Challenge #02455-F265: Murder Most Satisfying
What if someone was addicted to murder? They had to kill someone one out of necessity, but enjoyed it too much. Now, they want to stop, but it’s hard. – Anon Guest
You know all those hokey old serial killer dramas? The ones where the murderer always says that killing’s a rush? They were right. There’s no thrill like it, you know.
I know that watching the light die from that bastard’s eyes was the closest I could get to heaven without dying first. I know for sure he won’t be going there. I’m… I’m not to certain about me. See, most of the time I’m perfectly ordinary. I do things like everyone else, but…
Once in a while… sometimes a long, long while… I want– no. I need to kill. As the song says, there are so many assholes who just need killing. Well. The song doesn’t say that in as many words, but the spirit is there. I know there are horrible people in the world. We see them every day. We’re taught to ignore them.
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Challenge #01968-E144: Bullish Behaviour — Steemit
“There’s a new code of conduct amongst the Jorgins’,” said McTavish. “One of our informants managed to put this into a blind drop, yesterday.”
And considering how The Accountant was about leaking information, that was a high-risk thing to do, Caulky whistled backwards. “Hope they’re still alive today.”
It was a booklet. Professionally done like they’d do at any copy shop. It had colourful tabs labeled Dress Code and Daily Ethics or Grammar and Pronunciation. The Security and Confidentiality tab was a deep red.
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Challenge #01911-E087: Uptick in Downsizing — Steemit
Ten years. Working her ass off. Running the numbers so hard that they sweated. And all she got out of it was making her offices so efficient that she was superfluous to requirements. Thanks for helping us save a billion dollars, Kathi. We’re going to make it a billion plus… your wages. You’re superfluous to requirements.
So now she had ten years of her shit in a cardboard box, no current way to pay her bills, and not many opportunities for accountants, because the firm who had just fired her was also the most popular accounting firm in the country. And seeking work wasn’t as easy for her generation as it was for, say, her gram'pa who walked into his workplace at seventeen and had a job until retirement.
While Kathi waited for her pie and coffee, she searched for anyone looking for accountants. Anywhere. And that was how she heard the people in the next booth.
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Challenge #01535-D074: Action and Consequence
There is a minor but critical distinction between being right and being not wrong. – @recklessprudence
Someone had graffitied a museum’s promotional poster. The poster, being about a dinosaur exhibit, featured the ever-popular T-Rex. The graffito read, He’s a chicken, I tell you! A giant chicken![1]
There was no need to arrest the offending graffiti artist because the local paleontological fans had already corralled them and were having a Well-Actually contest. Lyr hung back and observed, just in case things got rowdy. These were, after all, fellow humans, and humans sometimes argued with their bodies as well as their mouths.
“…while the T-rex is related to the common chicken,” one pontificated, “there’s no evidence that the descent is at all direct.”
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Challenge #01505-D044: Convoluted Revenge
“Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die. ” - Carrie Fisher – @recklessprudence
There had never been a more elaborate plot to advance a child in the history of anywhere. It was so elaborate that it didn’t come to light until years after the fact, when they found Chatelaine Fairweather’s diary.
It began, as most things do, with a snub. Chatelaine Fairweather’s daughter was passed over for advancement to the Lady’s Maid, or even one of them, in favour of a cousin with all the brains of a mayfly. And the worldly experience of one, too. But since the Lady’s Maid was also the feast’s cup-bearer for the Lady and her staff, the Chatelaine came up with a plan.
First, she gained a favourite cup, and instructed the witless Lady’s Maid to always bring her drinks in that cup. But she made certain that nobody else heard the instruction. It was a cheap thing of gilded bronze and glittering glass, appropriate for the Chatelaine’s station.
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YOUNG UNARMED BLACK MAN SHOT AND PARALYZED IN HIS NEIGHBORHOOD BY FAKE COP FOR TALKING TO WHITE GIRL IN HIS CAR
On February 4, sitting in his own car in his own neighborhood, talking to a female passenger, Monroe Bird was shot in the neck by a security guard, Ricky Stone, a 52-year-old white man. The bullet pierced the C3 vertebrae in his neck. Standing 6 feet, 8 inches, Bird, a gifted athlete, is now unable to move his arms or legs and relies on a ventilator to breathe.
Heres what you need to know:
- The security guard who shot Bird possessed marijuana at the time of the shooting. He told the Tulsa police that he hadn’t smoked it in a few weeks, and they didn’t even give him a citation. This is the definition of white privilege. Mind you, Tulsa was quick to test Eric Harris for drugs after they killed him and then released the results widely—even though he never acted violently toward officers.
- The security guard went to the tired, age-old excuse and claimed that he saw Bird reach into his glove compartment. According to the police report, no weapons were found in or near the car, and no items that even seemed to belong in the glove compartment were found out or about in the car.
- The security guard claimed he thought Monroe and his female passenger were having sex in the car and that he only approached them because of this. She’s white. Bird is black. Both denied doing anything of the sort.
- The security guard has claimed that Bird, who has no criminal record, attempted to run him over and basically kill him there on the spot. Both the female passenger and Bird denied the guard’s account and stated that they were driving away when Stone began recklessly firing his gun into the car.
- The security guard who shot Bird worked for Benjy D. Smith, who owns Smith & Son Security Company. This important to know because Smith is a reserve deputy for the same Tulsa Sheriff’s Office that is currently under national scrutiny for its unethical practices with Reserve Deputy Bob Bates, who shot and killed Eric Harris earlier this year.
- The insurance company is denying him coverage because they claim “it was his own fault that he got shot.”
PLEASE HELP HIM!!
you can either Donate (doesnt have to be alot it can be as small as $5) or Call the healthcare group and demand they give coverage with the number listed above.
This really hurt my heart.
I just cannot with the world anymore. I avoid the news sometimes cause it is so hurtful. But I also need to be woke.
literally sitting in his fucking car in front of his fucking home.
please tell me how the hell getting a degree and owning a business would have stopped this from happening….
(via youve-doomed-us-all-jerk)
Goldman-Sachs evil allowed to perpetuate
The complete lack of surprise astonishes none.