There's No Place Left for a Hero:

Day 3,060, 14:46 Published in USA USA by Jimmy Cincinnati

Issue #114








*In a room full of beer cans and cigarette butts, an unshaven man sits at the edge of the bed and pulls a swig from a travelers flask.*


-GoTJ-
What!
Haven't you ever seen a man that was down on his luck?
I'm beat down and my spirit is worn.
The perpetrators are portraying themselves as the disenfranchised. The old guard still flies the colors of revolutionaries. Our choices are traded; for security. Past dictators have left us naked and ashamed.

I've stayed the course, because the world has gotten smaller and there's nowhere left to go. With the internet as it's catalyst; the world will become an interwoven intellect.
Inevitably, a new age will dawn and there will be conflicts with people that won't accept the new culture.






Ghost Fu

*I couldn't buy any sleep, that night. I stayed up and watched several documentaries about Native People of the East Indies.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of light across the window. The earth was shaken beneath me.
Until the shockwave hit, I thought it was an earthquake.
Windows shattered, car alarms sounded and the air was chocked with dust.
As I fumbled to throw on my pants, someone busted the door open. In stepped Cosmo Ketamine and Four Scantly Skanks.
The Skanks were equipped with harpoons, but Cosmo was armed with his key to the city and a cybernetic eye.*

*"WTF do you want," I demanded.*



-Cosmo-
I knew you couldn't stay away. I've been stalking you, through this desert.
The time has come! You will join the master and I, in a quest to rid the universe of the growing human menace.

-GoTJ-
Well, I'm not much of a team player. Why don't you go to the Crimson Citadel? They have places that are designed just for people like you.
lol!

-Cosmo-
Very well; let your voice lead the chorus in the choir of their screams!


*The Cosmo and I squared up and engaged in a fight for which I could foresee no positive outcome. Cosmo threw a right-cross. I played possum, although, I was ready with a flurry of knees and forearms.

All my strikes were blocked, but he grabbed my hand. I grabbed the outside of his wrist and forced him into an arm-bar. Then, I slipped my forearm under his chin and used him as a human shield.
I decided it was time to start bluffing.*


-GoTJ-
This whole place is rigged with explosives! Even if you hit me with a harpoon, I'll be able to push the button on my phone!

-Rosy Palm-
Everyone's expendable! All that matters is the glory of Our Master.


*The Skanks were, suddenly, pointing their weapons at someone else. A mountain of a man walked into the room. He was cloaked in a black suit and wearing sunglasses.*


-Special Agent Sasquatch-
I don't know who in the f%#k that you think you are!
This party is over!
You have been living an illicit lifestyle and poisoning the minds of our youth. All this was bound to have consequences.
I'm going to be taking you into custody. We need you to answer some questions.

-Sherin Peters-
Over my dead body.

-Agent Sasquatch-
That's a small price to pay for national security.


The big guy reached for his Biretta; as he was struck with a dart. He fired three shots, before a second dart went through his neck.

Skank #2 fell, Skank #3 grabbed her abdomen and Skank #1 fired a dart at me. It went though Cosmo Ketamine and struck my shoulder.
Skank #4 screamed and ran away.
Skank #1 and I dove for the gun. She got to the gun first, but I got hold of her hands and force it away; as two stray shots were fired.
I wrestled it away, as skank #3 hobbled out the door. I turn the gun on skank #1.



-GoTJ-
Any last words?

*Juanita Johnson*
Take me as a hostage. I'll show you how to please, real, woman.

-GoTJ-
No thanks; I'm not a woman.

*I unloaded 4 shots into her torso, so the family could identify her I wiped the gun off and placed it, back, into Agent Sasquatches hands.
Blood and gore were everywhere, so I put on a clean outfit.*






*Out the door I ran. I made it three blocks and thought it was clear. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Hold it right there!"
I turned to see three people, stepping into the lamplight.*


-Neighborhood Watchmen #1-
I'm the Neighborhood Watch Captain; Mike Hunt!

-Neighborhood Watchmen #2-
I'm City Council Member; Anass Rhammar!

-Neighborhood Watchmen #3-
I'm Retired Constable; Willie Stroker.

-Neighborhood Watch-
Together, we are; The Neighborhood Watch!

-GoTJ-
Great!
So, now I have to fight vigilantes?

-Neighborhood Watchmen #3-
Oh, God no! We just wanted to tell you that we're calling the police.

-GoTJ-
Oh! Ok; thanks!

*Why did I thank them; I don't know.*

*I ran, zigzagged and went over a hill. The plan was to stay in sight of the road, but far enough that I couldn't be seen. I became lost.
As dusk settled, the coyotes an other creatures started to announce themselves.*


*Although, I was leery of traveling at night, it was too creepy and the ground was too cold to get comfortable.
Progress was made, until a dirt road lead me within view of a campfire.*

*A decision had to be made; do I ask for help, do I hide from them or do I try and steal what I need?
I would need a closer look.*

















Here's a short endorsement for the party I support:

0 members of the Socialist Freedom Party voted to max taxes and 0 members of the Socialist Freedom Party have voted for a dictator.

If you don't like dictators and max taxes, please continue to vote for the Socialist Freedom Party. Thank You!



Pi$$ in the Win😛

The SFP members have circulated many economic ideologies, but here's what really happens:
The SFP has entrusted their treasury to an ex-con; which has served with integrity and transparency for the better part of 3 years.
It furnishes the budget for Build a Bear, Rainy Day Food and Tank Initiative and the SFP Housing Projects.

Now, look at our country admin page and you'll see that the country account is almost empty.
Security concerns are blamed for he lack of transparency, but as far as I know, that money is in someone's personal account. Who that is; that's anyone's guess.
We need to break this money trust and ensure the 1% are looking out for the rest of; like they should. I've been grinding this axe for a long time and I see no evidence that they are able to use the money more efficiently than the people who earned it. Furthermore, I don't believe that keeping us ignorant can be done in our best interest.
We are all individuals that orbit the Omni-Presence. There are no special people here. Some are drifting away from it and some are destined to be consumed by it. Most of us would like to stay on horizon as long as we can.