature more than I a man! Like to have scared the hell out of me! When I screamed, he or it ran off!”

“Can you describe in more detail?” Arnold asked.

“The head was wide, eyes large and brown from what I could see. A furry head with only part of the eyes, nose, and mouth uncovered, the rest, dark brown. “I’ll do a very professional sketch for you if you like being that I’m an artist,” She offered.

“We might need that,” Arnold sighed and finished his drink. “I’m sorry to have taken up so much of your time, but I better let you attend to your dinner.”

“Aw, you have to go?” Amanda feigned true regret. “Just when it was getting interesting too.”

He couldn’t deny it, this woman who was supposed to be around 50 was definitely well preserved and very alluring. His arousal was undeniable, but he decided this might not be an appropriate time to grab her and taste those wicked lips of hers.

“Do me a favor. You can come back any time you like. I enjoy your company,” She smiled once again mischievously.

“I will!” Arnold said as he took her hand and kissed it wondering if he’d gone too far, but she accepted it gracefully and nodded to him. With that he walked out of her place.

It was just about dark now and he got his atomic flashlight from his car and scanned around. At her window he noted that whoever it was would have to have stood 7 foot tall in order to look into that window! His visual scan took him to a ditch filled with a tree line that extended a mile down the road as they lined the culvert that ran alongside the road! It was dark and tangled in tree trunks and brush, no way was he going to get down into that, but it could be a great escape route for a Peeping Tom or whatever that ape man thing was! He went back to his vehicle, thinking about Amanda, and drove off.

That night the dream state was a crushing experience as it seemed Amanda’s presence hovered over him as she slept. Several times he awake in a dark void convinced he had made love to the bewitching widow who it seemed called out to him in his sleep. It seemed Amanda was haunting his sleep and there was nothing he could do about it! The next morning when he arrived at the Sheriff’s office he called in Buck, who was just about to leave on patrol. “What do you know about this woman who reported the Peeping Tom?” Arnold frowned.

“All I know is she’s a widow, she’s pretty decent looking, and I examined the area where she claimed she was being watched from. That’s all!”

“Why were you suggesting that I go check her out?” Arnie demanded.

Intimidated by the irritation is Arnie’s mood, the deputy shrugged innocently, “I swear, I don’t know anything else about that woman. I just thought you might finder her interesting is all? Why?”

“Nothing, but yeah you’re right, she’s interesting in a wicked sort of way. You can go now,” Arnie said dismissively.

“I didn’t mean anything by it!” Buck explained.

“Okay, fine, just proceed to your duties, Deputy!”

Amanda was still weighing on his mind, and it seemed nothing could halt his obsession, Beads of sweat rolled off his temples. What the hell had happened to him? Was he losing his mind? Arnie now regretted he accepted the offer to consider taking this job! But, knowing all this he couldn’t help himself. Arnold got in his truck and drove over to Amanda’s home. Feeling somewhere between being an idiot and a love sick puppy, he walked onto her porch, the screen door as before was the only thing keeping the front entrance secure. He knocked.

Amanda approached from the dimly lit interior of her place wearing only a shawl that spit down the middle revealing her nude form, “I knew you would be back! I waited for you!” She hissed with delight and opened the door looking into his eyes with a twinkling of excitement and lust!

She grabbed him around his neck and pulled his face down to hers and gave him a long kiss! Arnold was shocked and amazed. It was like the dream he‘d been having simply continued into his waking consciousness. Was he dreaming or what? He grabbed her, carrying her to the bedroom on his right beyond the kitchen not knowing what had come over him. He was seeing red! He was choking with a lust he had no control over! What was he doing? How could he stop himself? The answer was, he couldn’t! They grappled with each other’s bodies tangled in kisses and animal hunger! After what had seemed like hours, Amanda emerged from the bed and put a finer to her lips. She came back with a couple of drinks-some mysterious kind of liqueur, he’d never tasted before, tangy, herbal, sweet, yet unknown to his taste buds.

She sipped a mouthful and poured it into his lips then giggled with a girlish yet unsettling laugh. Amanda held him in a trance-like state that had captivated Arnold. What had he gotten himself into, but that question had long since become irrelevant. He was hopelessly under her spell and could not figure out why! “I have something to show you,” Amanda grinned mischievously.

She carried an easel to the front of the bed with a cloth covering it standing there in her uncovered body and in a formal posture she unveiled a startling portrait. It was a perfect likeness of her Peeping Tom creature-it startled him! He jerked in astonishment! What was this all about, he wondered.

“I have a photographic memory,” she explained ignoring the bizarre implications of the moment. “It helps with my art work. What do you think?”

Arnie rubbed his face in disbelief, “Why did you choose this moment to show something like this to me? I mean it looks like something Rembrandt would have painted, but why now?”

“I wanted you to see my work. Besides, I thought this might help with your investigation,” She offered in false sincerity with the expression of a little girl who had been caught doing something she shouldn’t.

Arnie couldn’t resist pulling her back down into the bed and kissing her again, somehow overlooking the awkwardness of the moment! This was not like his careful nature. Something had happened to him that he couldn’t explain! She touched his lips with her index finger and said something unusual. “This painting of him. He said he would never let go.”

“What do you mean?” Arnold frowned, sat up in the bed, and started at the bizarre portrait again.

“He’s part of my gallery, a captured moment of my past, and instead of just passing away like any mortal husband should, he came back in this form,” Amanda explained as if the explanation spoke for itself.

“Are you saying that this thing you painted on canvass has the spirit of your dead husband?” Arnold blurted out disbelievingly.

Amanda just stared into his eyes and replied quietly, “I knew when I met you that you were the one. You would liberate me from this-this incarnate from the grave. He feeds on animal blood from the local farms to keep himself in our plane of existence. Now you have intervened.”

Arnie was truly bewildered now and turned away from her, though he didn’t want to, but he had to exert his own will sometime. “What the hell are you, a witch?” He muttered.

He felt the warmth f her body as she drew close and pressed against him. Her warm mouth pressed against his ear, “If you want to call me that. Then I am. He could never bring out the true lover within me like you do, and after he died, I never knew this could happen, but he told me that he used a curse to tie our souls together and only another outside of the bond can break it,” She whispered.

“You’re freaking me out! You know this don’t you?”

“Come now Mister big law man from the big city, if anyone should know about the true evil of human nature you should!” Amanda pressed against him with her lustful ways.

Goose bumps erupted from his flesh, his hair stood up on his neck, and he was aroused all over again, turned back on top of her and clutched her writhing flesh! He pierced her again! She latched onto him digging her nails into his back and urging him on with her fiery tongue and scorching, provocative, language.

“You must stop this entity who refuses to let go of me,” Amanda pleaded with him once they had subsided from their scorching love making. She sat atop him and looked down into his eyes. “You are the only man I have come to for this. Only you. He has come to me before in different forms and I always had a spell to offset his curse, but he always managed to come back in another form, never intending to let me go! Please believe me.”

“What other forms?” Arnie muttered.

“He once haunted me as a wolf, once as a hawk, another time as fox, but this time he had incarnated as a very powerful and savage being that is willing to battle whoever dares to connect with my body, my emotions, my soul, and you have!”

“Do you know how crazy this sounds? Arnie sighed.

“You don’t think that you, despite your careful and tormented nature, could end up so passionately intertwined with me in such a short period of time? I did come to you in your dreams, you do know that don’t you?”

“Yes,” Arnie nodded, conceding there was something to all of this. Momentarily drifted off, fantasizing about what life would be like with this bewitching seductress while trying to hold down his county job. Would this be the bizarre ending to his later years? Amanda massaged his face in her hands with her eyes closed, reading his thoughts unbeknownst to him. Yes, he was the one, she knew.

Amanda bent down close to Arnie’s face and stared into his eyes, “You must save me, and you will have me always,” she whispered urgently.

Two Days Later

Amanda had told Arnie everything about this spiritual bond that had remained after death. In life he had been possessive and overbearing even if he had been a wizard of investing had provided a lifetime of income. It was still a form of bondage. The plan was set. They would set a trap! Once again the beast would come to her window, perhaps even attempt to get into the house. In this present form, as powerful as it now was, it might have intended to take Amanda with him into death so that there was no escaping the spiritual bondage in the afterlife! Arnie had consented to the plan. Dressed in a tactical uniform, his vehicle hidden from the premises, and heavily armed, he waited. The night air had grown cold. It would be about the same time frame as the last encounter.

As he crouched behind some foliage and camouflage, he heard it. The sound of a large and powerful presence emerging from the long row of dark trees that ran along a shadowy ditch. Amanda was waiting inside hear the window where she had last been spied upon by that beast! She trembled, contemplating her plan, wondering if Arnold was up to the task, he sure was in bed. She licked her lips on that thought, and held an ancient trinket to her breasts and waited.

The massive figure lurked in the darkness and slowly crept in silence but for the occasional crunch of a leaf underfoot. Standing over 7 foot tall as Arnie was already aware, it made its way to Amanda’s window to peer in. It seemed the normal noises of the night vanished in a deadly vacuum! There it was reaching at the window sill. Then the thought occurred to Arnie, what the hell was he going to do? Fire at the ape man creature and hit the wall of the house and wound or kill Amanda with a stray bullet? No way! He hadn’t thought about this at all. His thinking had been unclear. He had been too preoccupied with Amanda to think straight! He moved parallel to the wall of Amanda’s house to get a batter shot, but in doing so gave away his position and alerted the beast.

The moonlight illuminated a grotesque human-like but ape face that was glaring at him with a furious expression. Arnold raised his AR-15 rifle and fired, taking care to keep his aim away from the outer wall! At first it was stunned by the blast, it then charged at him with such quickness all Arnold could do was throw the rifle at it which it stopped momentarily to swipe it away like a mere nuisance and it kept coming! Arnold back tracked unholstering his 357 magnum and raised the heavy caliber pistol, but as he did so he fell backwards! When he raised his arm to fire, the creature had already grabbed his legs and flung him like a rag doll several feet away from the house and into the yard! The impact of hitting the ground knocked the 357 magnum from his grip! Arnie had no choice but to run, throwing whatever he could find backward, a rake, a neighbor’s trash can. He could hear the ground being pounded by a heavy bipedal impact behind him!

Arnie leaped over a hurricane chain link fence on the next door neighbor’s property with his assailant in hot pursuit! Then he heard the voice of a man screaming from inside his house open window, “I’m calling the police! You crazy son of a bitch! Get outta my yard!”

“Call them!” Arnie answered breathlessly as he attempted to climb a tree branch and scale an old oak tree. The beast grabbed Arnie once again launching him onto the grassy yard that he hit hard! With the breath knocked out of him and grasping for anything he could find. There was a hatchet next to a tree stump he was able to get a hold of. As the monstrous figure came at him, Arnie swung and hit it in the leg above the knee. The ape man screeched in a horrid, ear splitting, howl, and Arnie swung again landing it in the side of his hell bent attacker, but it grabbed the axe and snatched it from Arnie ready to use it on him when the crack of a rifle shot rang out in the air of the night! The neighbor who was seeing the struggle going on in his property responded with force!

One shot, and the creature froze in its tracks, two shots, and it staggered, a third report, and the man ape splattered in blood, collapsed with a heavy thud on the ground! Arnie got up and raised his hands, “Don’t shoot! That damn thing was trying to kill me!”

“I already called the sheriffs!” The older man said as he carried his rifle with him to see who or what he had killed.

“I’m with the sheriff’s department,” Arnie answered still winded from his life and death struggle.

“What in the hell is that?” The neighbor muttered, looking down at the furry corpse lying on his yard.

“I believe this is what has been breaking into farmer’s meat lockers and killing cattle,” Arnie replied feeling his bruised ribs as he began stumbling toward Amanda’s, “Wait for the law!”

“Sure is one ugly son of a bitch!” The older man called back.

Where was she? He thought aloud. Had she been hit by a stray bullet, he worried. Wouldn’t that be par for the course, he grimaced. In the distance, he heard sirens of approaching deputy sheriffs as he limped to Amanda’s front door. He opened it and walked in. The house was dark, which disturbed him. He flicked on a light but didn’t see her anywhere! “Amanda, he’s dead! You’re safe now, “Arnie gasped as he held his side.

He limped past the kitchen and past the bedroom to his right where he and Amanda had made such passionate love  that contained that easel of a portrait of what had died out there in the neighbor’s yard and further toward the gallery, the secret room where she did all her painting. The room she had never bothered to show him what her work was all about. He flicked on the light to view a disturbing collection of portraits. One, in particular caught his attention. It was a perfect likeness of himself swinging an axe at the very ape-like creature that she had captured on canvass and it was all in the pale moonlight just as on this unholy evening. He gasped. He then saw something else as he scanned the room. It was a doll roughly of his own likeness with a pearl pin stuck through its heart lying on a small table near the portrait of his struggle with the ape creature.

A voice came from behind him, “I guess you must know now that I can paint the future and make it come to pass. Do you understand now?”

Without turning around, Arnold Yates, in surprise, replied, “I guess that you really are a witch aren’t you?” He turned toward her.

What Arnold saw, startled him! It was Amanda, older, grayer, wrinkled, possessing features that seemed to be the classic weathered sorceress of evil depicted in folklore and legend. “Come to me my lover. I am yours forever!” Her lips spluttered!

The End

Have You been Scared into being a “Shut In” ?

• Posted by Doc Vega on October 22, 2026 at 2:30pm
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What is a shut in? A person so isolationistic due to fear and anxiety that they never or rarely leave their house, apartment, or even bedroom! Even the rich and famous have been known to become obsessive recluses like Howard Hughes, the famous aviation mogul, rarely ever set foot into the real world, suffering from a number of mental disorders and finally, some allege, syphilis. Today we have so many ways that people can be induced into living alone, afraid to interact with a potentially hazardous existence!

Let’s start with air quality alerts! The vast majority of people are usually fine with pollen sometimes causing problems if you’re a tourist who cannot adjust to the air quality from another country or in your own environment suffering from allergies. Yet, we have the expectant fear mongering by authorities that have some people already worried about simply breathing!

AQI Basics for Ozone and Particle Pollution
Daily AQI Color	Levels of Concern	Values of Index	Description of Air Quality
Green	Good	0 to 50	Air quality is satisfactory, and air pollution poses little or no risk.
Yellow	Moderate	51 to 100	Air quality is acceptable. However, there may be a risk for some people, particularly those who are unusually sensitive to air pollution.
Orange	Unhealthy for Sensitive Groups	101 to 150	Members of sensitive groups may experience health effects. The general public is less likely to be affected.
Red	Unhealthy	151 to 200	Some members of the general public may experience health effects; members of sensitive groups may experience more serious health effects.
Purple	Very Unhealthy	201 to 300	Health alert: The risk of health effects is increased for everyone.
Maroon	Hazardous	301 and higher	Health warning of emergency conditions: everyone is more likely to be affected.

Let’s talk about the prospect of today’s level of mass shootings going on. Not even kid’s elementary schools are exempt from this insanity!

Regardless of the political implications of the gun grabbing advocates who will tell you that gun related murders are down in these capitulating big government restricted Democrat socialist EU capitulators-murders by stabbings, murders by beatings, murders using tools like shovels, and even deliberate deaths using automobiles more than make up for the lack of gun deaths! Is it data like this that convinces some neurotic people to remain shuttered in?

Under president Barack Obama who began bringing Islamic illegals in by the busloads even invited on US diplomatic flights by his Gay ambassadorial staffs to come along and enter the US without any form of vetting background, we saw a huge uptick in mass shootings all coincidentally by Islamic extremists! Isn’t that anj ironic occurrence? Once again, fear of being murdered in public? Perhaps, not such an unrealistic fear.

Most of us are aware of certain phobias that some people develop-with or without the urging of our prominent mainstream media fear mongering that is so common today!

Think of all the news, documentary content, political narratives, and public announcements that have been centered around using fear as a way of controlling perception of the masses! This has become a very effective tool for social influence over people as a whole for all kinds of reasons! So, why do we have people cocooned inside their homes, who send out for groceries, and use as much delivery of anything to them that negates outside contact and you have many pressures and intentional tactics used to cause anxiety in the population for one agenda or another!

Is it really global warming related or for political purpose

Japanese Residents Detained After Pearl Harbor Why?

In case you didn’t know it yet, we don’t live in a perfect world that is fair to everyone all the time! Wars cause deaths to civilians and young men who will never live to raise a family, your rights may be erased for very vague reasons like national security, your privacy has been destroyed for the sake of corporate interests, and the looming threat of militia men and alleged white supremacists whether they are truly threats or not. You may be forced to take an untested vaccine and potentially harmful serum for the sake of public health! All for what? So, that you can feel safer as long as more of your Constitutional rights are compromised?

The year is 1942 just weeks after Pearl Harbor is devastated by a surprise Japanese aerial attack. Some 2500 people are dead, 8 American battle ships are sunk or severely damaged, and almost 200 US warplanes lay burning wrecks on the runways, strafed and bombed by Japanese Imperial combat aircraft. Now we have heard how cruel and inhuman it was to force 227,000 Japanese naturalized Americans to be sent to detention camps. Yes, they lost their homes, property, businesses, and some even their sanity, why? Here is the story. So put yourself back in that moment in time when the public was desperate, angry, and afraid for their country, and what happened to set the events that followed off.

Of over 356 Japanese attack aircraft, only 29 pilots and their planes will never come home, but the damage done to Pearl would set back the defense of American territory for bloody months to come and many more lives would be lost as the ruthless tactics of Japanese army, navy, and air assets continues. With Pearl Harbor, Guam, Wake Island, Clark AFB on Luzon, and General Mac Arthur’s last stand at Corregidor, falling to the Japanese in quick succession, the coast of California is feared to be the next enemy conquest. This incident takes place on the island of Niihau, a sparsely populated place that the Japanese government thought was unoccupied. A Japanese pilot in his Mitsubishi Zero is forced to crash land due to flak damage to his aircraft! Petty Officer First Class Shigenori Nishikaichi thinks this island is uninhabited.

The islanders there are confused over what has happened but take no action initially, but a Japanese couple living on the island offered aid to the pilot. At the time, news of the attack had not even reached the island people there. Soon they will learn! The pilot, armed with a pistol is taken in by a man and wife who are not on the side of American interests, hide the pilot, feed him, and treat his wounds while hostages are taken by the pilot. After 6 days knowing that the pilot wants to hold islanders against their will, destroy his plane before the US Navy captures it and burn the documents he had in his cockpit! Once the people on the island learn of the Pearl Harbor attack and realize that an enemy pilot has crashed on their island and a Japanese couple living there, the Harada’s have taken sides against America, one islander confronts the pilot and is shot three times in a scuffle by the Japanese aviator, his wife jumps the Japanese flyer and in the struggle it all ends and the pilot is killed. Mr. Harada who aided the enemy commits suicide. Ben Kanahele, the Hawaiian rancher who fought the Japanese pilot will receive a Medal for Merit and Purple Heart for his bravery in 1945.

This incident demonstrated in the minds of military intelligence that some Japanese Americans could be spying and willing to aid and abet that enemy so the decision to detain Japanese Americans was made! Add to this witness reports of a Japanese person who was signaling the enemy pilots where to bomb during the Pearl Harbor attack and paranoia was now at a fever pitch resulting in the overriding of their Constitutional rights! At the end of the war, Japanese Americans were released but their property had been not been returned. It took until 1988 under President Reagan that reparations were awarded to those Japanese interned in 1942.  The incident on the Island of Niihau was the spark that ignited an overreaction. Executive Order 9066 which authorized Japanese American detention was enacted. As we know, there were many things that FDR did using government overreach in the name of preserving “National Security” such as the confiscation of gold owned by citizens, bank closures, and the Emergency Banking Act of 1933, that put America into a permanent state of undeclared bankruptcy.

We like to think that incidents like this could never happen today then we realize that they still do! The political imprisonment for the J-6 allegations by Democrats, Prosecutor Jack Smith ordering investigations of MAGA hat purchasers, The FBI conducting surveillance at catholic Churches because they don’t support abortion, blatant election fraud in 2020 hidden by the Democrats who used lawsuits and legal actions to protect corrupted electronic tabulating machines, Lois Lerner of the IRS denying charitable status to Republican groups attempting to educate voters, heavily armed ATF and FBI agents harassing parents of school children where ISD’s have defiantly allowed pornography in children’s curriculum, our nation’s borders being opened to an invasion of illegals who have no allegiance to American values! Yes, it still goes on!

“The Bedford Incident” the Movie Such a Threat?

With wars looming in the Middle East and Vladimir Putin making more threats of using nuclear weapons should NATO countries continue to escalate their proxy participation in supplying Ukraine, the movie, “The Bedford Incident” becomes even more realistic and timeless than we might think, but in 1965 in the midst of the “Cold War” the movie not only freaked out audiences, but neither the US Navy nor the Pentagon would approve of this cinematic warning.

Starring Richard Widmark as captain of the nuclear destroyer, the Bedford, and Sidney Portiere as an embedded journalist, the story becomes intense very quickly. The fact that the described scenario was not some made up plot just to provoke undue paranoia but was a typical case of routine patrol and enemy sub hunting tactics! The Bedford is under NATO command as it patrols the north Atlantic through iceberg laden waters in the vicinity of the Arctic Circle. Captain Finlander, played by Richard Widmark has a reputation for pursuit of enemy subs and near Cuba, she shadowed one of the Soviet diesel driven submarines until he forced them to surface after running over the snorkel the crew needed to breath with. Now, the obsessive captain sees another opportunity to snare another Soviet sub that they’ve discovered has nukes!

Mister Munson, played by Sydney Portiere, the onboard journalist senses that the captain is one hard driving and obsessive skipper who will stop at nothing to achieve his goal. That goal is to paralyze and force Soviets to surface their subs wherever they violate NATO allied waters. But, there’s a problem with this genius US Naval officer was in line to become admiral but was passed over, and Mister Munson wants to know why. Aboard the ship is a Navy Medical Officer played by Martin Balsam, a former German U-Boat commander, Eric Portman, as a Commodore acting as an adviser, and a young maritime biologist aboard the Bedford by the name of Donald Sutherland. This all-star cast of supporting actors serve to solidify the believability of the script.

At the time of the movie, all Soviet submarines, even those with nuclear weapons, were driven by diesel fueled engines and had to rely on snorkels that could be spotted on the surface when the underwater vessel was submerged but needed air for the crew. If they could be shadowed long enough by a destroyer even ramming their snorkel, the crew would be forced to surface! Captain Finlander (Richard Widmark) will push his crew and himself beyond d their limits while starting a 24 hour timer on the bridge of the ship that will reveal just how long he has kept the Soviet sub under the waves and eventually starving for air! Martin Balsam, the ship’s doctor, informs the captain that he’s driving his men too hard, and is severely reprimanded by Finlander who has read his file, knows of his numerous divorces, and his need to return to active duty as a result, humiliating his ship’s doctor. The Captain does this to anyone unlucky enough to meet his disapproval!

During the course of the mission one of his bridge officers, a young Ensign Ralston, played by James MacArthur, is pressured and ridden by Captain Finlander throughout the mission which causes the executive officer to confront the captain in order to lighten up on the young crewman. Whenever confronted with his own bluff, Finlander tends to soften up and back off with a subtle warning. As for Mister Munson, the journalist, the relationship becomes antagonistic as the captain is obsessive about secretive areas of the ship that Sydney Portiere’s character does not have authorization for. Mister Munson calls out the captain on several occasions about his tactics and dangerous provocation of the enemy!

The tension increases with the crew under full time alert. A sonar technician man, Wally Cox, normally rock solid man that the captain relies on as his go to specialist succumbs to a nervous breakdown and has to be replaced as he is relieved to sick bay! The hours and minutes tick away as the Captain determinedly shadows and hunts down the Soviet sub but exhausts his crew while doing it! Sydney Portiere’s character sees the signs all around him of a destroyer personnel who are being driven to a fever’s pitch. Then, the clock shows 14 hours have elapsed but they have lost the Soviet sub in the clutter of icebergs. The captain consults with his former U-Boat onboard consultant who advises him to let the Soviet crew go, after all he is the hunter, but it may be time to let go!

After receiving order confirmation by NATO command to take action according to his own discretion, the Captain orders weapons ready once the snorkel of the Soviet sub is spotted on the surface, but they had departed from the water they violated and are about to get away. Young Ensign Ralston who has activated the anti-missile weapons controls becomes the tragic weak link in the chain of command ridden into submission and all too willing to keep from making another mistake, but over hearing the captain who is speaking to Mister Munson and another officer, he launches the deadly anti-ship missile! Captain Finlander shoves the Ensign Ralston out of the way and pulls the de-arming switch to try and stop the missile, but it’s too late. The ordnance does its job and the Soviet sub is destroyed with the crew momentarily applauding the successful kill, but there’s a problem.

The sonar man who replaced Wally Cox’s character picks up a contact at 1500 yards and closing! The Naval sonar technician is tracking a Soviet nuclear torpedo that was launched just before they were destroyed and it’s on the way. Captain Eric Finlander orders typical counter measures, “Right full rudder, all ahead flank!” he then leaves the bridge ominously with the look of a doomed man on his face realizing his actions have led to what comes next, all the while pursued by Sydney Portiere’s journalist character demanding, “What’s next? What the hell do we do now?”

Ominously Mister Munson’s desperate inquiry is answered by a steaming mushroom cloud in the North Atlantic! A full nuclear detonation vaporizes the USS Bedford and its crew! The culmination of a deadly duel in the tensions of the Cold War between a compulsive Captain and his opponent, a Soviet nuclear sub crew, has ended in mutually assured destruction! The audience who watched this story of potential inhalation see the ultimate end game of an arm’s race that threatens the extinction of the human race being played real time all across the globe! The grim realization was undeniable!

The US Navy refused to back the movie and even lend the actual bridge of any US warship to the film crew adding that to depict any US Naval officer in such a mentally distraught state leading to a disaster could not be supported! Instead of the supposed location of the incident occurring at the Denmark Straight, most of the filming occurred in warm Caribbean waters onboard a British warships.

Filming Ships & Location Details

• Exterior ship: HMS Wakeful (F159) provided the opening and exterior shots standing in for the USS Bedford.
• Interior ship: HMS Troubridge was used for below-decks and interior corridor scenes (leaving British equipment like Lee-Enfield rifles visible).
• Studio & Models: Additional scenes and a large model of the ship were filmed in a water tank at Shepperton Studios in the UK and Malta Film Studios.
• Fictional setting (waters): The plot takes place in the North Atlantic Ocean, specifically in the Denmark Strait between Greenland and Iceland. [1, 2, 3, 4, 5]. Courtesy IMBD.

In all likelihood, was this a realistic scenario? Yes! Over the frightening atmosphere of the Cold War, Us reconnaissance planes were shot down by Soviet fighter jets while a cat and mouse game between the US and Russian surface fleets and American nuclear submarines was constantly at play. The Russian Kursk and the USS Scorpion were both sunk under questionable circumstances, and today with the Iran conflict, the ongoing 4 year war between Ukraine and Russia, threats of tactical nukes have been made by Putin’s generals!

Legacy of the Death Doll-Halloween Story II

Retired Major Lionel Eldridge was browsing items in a bazaar of relics, antiques, and curios when he happened upon a strange artifact. It was a pale doll with darkened eyes. It was attempting to be a darling little girl partially wrapped in a shawl. In a way he was reminded of the little girl in a tragic Christmas story who burned matches on a cold winter’s night as she stared into a store front window for gifts she would never live to receive. Lionel was tired of walking side by side with loneliness. His family gone, wife dead of tuberculosis, and all after 25 years of loyal service to Her Royal Majesty’s Army. He’d retired with a pension good enough to live on and at 49 years of age, he still had a life left to live, but for whom and what?

He touched the porcelain figure that seemed strangely life-like among the tables of other statuettes, trinkets, and simple gifts, lost in his typically reminiscent thoughts when a short, brown skinned man approached him. He seemed humble enough, his hands folded together, his robe typically pastel colored, and his black mustache that was pursed into a smile. “May I be of help Offendi?”

Lionel Eldridge emerged from his inner thoughts and glanced at the small man, “I was merely intrigued by this lonely little girl. Who does this doll represent?”

“In the customs of my people such dolls are spiritual entities of sorts there to address matters of one’s own state of the soul. She can be a companion with which to fight loneliness. She can merge with your soul as you dream and talk with you about your innermost struggles. She can be the partner from another world never meant to be in this dimension which you occupy.”

“So, what’s the point, old man, having a companion that only exists in another realm?” Lionel frowned.

“In my culture, these dolls might become surrogates for remedying the grief of a mother who lost a child, a father who has no family left, or of one who desires a lover, but remains alone against his or her will,” the unusual little man explained.

“How odd,” the former major replied.

“Is it no coincidence that you were drawn to this figurine for some reason you may not completely understand yet?” He smiled humbly.

Willing to explore the unusual avenue of the foreign and unexplained, Lionel made a decision,” I think I’ll take it,” he sighed resolutely.

“I think you will find this to be fascinating, Offendi. Shall I wrap this for you?”

“Yes, of course,” Lionel nodded nervously as if he were embarrassed to have made such an impulsive decision.

Lionel glanced at the hand written receipt with the words, “All sales Final” on it. In other words, no refund! He thought that to be odd, “Why the all sales final, on the ticket?”

“Oh, Offendi, this is a custom of my people. Once such a doll is exchanged, it can never be returned to the giver.”

“I see,” Lionel frowned as he turned to leave.

“Oh, and Offendi, make sure that if you ever give this doll away, that you never take it back.”

“Why?”

“It is considered to be bad luck to the giver,” the Indian merchant smiled nervously and bowed.

It was late afternoon and the winter sun was quickly descending into the London skyline. Lionel unlocked his door and strolled tiredly into his flat. His place seemed sad and overlooked by the rest of the world. Dreary furniture, aging framed paintings hung on the walls, mementos of a happier past that seemed somehow irrelevant in the present. He glanced around to make sure everything was normal, lit the fire beneath the burner of a now cold stew left over from earlier this morning, and unwrapped the unusual figure he had been foolishly fascinated over, thinking it would soon be among his collection of forgotten collectibles, but instead he sat down with it and stared into its intriguingly beautiful yet ominous face. “Perhaps you’re as lonely as I.” he murmured and sat it next to the end table alongside his bed.

Lionel went to stir his beef and vegetable stew to savor before he got ready for bed. He had fought in many places defending the colonies of the crown from Burma to India, from the Caribbean to Eastern Europe. He had seen many men die, lost many dear friends, and spent long periods away from the woman he longed to share the rest of his life with, but even there, once it was all over, fate had cheated him when his wife contracted TB. It was as though everything and everyone he valued had been robbed from his life. His daughter lived another life somewhere across the world and never approved of the life he had committed himself to as did his son. Curious how the very ones you love simply slipped away in the course of life, he sadly concluded.

He sat at the edge of his bed oblivious to the smell of sheets that could have used a freshening up and held the doll in his hands once more before retiring to the land of dreams. What a ridiculous substitute for companionship, he concluded as he gazed at her and then set her back down onto the end table next to the lamp. Lionel exhaustedly plunged into a deep dark crevice of dreamland, hopelessly lost in a death-like sleep. Yet, a strange thing happened. Before him a beautiful young lady with a shawl barely wrapped around her. Her white shoulders and slender arms visible. She stared hypnotically into his eyes and then dropped the shawl revealing her angelic figure! She held his face in her hands along with his unwavering attention and undressed him. There they made passionate love until he awoke gasping for breath with beads of sweat on his brow and a moist chest as though he had actually been in the act!

The retired major glanced to his left and looked into the face of the doll and thought that it was actually watching him! That startled him! He then glanced again and the doll had reverted back to what it was supposed to be! He breathed deeply to calm himself down! There was simply no logical explanation for this! He had just made love in another dimension to the spirit of this doll? Was that it? Was this what the funny little shop owner had been trying to explain to him? He got up slowly, walked to the kitchen, and reached up into a cupboard producing a bottle of brandy. He poured himself a couple of drinks, gulping down and savoring the warmth of the liquor while trying to make sense of it all.

The next day, Lionel stopped by the local “caff”. It was the “Piccadilly Eatery” and grabbed a corner table among those who were indulging in tea and crumpets, perhaps fish and chips, or shepherd’s pie, and glanced at the menu. Ann, a young widow, attractive yet shy, had arrived, but had to search for a table being that the lunch hour was in full swing and the buzz of patrons talking amongst themselves made it even more intimidating, when she spotted a single chair unoccupied. She nervously approached unsure of herself. “Sir, I hate to intrude, but is this seat taken?”

“Why not at all,” Lionel stood and pulled the chair backward to help her sit down.

“I’m so sorry. It’s just that I couldn’t find anything else available,” Ann apologized.

“Don’t even mention it. You are welcome Dear lady,” Lionel smiled.

“I am famished,” Ann explained. “I picked a bad time to be searching for a place to eat.”

The two made some small talk as Ann awaited her chicken salad sandwich order while Lionel ordered clam chowder and crackers. It seemed they both enjoyed each other’s company. Ann explained that she owned a small dress shop and worked as a seamstress there after the untimely death of her husband and sudden rejection by his family that left her with little money to start a business. It seemed they had much in common. Before they both knew it 2 hours had flown by with Lionel asking her if she ever did tailoring or repair for men and she said yes! “Well, how convenient,” Lionel grinned. “I shall bring a couple items of mine that could use repair.”

“I would be honored,” Ann smiled delighted to be able to see him again.

When the waitress came with their tickets, Lionel snatched Ann’s bill from the table, “Allow me, Dear!”

“Oh, I can’t let you do that,” Ann blushed.

“Don’t worry, I shall expect the finest quality of work from you then,” Lionel smiled amiably.

“Forgive me, Sir, but I’m not accustomed to such generosity,” Ann blushingly explained. “I must say though that I feel that I’ve known you for a long time.”

“You have, you have!” Lionel assured her. “How about I stop by tomorrow late morning. Would that be convenient?”

“I will make a special arrangement to accommodate you then and there, besides many of my customers who drop there items off will wait weeks before returning.”

This told Lionel that the poor young lady was often pressed for cash flow. When he got home he quickly went about gathering several of his jackets and slacks that he would see that she could make money working on no matter if they needed work or not. He’d make sure that she made some money!”

Was this doll a good luck charm or what or what? Lionel thought as he climbed into his bed and glancing at the doll, clicked off his lamp, and plunged into the dark waters of dream land once again! As he slept he felt the warmth and smooth skin of a young body climbing on top of his. He felt the sensation of warm kisses, a tongue in his ear, and the gentle bite upon his neck, and he was aroused as the two intertwined and made love in the privacy of his dreams once again. He writhed in his bed sheets and passionately wrestling with the youthful body that sent chills into his erotic senses. Once again, Lionel awoke breathless and spent as though he had just reached the climax of his life! This was uncanny! How could this have been possible, he thought as he lay wide awake and glanced over at the nymph sitting on his end table. Was this satanical, a blessing, or the work of his lonely imagination?

Over the next few days the intensity of Lionel’s interest in Ann continued and the two of them had made time to share lunches together. Lionel could tell Ann was most likely 29 to 32 years of age, in his estimation not too young for him if she were interested in romance. Ann found Lionel to be a true gentlemen unlike younger men, brash, pushy, and bad listeners. Lionel was patient, and attentive, this she found refreshing, and he hadn’t even made a move on her yet which she was surprised over, but she wanted this to take time anyway. He had mentioned being in the military but hadn’t used that as a demonstration of his manhood or as a bragging right. As a matter of fact, she had no idea the kind of action he had seen, and didn’t know how badly he was trying to distance himself from it. All in all, the two seemed a good match for each other. Lionel was not too old for her at all, she felt safe in his presence. He exuded a quiet and unassuming confidence that she could feel.

Again, Lionel came home alone and back to the familiarity of his quiet isolationistic existence but for this bewitching doll that he knew would enchant his dreams once again. In a very strange way, Lionel felt like somehow he was committing unfaithfulness for some uncanny reason that defied all logic. Never the less, Ann was the best thing that had happened to his waking existence in years and when the question of her coming over to his place to spend some time, Lionel welcomed the opportunity, but first he had to do some major cleaning up as he didn’t want to seem like a typical sloppy bachelor. So, he made up an excuse to delay her from coming over until he’d had a couple days to do come cleaning and organizing especially washing his bedding!

Once again after an exhausting day of house cleaning, Lionel rewarded himself with some brandy and after a phone conversation with Ann, got ready for bed. The only thing he hadn’t cleaned, organized or hidden, was the doll that seemed to be glaring at him from time to time. He chalked that up to his imagination, but little did Lionel know that it wasn’t just his imagination. The doll was becoming more and more part of him and his life, and it sensed something too, that this young porcelain skinned beauty that only existed in the sleep realm could not compete with-the physical realm that Lionel dealt with during the day and the majority of his time. That night as Lionel slept there came the presence of his dream lover caressing him, kissing every inch of his body, until he was aroused. Once again the two spirits were entwined as one making love with more intensity than ever before, but with a twist! Lionel blurted the name “Ann”. This shocked the dreamy enchantress! Suddenly she realized that there was another woman only in the worst possible way, in the physical reality, the real world, that Lionel occupied each and every day! This could not be! This would have to stop somehow and some way! She could not be allowed, whoever this Ann was, to take her place!

Friday night was the big night that Ann was going to come over. Lionel had taken it upon himself to buy Riesling White German wine to go along with the baked smothered chicken recipe he had done some recipe research on. Now it was already, the chicken dish was perfectly done, the yeast rolls were ready to be popped into the oven, and the white wine was chilled. Ann was special. He knew this. She wasn’t some frivolous tart who took nothing in life seriously and lived by the seat of her pants like most younger women, as he saw them. She had class. He could feel his heart pounding when he heard the knock at his door.

It was over a glass of wine that Lionel finally made his move, gently pulling her close and caressing her cheeks as his lips met hers. It seemed like a fire had lit up in Ann as she responded with a passionate physicality that surprised Lionel. She became a real tigress and before he knew it Ann had pulled him to his bedroom and began tugging at his shirt so she could get her hands on his chest! This was unbelievable! This surpassed Lionel’s greatest expectations. They hadn’t even eaten dinner yet! She clung to him with sincere desire and they were soon making love on a bed of clean linens he had made sure to wash! Ann was enthralled with this man of the world who had led such an interesting life and shown her so much interest like a true gentleman. She felt as though she had been waiting for man like this her whole life, especially since she had not been with another man since her husband had died!

The love making had left both of them spent and they both drifted off to a pleasant sleep. The box that the bazaar owner had wrapped the doll in made a rattling noise that woke up Lionel. It was under the bed. At first, he didn’t know what was going on until he finally figured it out! It was the doll in the box making that sound! He panicked! Ann was still sleeping soundly so he reached under the bed and grabbed the box and lifting himself off the mattress, he took the doll and its cardboard prison and put it outside on his patio leaning it against the privacy fence. When he turned around to go back inside, there was Ann rubbing her eyes and frowning suspiciously. “Whatever are you doing out here?” She asked.

“Thought I heard something and I was checking,” Major Eldridge lied.

There was a telltale rattling that came from the box, but Ann didn’t have X-ray vision. All she heard was the noise. “I think I’ve got a beastly rodent out here. I apologize! Let’s get in! I don’t want the bastard getting into my place!” Ann seemed convinced.

They both were hungry now and Lionel served the chicken dish after heating up the dinner rolls while serving up the two of them another glass of wine. Ann curled up next to him as he sipped from his wine glass. “You’re the most thoughtful man I’ve ever known, and most romantic too,” Ann admitted as she kissed his neck and made him feel aroused all over again. By now, it was after midnight, and they were both enjoying a very late meal that their fiery passion had brought their appetites to the surface over. Lionel felt truly happy for the first time in years as he gazed into the eyes of this wonderful lady. Was marriage a possibility here, he wondered. Maybe it was too premature to be fantasizing about, but he was indeed satisfied.

Suddenly a flickering light shown through the glass sliding door that led to the patio! The box was on fire! Lionel went outside to quell the flames, worried that his fence might ignite. As he tried to stamp out the fire, Ann, with quick thinking brought out a pitcher of water and doused the flaming box! “My God! How did that happen?” Ann shouted in disbelief.

“No earthly idea!” Lionel sighed, worried that there was something paranormal here that could spook Ann away from their situation.

“Oh, look!” Ann said as she bent over and cleared the cardboard ash away. “It’s an unusual doll, and it’s not even damaged, no char, no singe, it’s in perfect condition. What was it doing out here, Lionel?”

“Oh, I’ve been doing a lot of re-arranging lately,” He lied. “That’s an old doll that my daughter had when she was younger.”

“Curious. It’s very unique,” Ann said as she gazed at the face. “What could ever have started the fire,” She wondered aloud.

Lionel just shook his head unable to think of any kind of a logical explanation, but he knew! The doll was evil! He cringed at the thought of what might have happened had the two of them gone back to bed before that box had caught on fire! Lionel knew he had to get rid of it, but how? They went back to bed but Ann kept the doll with her. She had no idea what she was holding.

“You come with me young lady,” she laughingly spoke to the doll. “We’re going to keep an eye on you.”

She placed the doll on the end table and snuggled up to Lionel who held her in his arms. Slowly, they drifted off again. The darkness closed in around them and an hour or two rolled by when suddenly Ann sat straight up in the bed gasping for breath with beads of sweat on her cheeks and forehead!

Lionel grabbed her,” Are you alright?”

“No!” Ann gasped. “I had this horrible nightmare, and, and, that doll of yours was in the dream!” She replied catching her breath. “Perhaps it was the fire that broke out and recovering it from the burned up box. I don’t know, but I can’t sleep anymore!”

“Can I get you something, dear?” Lionel asked as he rubbed her arm.

“No, no, “Ann replied. “I think I’ll go home get ready to go into the shop. I have work to do.”

Ann jumped out of bed, glared at the doll for a moment, dragged a brush across her hair, and began getting dressed as Lionel looked on speechless and worrying that Ann would be spooked off. He grabbed the doll, clenching his teeth and stuffed it under the bed. Something has to be done fast, he thought, or this damn doll would ruin his life! “Let me buy you some breakfast, dear,” Lionel offered.

“No-no!” Ann shot back. “I need to take care of some business. Just call me later.” Ann rushed off and left Lionel wondering if this incident had screwed things up between the two of them!  

After showering, Lionel, got dressed, and grabbed the doll as he walked out the door to climb into his little Austin Healey sports car and steering into the early morning traffic! He knew what to do! He took A302 to the Westminster Bridge then turned off on A100 Road leading to a circular drive that ended at an observation point where he got out of his car with the doll in hand! “I’m giving you away to the River Thames!” Lionel said as he tossed the doll with all his might into the waters!  Lionel drove to a pub and ordered a brandy as he mulled over the situation and then decided to go back to his place! He heard his phone ringing and rushed to pick it up. It was Ann. He was relieved to hear her voice, but was not happy to hear what she was calling about!

“Lionel, I just opened the door to my shop, and guess what I found? Your godforsaken doll was right there at my steps! Is this some kind of a joke? And it’s soaking wet too. Are you playing tricks on me, Lionel?”

“No! No!” Lionel shouted in disbelief, “Why would you accuse me of that?”

“Well, if it’s not your doll it must be an exact double!”

“This is impossible!” Lionel cried. “I just threw the damned doll into the River Thames not more than an hour ago!”

“Well no wonder it’s wet!” Ann shot back! “How do you suppose it got here? Walked?”

“Ann, I need to seriously talk with you. Please hear me out! I’ll be right over!” Lionel responded and slammed the phone back down on the hook

Lionel made a mad dash for his car and put the Austin Healey through its paces as he drove to see her! He pulled into a line of parking spaces across the street from Ann’s little shop, hopped out of the driver’s seat, and began to hurriedly cross the street, when all of the sudden a car nearly stuck him as he leaped out of the way! The driver stopped. “You trying to get yourself killed Mate? Are you alright?” He said without getting out of his Ford Cortina MK-2 four door.

“I’m alright. Sorry,” Lionel apologized as he brushed off his clothes and walked toward Ann’s shop! He burst through the door breathlessly! “ We need to talk!”

“What happened to you?” Ann shouted as her eyes fell upon a disheveled man.

“I was almost struck by a vehicle just now!”

“I wondered what that screech of tires was all about,” Ann replied as she frowned at him not bothering to ask if he was okay or not.

The scorn of a woman, thought Lionel as he stared at Ann. “That doll is evil, and I lied to you and I’m sorry for that. It was never my daughter’s but I didn’t know how to explain it to you.”

“Why did you lie to me about it then?”

“I didn’t want to waste our time together talking about that damned doll!” Lionel glanced at it noticing its eyes seemed to follow him, and that spooked him. “I bought it at some foreign bazaar owned by some little Indian fellow. He saw I was looking at it and told me in his culture’s tradition that it can bring love and good luck, and at the time, lonely and unhappy, I bought it just for the hell of it, Ann. I had no idea what powers this thing has.”

“So it’s super natural then,” Ann nodded. “Just great! Look what you’ve brought into my life! Just get rid of it then!”

“It’s not that easy. He told me that in order for me to get rid of it I must give it to someone who really wants it or it will never leave me!” Lionel explained.

“Oh, just great, Lionel,” Ann replied frowning. “I knew you were a man of the world, but you brought this curse with you?”

“Ann, I need your help. I don’t have any friends or acquaintances I would want to give this to. It has to be someone who deserves this for the injustice they’ve done to others, and I just don’t know anyone like that.”

Ann pointed to a table, “Sit down. I have to tell you something.”

“First, whatever you have to say let me put the thing outside so it doesn’t overhear us,” Lionel replied.

“Do you know how crazy all this sounds?” Ann asked dumbfounded.

“Yes, but I know what it’s about. It has haunted me in my dreams for several nights!

“Yes,” Ann agreed. “In my dreams last night the doll came to me as a grown young woman but I knew it was the doll, and it tried choking me to death! Now since I’ve had time to remember.”

“Was it a porcelain skinned and slender young woman with fair hair?” Lionel asked with raise eyebrows.

Ann nodded.

“You see! I know!”

“Then what do we do?” Ann asked.

“Is there someone you know who has harmed you, threatened you, someone who is exceptionally cruel?” Lionel asked as he grasped Ann’s wrist.

Ann grabbed Lionel’s hands. “I’ve never told you about how my husband died, the scandal it caused, and how I was ostracized from his family. All they cared about was not losing any of their wealth!” Tears flooded her eyes.

“Yes my dear. Tell me! “Lionel prodded her.

“My husband was Nigel Allen Burk, part of a wealthy family of trading brokers who profit off all of the British export and imports from the Royal Crown colonies. When my husband died he was caught having an affair with a married man’s wife her husband murdered him! It was a big scandal that caused a great deal of controversy! Somehow I was blamed by his family that I wasn’t woman enough to keep my man.”

“That certainly wasn’t true!” Lionel laughed.

“I would have rightfully owned half of my husband’s wealth had the courts ruled justly, and I didn’t even want all of it! I just wanted enough to start my life over again, but his greedy family apparently paid off the courts to minimize whatever settlement I was due. To add insult to injury over what my own disgrace, came what little money that I was forced to accept and begin anew, and I did it!” Ann broke down and cried unashamedly as Lionel grabbed her and held her in his arms.

“I’m so sorry!” He replied feeling his eyes well up.

“I know who we can give this godforsaken doll to but I don’t know how,” Ann said. “My former sister in law. She deserves it as much as the devil! She is greedy, jealous, and more vain than anyone I’ve ever known. She always resented me because she felt I was a threat to her sense of self-worth, always trying to undermine me, but I don’t know how to present it to her.”

Lionel already had an idea, “Leave it to me. Just give me their address and I will take care to deliver the gift of vengeance. You just wait and see,” he assured her.

“I’ll leave it to you then,” Ann dried her face with the handkerchief Lionel had offered her.

Chapter II

Lionel stood at the gates of a plush manor and an impressive archway. There was a hand set looking like a telephone that he picked up. “This is the Burk residence. May I help you?”

“Yes, my name is Eldridge, you should have a reservation for my time to meet Mrs. Nataly Burk?”

“What is your business and purpose here?”

“I thought I already explained that yesterday.”

“I’m sorry, but I have no notes on that. Please state what your business is.”

“I’m a salesman for a local merchant who is giving away a free promotion, a free gift, to acquaint local potential customers with their products. It’s completely free.” Lionel claimed as a boastful sales person would do.

There was the sound of a buzzer. “Please come in and I will inform Mrs. Burk.”

Lionel came to the large carved wooden door of the estate and it swung open revealing a spacious interior of luxurious artifacts, rugs, and marble flooring. It was almost breath taking. A woman came to the door dressed in a drab gray tight fitting blouse that did nothing to accentuate her flat chest, with a matching gray skirt, that flowed above a narrow pair of black leather winklepickers, that were sharp toed. She almost looked like the wicked witch of the North, Lionel noted.

“How are you today, Madame? I’m so glad to be able to present you with my free offering.”

She viewed him with a doubtful expression and replied, “Nothing’s for free. What is the catch?”

“Oh no catch, Madame, besides, I am Mr. Eldridge and I am here to offer you a free promotional item, no cost, no obligation, the bazaar that I represent would merely like to acquaint you with its merchandise so that if you are curious and would like to browse, you will have gotten a taste of the kind of products my employer carries.” Lionel handed her a decorative box tied together with a bow and ribbon.

Nataly Burk took the box with unappreciative gesture and tore open the packaging that she handed to a housekeeper standing alongside of her wearing a white cap and apron, appearing rather feeble. When she was done unwrapping the unique doll her eyes opened wide as did Nataly’s. The dismal expression on the greedy woman’s face suddenly lit up with interest. “I have an extensive doll collection that I began when I was a little girl, and this stunning figurine would go nicely with the rest of my collection.”

“It is all yours,” Lionel smiled. “But, first I’ll need you to sign off on your free item just to show that you own it free and clear with no further obligation. You know how with all the fraud that goes on nowadays, that it’s good to have proof of ownership.”

Nataly took her greedy eyes off the doll for a second giving Lionel a thoughtful expression, “you have a very good point there. Do you have something I can write with?”

Lionel felt around his pockets and acted flustered, “I’m so sorry Mam, and I must have misplaced it.”

“And you call yourself a salesman,” Mrs. Burk replied contemptuously. “Emily, would you go and get that fountain pen of mine off my desk, and throw that packaging away too,” She ordered. “And this business you represent is?”

“It’s that “Curios and Antiques” Bazaar on Carnaby Street in Soho near King’s Road in Chelsea.”

“Yes, I know the area,” Mrs. Burk replied dismissively as she signed for her package.

“I hope you enjoy that gift and please come see us! “ Lionel replied as the housekeeper began closing the heavy door and Nataly disappeared inside without as much as glancing back at Lionel with any kind of grateful expression! God, was Ann right, this woman is a true money grubbing wench! Lionel thought as he turned to leave.

It was later that evening after drinking her fill of brandy and eating a helping of the Shepherd’s pie that her chef had made that Mrs. Nataly Burk had headed for her lavish master bedroom at the top of the winding stairs. The children, her 18 year old son, and 16 year old daughter were playing the “Cluedo” mystery murder board game as their mother retired for the night. Her husband was out of town on a business trip making more foreign trade deals for the family brokerage. She fell asleep quickly having put the doll aside next to her bed on her Fresco teak wood afromosia accented end table! Just another uneventful night but for a new addition to her doll collection. So accustomed to getting whatever she wanted, the woman had little appreciation at all. When was that obsessive work horse husband of hers going to get back in town? She thought, as dream land enveloped her senses!

Deep in the black void of the night as all her windows were heavily draped with flowing patterned silk fabric and lining, not one bit of starlight dared enter the darkness of the room at night. Then it happened. Nataly sat upright in bed, trying to catch her breath! A nightmare had visited her in the form of some female demon! She was chased around, hiding from her assassin and breathing hard as she awaited potential death! Now she was fully awake, gasping in her Revival Brass and iron framed “Slumberland” spring mattress bedding could not comfort her enough to overlook the horrors that had been visited upon her as she dreamt.

She got up dripping with sweat from her face and leaned against her chest of drawers with beveled mirrors and glanced deeply into the glass. There, she saw a pathetic, pampered, and spoiled woman in her early 40’s as scared as any little child could have been when she saw it! There were two glowing points of light in the inky blackness of the background. She turned to see the unique doll given to her that morning, glaring like some kind of monstrosity as it penetrated right though her eyes! She whimpered as she turned, trembling with terror, and felt short of breath! Nataly then collapsed falling forward upon the plush Oriental rug she took for granted like everything else in her life. Her breathing went shallow as her heart faltered. The fright she’d experienced had done her in.

In the morning her housekeeper found her. She summoned the children, too caught off guard to think of shielding them from death of their parent! Her son pulled her over on her back as she had been slumped over. The expression of horror upon her face left her son astonished as he stared in shocked amazement at her. “Mommy?” Elizabeth, her daughter mumbled in confusion as the housekeeper frantically called for a doctor on the house phone! Neither child shed a tear. They simply sat silent even as the ambulance arrived.

It was later that day that Mr. Alias Nathaniel Burk arrived from his so-called business trip which had, in reality, been merely a soiree with his Mistress Francine, whom he intended to marry, but up until now, he hadn’t arrived at a comfortable solution, but with this unexpected turn of events-how convenient! And, it wouldn’t even amount to a costly divorce settlement! What more could a man like him ask for? He learned of which hospital her body had been carried off to and it would require the appearance of respect and decency for him to take a ride in his Bentley downtown to pay his respects which would be required of course of action.

Meanwhile, the Mortuary at the London Hospital on Whitechapel Road on the East End would fast be autopsying the corpse of Mrs. Nataly Burk. The coroner had been puzzled. The blood work was normal with a presence of alcohol but not in great quantities. No, tranquilizers or other drugs were present. All organs appeared normal, even the heart that had apparently failed had not been diseased! That was strange! When filling out the Post Mortem Report, the examiner listed Cause of Death Unknown. However, the attending physician could not help but note the expression of horror on the face of the deceased and found that to be very unsettling.

Alias Nathanial Burk, thought he had a new lease on life and, being the practical and unsentimental man that he was, he gave the mysterious doll he found in his wife’s bedroom to his fiancé as a gift, thinking she might be impressed with such an exotic present. However, as the weeks went on Alias, who had informed his new squeeze that it would take some time to transition her into the estate for the sake of public opinion and to prevent any undue rumors of scandal! However, it seemed that fate took a very bad turn for the Burk family as Francine exhibited a strange transformation in mood, complaining about strange dreams about a doll. In three weeks the mistress even in the lap of luxury that Alias Burk was keeping her in, committed suicide by drug overdose!

From this point on in, the Burk Family experienced a series of personal tragedies, untimely accidents, and unlikely deaths. For some reason that no one but perhaps Ann and Lionel Aldridge could have known, the mystery of one of the wealthiest families in Great Britain suffering such sudden downfalls would remain the stuff of speculation, rumors, and occult documentaries that never arrived at the truth behind these unprecedented calamities other than some kind of curse!

As for Lionel and Ann, at first there had been an awkwardness after the doll incident that had raised red flags for the woman that he loved. Ann had to step back for a while until she was assured that everything between she and Lionel was now solid and free of any other surprises. An unexpected windfall of money came from the Burk estate owed to Ann once investigators had uncovered irregularities that should have been legally settled but were apparently violations. The two lovers would end up being married and a future arose from the ashes of unexpected misfortune.

A Halloween Horror Story

I’d made a reservation for a cabin a day before Halloween was to fall. I guess watching little kids in costumes years after my divorce and my kids grown up left an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach, so decided to avoid that this year. What pissed me off was the state park’s placement of my cabin on the very outer edge of the cabin sites and a long way off the nearest lamp post so that lighting from the street was very bad. I expected kind of like a tract home set up of cabins all reasonable close to each other, but nope, that didn’t happen. When I got in and checked with the park ranger’s office I didn’t know yet where I’d be located, but when I found out, I called them up and bitched about it. They just told me they had a lot of cabins already booked and that a number of cabins had been shut down for maintenance and repairs! Oh Boy!

Anyway, it had been a long drive and a full day. I brought food for the first day. It was a one room living area cabin. Queen bed in one corner, TV in another, kitchen sink and dining table across from them and the bathroom in another corner. Only a micro wave, small fridge, and coffee maker, and I don’t even drink coffee! Damn! I checked out back on the privacy patio and there was an old smoker barbeque so that was where I’d fix dinner! Luckily, I’d brought along a bottle of whiskey and found a shot glass in the cabinet. Wow, talking about curb service! So I had my first gulp before starting my dinner. I had a couple of marinating steaks and some frozen veggies so I’d steam the veggies in the micro wave and grill the steaks. Meanwhile, I couldn’t put my finger on it but there was a bleak and gloomy feeling about my cabin location and through the window, only the dim lighting from the distance street lamp. Another shot of whiskey might numb me to that.

I flicked on the TV just to find that it has a limited number of cable channels, so once again, burned by my own impulsive choices, but by the time I made a reservation it has been too close to the holiday, and apparently there were people like me that the trick or treating just brought back the good old days and memories of family long gone. Then I found a weird channel that seemed like live TV so I let that set while I was preparing dinner. The steak came out nicely, the veggies were tender and a good helping of butter made them tasty. Another jigger of fire water and whoopee there went my case of the blues! I settle down in the recliner and began eating like a beaver at the base of a tree trunk when I thought was some cheap budget horror flick that I was watching.

Suddenly, there was this beastly bastard staring right at the TV screen as it if were looking right at me! It was bizarre! It was if it were glaring at me to the point where I felt like I was actually being watched! Wow this was the weirdest type of movie I’d ever seen before. Give credit to the director, I thought, this guy was another John Carpenter! Still it looked at me now as it seemed to be stalking another cabin and now it broke that eerie stare and began focusing on the cabin it was interested in.

As if a live camera feed was being broadcast I saw this tall, hairy, figure, peaking in one the windows of a cabin and thought that seemed odd! While, apparently someone’s wife was preparing a meal. The creature went over to the privacy fence of that cabin, which intriguingly looked like my cabin having the same set up, and tore a plank from the fence like it was nothing then walked over to the window and smashed through the glass with it! Wow, what a bizarre flick, I thought. As the thing attempted to crawl through the window while the wife and family inside screamed, suddenly, several shots rang out! Here’s the thing. I heard those shots coming from the same direction as my nearest neighbor to the right of my place! From outside! I was watching what was happening for real and it was taking place here and now! Was this damn place haunted?

I went outside and saw it was really happening! I called the park ranger’s office, wondering just what the hell was going on! Was this a reality TV enactment or something? I began walking over to the cabin, warily, and cautious when all the sudden came the sirens and park ranger jeeps! I stopped in my tracks and waited to see what they would do! The vehicles swarmed the house with armed rangers rushing onto the premises! I walked to the broken in window and looked inside. There was what looked like a huge bear rug at first sitting on top of a pool of blood while the family looking as if in shock as they simply stared, things were suddenly quiet now, but bewildering to say the least!

I slowly backed away from the window when a park ranger approached, “What did you see?” he asked rather aggressively.

“Looks to me like some damn Bigfoot got its ass shot off if you ask me,” I answered.

“Maybe you just think you saw that,” he replied.

“Hey! I’m the one who reported this incident! Don’t tell me what I saw!” I snapped.

“We don’t need someone creating a panic here! Everything is under control now. There are other people here and who don’t need to become hysterical over this!” The Ranger continued.

“You act like this shit goes on all the time or something!” I shouted irritated.

“Just calm down, okay,” The Ranger lowered his tone.

“Calm down?” I said, “You tell me what the hell just happened then.”

“A fatal wildlife incident. That’s what will be reported.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, this isn’t exactly how I planned on my three day vacation going, I’ve been drinking, and I damn sure can’t just drive out of here now! What am I supposed to do? What if another one of those things shows up looking for its buddy?”

“We’re going to set up a night vigil and heavily patrol the area to make sure nothing else happens!” The ranger blurted out, now angry that I was resisting his false assurances. “So, you’ve been drinking?”

“Oh, you going to try that public intoxication bullshit on me?” I replied probably a little too brash after 6 shots of whiskey.

“No I’m not,” the ranger assured me quietly. “Now just go back to your cabin and settle down and rest assured that we have this situation under control!”

“Hank, any problem here?” Another ranger cut in as he looked me over.

“No, this man was just about to head back to his cabin. Wasn’t that correct, Sir?” My favorite park ranger muttered in my direction.

“Yeah!” I nodded and started walking away irritated to no end, but what the hell could I do right now?

However, the more I thought about it, I stopped and said, “It’s clear to me that this is not an isolated incident and you people have handled this kind of thing before.”

“Be that as it may, please go inside, lock your door and check your windows, and we will be on alert all night long!” The ranger warned me this time.

“Fine, damn it!” I replied and walked back to my cabin.

Once I was inside I peeked through the window and watched the family hurriedly packing their vehicle and driving off, feeling sorry for them and how their vacation had turned out! I had a feeling that this was not simply a rare incident and that it was something the park rangers, the state wildlife commission, and maybe even the Department of Interior knew about! That was what bothered me the most! Perhaps our cabins were just too close to their territory and they were reacting to that? I could only tiredly speculate as the adrenaline rush began to wear off now. I looked at the TV channel I’d been watching and there were the park ranger vehicles still at the scene and beneath the imagery was a text that read “State Park Live Cam”.

I opened the curtains to watch now and here came a paramedic vehicle and two staffers came out and unfolded a gurney that they wheeled into the cabin entrance! I was totally flabbergasted. I couldn’t believe my eyes! It was like this was just business as usual! By now, I’d had enough, walked over to my bed and collapsed into it! I was exhausted but also appalled at everything I’d seen and the way it had been handled!

When I awoke it had to have been between 3 AM and 4 AM. I could see my breath I the air. That cabin felt like it was freezing. Apparently, the temperature had dropped drastically and I had not thought to turn on the heater! I checked the thermostat and it showed 40 degrees! Damn! I turned on the heat and smelled that telltale whiff of heating elements burning off the dust that had settle on them since the last time they had been turned on. I peered outside again and just as the rangers had said, there was a jeep, engine not idling but the headlights were left on. I thought that guy’s battery would go dead, maybe he was just sleeping. I decided to take a walk over to see if the ranger were asleep and maybe to make a little conversation, but as I approached I became even more inquisitive! What I thought was a ranger laying on the hood of his jeep maybe gazing up at the stars or napping but to my horror it was a body lying half in and half out of the jeep, smashed through the windshield with the bloody jagged edges of glass spread across the hood! As I gasped in total shock I saw another ranger lying on the ground next to the jeep looking in a mangled state like he’d been thrown into a meat grinder!  I bent over and wretched unprepared for such a sight!

I forced myself to check for a pulse on either of the bodies. Nothing. Then a crackle on the radio came through. “Unit 6 are you there? Grady, Tom, are either one of you there?” Suddenly I realized here I was alone, unarmed, and a sitting duck for whatever or whoever had just waylaid these two men! I looked over their battered bodies and found a pistol in one of their holsters and grabbed it! I’d had basic training and knew how to use one, but never thought I’d even have to again! In the headlights I made sure the handgun was loaded, had a bullet in the chamber, and made sure the safety was off! I was shaking like a leaf now! I began my way back toward the cabin to get my cell phone and call into the office to let them know what horrors awaited, but it was not to be!

There was movement! A large dark figure barely illuminated in the cold night air was coming my way! Is it hadn’t been for the jeep headlights I might not have seen it! I raised the revolver, a 357 magnum, from what I could see, and fired! The muzzle flash was almost blinding there in the darkness and I didn’t know if I’d hit the damn thing! Then there was a deafening squeal like you’d hear off a wounded animal but this was ear splitting! Still it came forward! I backed away, stumbled, and fell! Now I was laying on my back as the huge shape hovered over me about to pounce, out of nothing by reflex action I fired again and again then scrambled to my feet! Now I heard choking and a spluttering sound! It sounded like it was dying! To say quite truthfully that I regretted killing it as much as I would have regretted shooting another human being would have been!  The honest to God’s truth!

It lay there still convulsing as far as I could see as my eyes adjusted to the dark. Then I had a horrible feeling that maybe I’d killed the wife, another member of its family, or a teen aged one! How could I have felt any empathy for it after I’d seen what it had done to those rangers and it had obviously snuck up on them before they’d ever had a chance to shoot or even know what was going to happen to them! Why should I have even cared? I wondered! Guess I’m just not a killer, but I had killed now! I’d taken the life of some other being in self-defense! I just stood there over it as it pitifully died a slow death, sick to my stomach over all this!

“Jesus!” I sighed.

I trudged back to the cabin wary that there might be even more of them, but luckily I got to the door and then reached for my cell phone. I called in what I’d seen and that not only two rangers were dead but a creature that we’ve been told, doesn’t exist! That pissed me off even more, the lies we’ve been told for so long! I’d have to say that their response time may have been quick but they had botched this whole incident!

I reclined in the chair and out of exhaustion managed to snooze again, knowing I was in no shape to drive away in my present state. The there was a sharp at the door! I still had the firearm in my hands ready to use what bullets were left! “Who is it?” I demanded.

“Park Rangers, please open up!” One man announced.

There two of them standing there, both looking stunned but trying to maintain control. ”Did you witness what happened out there?”

“Damn right I did! I was damn near killed myself!”

The ranger reached slowly for the pistol I was holding, “You’re not going to need that anymore.”

I handed it to him wondering what the heel would happen next as the morning light began to show. I was tired and weak, sickened by the way my Halloween had turned out, and somehow feeling guilty! I could see in the background that the mess had been cleaned up and a second paramedical truck was now driving out with more victims. The two rangers stared at me for few seconds. “I take it you killed the animal responsible for attacking the two park rangers<” one of them murmured.

“Is this something you people see often?” I asked.

Both rangers looked at each other and nodded silently. “First time we’ve seen anything like this.”

“Well, I sure as hell never saw anything like this until I came here for my three day weekend!” I bitterly replied.

“I’m afraid we have a homicide situation now. The local sheriffs will be taking over and you’ll have to go through an interview from a federal special agent.”

“Why? What the hell did I do but defend myself?” I asked disbelievingly!

“Its routine procedure,” One of the rangers replied.

“Well, there was nothing routine about what the hell I’ve been through!” I responded back.

“We’re sorry about that,” One ranger apologized.

“How long will this take?”

“Probably about 24 hours for him to arrive,” The tall one with curly brown hair replied. “He’ll be opening a case file.”

“Just great!” I shot back. “I was almost killed goddam it!”

“Well, you’re sure better off than the three of those corpses,” The shorter pudgy looking one replied.

“So, what the hell am I supposed to do in the mean time? All I want to do is get out’ve here and forget all this shit ever happened!”

“Is there anything we can get you? Anything you need?” The taller ranger asked.

“Well, I was going to go to the store being that I’d brought enough food for one night, but apparently everything has changed now.”

“We’d be glad to bring you some breakfast and even a few groceries if you’d like,” The Pudgy ranger offered.

“At this point I’ll take whatever I can get. I’m just trying to forget what I saw,” I tiredly replied.

Day Two

After a fitful night’s sleep with rangers parked out on the road at the edge of the gravel driveway that led to my cabin. I was toweling off after a shower with my bathrobe on when a knock came at the door. I opened it and there stood a woman in a business outfit. “I’m special agent Laurel Randolph, may I come in?”

She was short, about 5 foot 3 inches, but looked powerfully built. Her movements were disciplined and precise as you would expect a special agent to be. She sat at the kitchen table with a vinyl lined notebook, camera, and her cell phone. Her long brunette hair was tied back and out her face. No makeup, no perfume, maybe she was fresh out of sniper school for all I knew! “Please have seat,” She gestured.

“How long is this going to take,” I asked tiredly.

“Perhaps an hour maybe longer, she answered as she adjusted her phone to record. “What I’ll need is some biometrics just your thumb print and a facial photo.”

“Look. Am I under some kind of fucking suspicion? Do I need a damn lawyer or something?”

“No-no-nothing like that.” She assured me.

“Let me ask you first,” I said. “What the hell does a state or national park need a federal special agent for?”

“Illegal activities, suspicious missing persons, drug dealers murdering hikers, pot growers, human traffickers, murders, and general felonies committed on park grounds,” She recited as if well-rehearsed.

I told her everything I had seen happen and all of the timing behind it to the best of my recollections. I reminded her that I got the impression that this kind of thing happened a lot more often than people were led to believe! When I said that, she gave me a funny look like I knew something I wasn’t supposed to know. I knew that right off the bat! She wrote it all down transcribing what we talked about. Then I asked just off the record, turn off the recorder, stop writing, and just answer a couple of my questions now. She complied, almost as if she was tired of denying the obvious!

I’d been sitting so long in my bathrobe it was almost dried. “What do you know about these kinds of incidents and how often do they really occur. Now you tell me what I want to know!”

Laurel cleared her throat uncomfortably looking down at her paper work, took a deep breath, and looked me in the eye. “I hate to admit this, but just as you suspect, these incidents are more common than we can allow the people to know, and they still go unsolved.”

“Why do I hear about special agents like yourself withholding files from investigators?”

“A question of government liability and maybe just not wanting to dig up old bones after so many years,” She muttered almost with a sense of guilt.

“So, how many people go into these damn parks to have a good time and relax not realizing that their lives could potentially be in danger due to the lack of disclosure over these incidents?” I demanded.

“Look,” Laurel huffed, “They’re already in a lot more danger than they can even imagine! Bear, cougar, wolverines, snakes, alligators, poisonous insects, dangerous terrain, unpredictable weather, criminals, they are in more peril than they can even realize and the illusion of safety is unfortunately tantamount to the park and forest system remaining in control! Have I put this plainly enough for you?”

“And what the hell about this situation that happened last night?”

“You are an unusual survivor who can live to tell about it, but we would urge you not to!” Laurel shot back.

“Are you saying I could be in danger if I open my big mouth?” I asked sarcastically.

“You would be surprised at what federal prosecutors or district attorneys can do like using every statute, ordinance, or infraction imaginable on the books once they want to silence someone or put them away. I do not condone this at all but in my years, I have seen it done, and I strongly advise you for your own sake to remain silent about this.”  Laurel’s face turned stone cold as if she was part of something she abhorred.

“How do you rationalize being part of covering up these incidents?” I asked in a less demanding tone.

Laurel stood up, smoothing the wrinkles in her suit and grimaced inwardly like she was not prepared to answer such a question. “It is with great regret that I would be part of a cover up that could cost human lives, but I’m like a soldier following orders I don’t approve of yet feel a duty to fulfill.”

I could hardly detect any femininely softness within her, but a sense of genuine guilt. Had she simply been hardened by her experience and training? I could only guess. Maybe she’d been a Tomboy all her life, grew up on a ranch learning to use rifles as a kid, who knew? It bothered me though, then as if reading my mind, she went further.

“You may think I’m insensitive and don’t care or that I’ve put aside all of my female instincts but it’s not true. You sitting there in you bathrobe, an attractive man, I can see the blonde hair on your chest, and I have to ignore my need to feel passionate and sensual, maybe under different circumstances things might be different, but because I do care about you, I advise you out of compassion. Please do not put yourself at risk going public with this, okay?”

“I have one more question. What happened to the family that was staying in the cabin next door to me? How are you doing to keep them silent?”

“Just before I came to your door I was notified by the state troopers that the family of which you are speaking were involved in a fatal accident, no survivors. A single care accident, apparently a blow out and their vehicle rolled into a ditch. Can I vouch for a complete ruling out of foul play? No, but if I didn’t care about you. I would not have said anything. Please understand this.” Laurel gave me for the first time, a pleading look on her face. Now she seemed humanly emotionally as though she knew a lot of things she was forced to hide. With that she gathered her things. I began to get up to show her out but she placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me brief kiss on the forehead, and walked out.

I got up from my chair, grabbed the whiskey bottle and filled a shot glass as a I listened to her car pulling away. The threats had been subtle but there also the sincerity that this agent still had a heart. I have remained silent all this time years later and only under anonymity am I even revealing any of this. There’s more, but I don’t want to further place rats in your skulls!

THE END

The Dumbing Down and Compromising of the West

One of the saddest aspects of reducing a society into chaos and division is propaganda, which is just one of many tenants of asymmetric warfare. Turning one citizen against another over ideology is paramount to creating a conquerable environment. Today we see pampered college students who likely finished high school because they were indoctrinated instead of educated is unfortunately a reality in today’s intellectually compromised world.

How does the ugly degeneration of our society present itself in today’s sanitized existence where mainstream media imposes its agenda upon its audiences with lies, denial, and biased editorializing rather than objective reporting of the facts! With a largely misinformed public that is obsessed with itself and not the world around it, we begin to see the breakdown of common sense and that the lessons taught to us by history largely ignored. We see college professors who hate America teaching their classes that our nation is evil and has behaved in an evil manner for decades overlooking the opportunity and humanitarian that has made our country a beacon of light in world full of terrorism, genocide, and wars!

When you have a black so-called college professor proclaiming that all white people should be executed to make the world a better place and this kind of shit is given air time on C-Span you have a problem! When you see American college kids on campus screaming “We are Hamas” as Jewish students and professors are being assaulted and forced to hide because they have been racialized by on campus illegal aliens given scholarships paid for the American taxpayer thanks to the Democrats “Open Borders” debacle, if you have a brain, you must know something is extremely wrong, yet we have clueless member of our society who actually support this insanity! The absence of common sense will destroy a society?

The rigged system that President Trump has made reference to many times subsists of a hostile educational system, a corrupt mainstream media, and a government full of dishonest Congressmen and Senators, not to mention, judges, who have no patriotism toward their country or fellow countrymen and you have a recipe for disaster where those who work hard, pay their taxes, and obey the law, become the white supremacists, the racists, the generation who should be censored and demonized, you know that the left, the Communists, our foreign enemies, and the Democrats who are owned by them are succeeding horrifically and threaten the future of the Constitutional Republic that was established long ago by our intellectually superior Founding fathers! The drivel, unaccountability, and morally corrupted generations who have been lobotomized with lies and disinformation are coming to fruition in a terrible way!

When you see such people as Charlie Kirk being assassinated and this act being applauded by those who value socialism and godless existence, you know that monsters have been created with no sense of conscience at all! When a president like Donald Trump is nearly assassinated due to the negligence of his own Secret Service, you know that the deep core of your federal government have become traitors! There was once a law against using falsehoods in election campaign advertisements. There was once a law against Communism being practiced in political part form here in the US, but what happened to the law?

What happened to well defined right and wrong where violent criminals are released back into the public by activist judges? What happened that a policeman goes to jail for enforcing the laws against arrogantly lawless miscreants resisting arrest? These are the symptoms of empires in the past who have collapsed from within because the very people themselves were too blind to see what was taking place! The midterm elections that are looming even with the resistance of US Senators who refuse to pass the “Save America Act” that would ensure credibility in voting is being vehemently resisted by the Democrats who have degenerated into Bolshevik status! Wake up people because if America is successfully undermined, there will be nowhere else to go!

The very cream of the true insurrectionists in America!  

Alaskan Triangle US Air Force Lost Aircraft

The year is 1950 and the US and Soviet Union are locked in a crucial arms race that epitomizes the tensions of the “Cold War”. US nuclear capable bombers routinely patrol the narrow corridors of the Pacific that barely separate US and Soviet airspace. In an age that predates the ICBM (Inter Continental Ballistic Missile) it is only heavy bombers that have the range, payload, and accuracy to deliver mutually assured destruction to Russia in the event of World War III. The year after the establishment of NATO, the possibility of the end of the world as we know it exists in the heavily patrolled and surveillanced region that hinges upon the “Alaskan Triangle”.

As Ivan T. Sanderson, a former intelligence officer for the British military has been the first source of exposure of USO’s (Unidentified Submerged Objects) and who identified some 12 worldwide “Devil’s Triangles” throughout the world, the Alaskan Triangle is one of those forbidden zones of disappearance! South along the Pacific Northwest shoreline if the “Los Angeles Triangle” an area in Southern California along the Redondo Trench where frequent UFO and USO activity is observed and documented! It is this north south corridor where the unexplained thrives with impunity and seemingly forever hides its secrets.

It all begins January 26, 1950 as a Douglas C-54 transport aircraft on a south easterly course from Elmendorf Air Base, has just completed a radio check in over Snagg, Alaska and will vanish with 56 people on board shortly afterward! The incident is so disturbing that a scheduled US and Canadian military exercise is cancelled as the largest search and rescue operation since WWII is deployed involving 85 aircraft flying over 300,000 square miles! Not one clue is uncovered! However, it doesn’t stop there! 14 days later a C-47 aircraft’s engine stalls and the crew crash lands. Luckily, they survive but one pilot must walk 13 miles to a roadside before getting help. They had been part of the air search for the lost C-54.

Radar stations and air group patrols are now on high alert, but the string of incidents continues. The death of Captain Mantel over Godman Airfield in Kentucky in 1948 is still fresh in the minds of the US Air Force who does not rule out the possibility of UFO related aircraft losses. Prior to the loss of the Douglas C-54 Sky Master, a US Air Navy pilot made contact with an unidentified aerial object traveling at a speed of 1,800 mph. a speed that no US or foreign aircraft could achieve! However, the Alaskan Triangle had already devoured previous airplanes and aviators. Famous pioneering aviator, Wiley Post, along with popular humorist, Will Rogers, would die near Point Barrow Alaska on what should have been a routine flight that ended in a fatal crash August 15, 1935.

There were suspicions by US Air Force investigators that the Douglas C-54 could have suffered instrument disorientation and caused the wrong course heading leading to a possible Soviet downing for the huge transport plane! Intentions in the area are high and such possibilities cannot be ruled out! February 10, 1950 a second C-47 Sky Train goes down this time near Haines Junction Yukon! Despite a crash landing into the side of a hill slope, the crew amazing survives unhurt and are rescued! Yet, the string of in-flight tragedies continues! On February 16^th once again, another C-47 goes down while on a search grid near Snagg, Alaska, but this time it’s a Royal Canadian Dakota transport! Thankfully the crew escaped with minor injuries and were rescued!

Number 5, and the most tragic of all was the crash of a B-36 Peacekeeper Nuclear Bomber that lost engine power and was forced to jettison a Mark IV nuclear device that landed in the Pacific waters. A conventional bomb load and the nuclear bomb were jettisoned while the crew bailed out of the plane! The conventional payload detonated but not the Nuke! The B-36 continued to fly abandoned by the crew and crashed on Mt. Kologet in British Columbia. This “Broken Arrow” incident ended “Project Mike”, the search for the Douglas C-54! In all 5 US Air Force planes where lost in quick succession! The nuclear bomb was never located despite several attempts at scanning for it by the US Air Force and others who assisted.

From a point north at Point Barrow, to Fairbanks, and then south to Juneau, Alaska, the Alaskan Triangle continues to this day to swallow hikers, hunters, aircraft, and even ships! To date 20,000 such vanishings have been recorded. An effort by authorities to record and catalogue all such incidents is underway. Ironically, the lost B-36 Peacekeeper was headed for Carswell Air Base in Ft. Worth, Texas where, Intelligence Officer of the 509^th Bomb Group, Jesses Marcel, and a B-29 crew had taken the Roswell crashed disk debris for a photo shoot ordered by General George Ramey in 1947!

Unpredictable weather, unexplored mountainous terrain, below zero temperatures, and electromagnetic interference are all blamed for making the recovery of airplane crashes so seemingly impossible, but that is not the only reason for these mysterious incidents according to researchers! They massive mystery remains!

A haunting aspect to this whole series of incidents is a ghostly aspect of the Douglas C-54 Skymaster disappearance, and that is the unexplained radio transmissions being picked up by USAF communications. The radio traffic was garbled and vague but operators reported that it seemjed to be distress radio transmissions from the crew of the C-54 after its dsiappearance as if coming from the other side of another dimension. These untriangulated radio transmission continued for some time, haunting the search and rescue operation! 

Big Lonely: An Indie Film that Will seriously Affect You

• Posted by Doc Vega on September 21, 2026 at 4:53pm
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It’s easy for us to be caught up in our little world, feeling sorry for ourselves, or lamenting the pain of the past, but when you see this film you may be awakened from your self imposed sadness. What happened to a hard working and decent man is criminal, but he refuses to give in! He rebuilds a lonely life of his own. I cried watching this! If you have a heart you will too. Enjoy! 

If You Don’t Care About Politics Why Bitch About Your Situation then?

• Posted by Doc Vega on September 19, 2026 at 5:34pm
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I see people who say this all the time, “I don’t get involved in politics,” or “What difference does it make anyway, both parties are corrupt?”

For those people I’d have to say, if you bother to know why the cost of living is so high and who is responsible, then why wouldn’t you want to know who, what where, and when?” Are you that clueless and unaffected by failed government policies? Do you have so much money on hand that you can afford any tax increase such as carbon taxes, fossil fuel tax, and world economic taxes? Are you that invulnerable?

If people didn’t bother to get involved in their government, and at least being informed voters you would not believe how badly we, as a society, would be robbed blind, and even be at the mercy of our enemies! It is for this very reason that for decades Washington DC operated behind the curtains with the blind trust of Americans who trusted their representatives to look out for their best interests, and you know where that got us! 37 trillion in deficits due to Democrats funding an open borders invasion with more than 20 million illegals gaming the system, getting money for rent, food, housing, and medical assistance among other benefits all paid for with US taxpayer money embezzled by your very federal government from your hard earned taxes that were confiscated from you! Get it?

Why does America have a huge population of Islamic migrants who want to impose their own law they call “Sharia” in our Constitutional Republic that in many ways violates our values and inalienable rights? Why would any political party that respected the US Constitution and the rights of its people allow this? Well, if you are so damn disinterested in politics then you won’t mind reported bloody terrorist attacks in public places like clubs and other facilities where anyone could suddenly succumb to a bombing, mass shooting, or maybe a knife wielding animal who thinks Allah will reward him when he gets to heaven for killing infidels (you and I). So, I guess you wouldn’t think to ask who was responsible for letting these animals into our country for what reason, right? So if little Penny, your daughter were to get raped by some illegal alien, I assume you wouldn’t be asking questions now would you?

Did you know if it wasn’t for DOGE and Elon Musk exposing the graft of taxpayer money theft by USAID, Act On, and other Democrat created NGO’s to benefit their cronies, the billions stolen form taxpayers and added to the national debt would be unrecoverable and you, who didn’t give a shit about politics might be stuck wondering why the US dollar is worth nothing ask why and that we would be having runaway inflation like Germany after World War II where a barrel full of money won’t buy a loaf of bread, then could you possibly take the time to pay attention and ask, who was responsible and how could this have been allowed to happen?

Here’s the thing! People who remain ignorant, passive, uninvolved, are the easiest to cheat and rule, and your federal government wants you to be apathetic so they can steal your money, make more laws to invade your privacy, create more costly regulations, and all this makes your life more expensive and with more pitfalls like not even knowing you were breaking the laws they made and you knew nothing about it! The left, the Democrats, the Islamic radicals, our foreign enemies, all rely upon you being an, “I don’t give a shit about politics!” type of guy! You are the reason these corrupt bastards who get elected year after year yet do nothing for their constituents, and may not even live in the voting districts their hold office for. Why? Because no one cared to find out, no one cared enough to ask questions, and no one thought to seek anything else of news other than the Democrat owned, state news agencies, the mainstream media, n better than Tass or Pravda, the Communist propaganda newspapers that did nothing but further the lies of their oppressive Communist government!

George Carlin once made a joke saying he didn’t voter, therefore no one could blame his for the kind of lame and corrupt politicians we have in office. “Garbage in and garbage out!” As he put it, so why bother? Well guess what boys and girls, if the voters, the citizens, the legal members of our society had bothered to pay attention and see that shit was not right and we were getting lied to a long time ago, we might not be in this mess today!