A Thug, a Lady, and Casings

I fought with a thug last night. But he was different than all the rest. He was hunting for me.

The night was busy. I jumped from one location to another breaking up crimes. Pimps beating there girls, punks robbing anyone they happened to come across. The gang wars I didn?t get involved with, I figured it would be better if they got rid of on another. Then I came across the well dressed lady in a bad part of town. She looked like an exec from a big time firm, and she was being assaulted. The punk had been slamming his meat fists into her face for a few moments before I was able to get down to the street. And when I did, he turned to me and smiled a missing tooth grin, before saying, "It?s about time you showed up." I was set up, so I expected the blow that was coming my way, letting it hit me in the jaw I went with the punch and rolled out of the way far enough the punk couldn?t get another punch off without having to take a few steps in my direction. The lady was staggering to her feet with the help of the wall propping her up, her once pretty face was starting to puff from the beating, but she was still an unknown piece of the puzzle. I couldn?t look into her eyes to see what side she was on; I was busy with the thug.

The punk was just about on me, he was big, very big, and slow. I fainted left, then dove right and swept his feet out from under him. He fell on his back with a loud thud. I straddled him, and grabbed his collar with my left hand and started beating his face like it was a whack-a-mole at an arcade. Something caught my ear, and I stopped beating the punk. He was laughing. I shook him, till his eyes opened and I gazed into his soul. He laughed even harder, ?that won?t work with me, I don?t have a soul.? The punk knew my secret. I let him drop to the ground and walked toward the lady. She looked up at me with a crooked smile, "My boss will be pleased, we learned more about you tonight."

I walked up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, "Who do you work for?" I said shacking her furiously. She only laughed, when the sound of gun fire forced me to drop to the ground a second shot came on the heels of the first, followed by the dull plop of the bullet hitting flesh, I looked up to see the tiny hole in her forehead and blood spattered graffiti on the wall behind. She rested against the wall for a second before her lifeless body slid to the ground.

The thug was starting to get up when another shot echoed in the night and he fell to the ground.

I dashed into a shadow and looked for any movement that might give away the shooter. Nothing broke the still of the night. I ran across the parking lot toward the place I thought the shots had come from. Sirens were wailing in the distance and I knew I only had a moment before the place would be crawling with police. I put on thermal vision goggles and scanned the area. In a planter box along the street I saw two faint heat signatures glowing. I ran over to the box and looked close. Two casing had fallen onto the dirt and momentarily heated the ground. The casings were gone. Only two casings? I had heard three shots. One shot caused me to drop and then one each for the lady and thug. I focused and thought. The first shot had come from the left of where the last two shots came from. I ran that way and found a small park like area with trees, and grass and bushes. I scanned the area but no heat signatures registered. Suddenly a blue glow caught my eye, something below ambient temperature. I went to it, and their in the grass was the heat impression of a casing, except this impression was cold, very cold. I looked at the scale on the side of the display. Minus one hundred degrees, dry ice has a surface temperature of minus one hundred and nine. What was this?

Suddenly my nightly haunts, protecting the innocent from the criminals of this city had become something more. I was now a target. But who was after me?

I had rattled the criminal element enough that they finally sent someone out. I was interested; the nights were becoming much more exciting.

A New Arrival

This city, My city, has a new protector of the night. I watched him from several blocks away. He sat hunched on the roof of a five story apartment building, watching the streets below. At first I thought I was watching a thug looking for a mark; after all, the signs were there, dressed in black, hooded, watching the street diligently. I was surprised when a man was attacked by a gang of youths, and the black clad protector dropped along the wall to the street, and saved the man from the youths. He fought with a conservation of force shared only with masters of the martial arts. This character is worth further study. I have been haunting these streets for years, and no one has ever came to the defense of the good citizens. This is a first.

I have made further progress at uncovering those behind the trafficking of human flesh for feeding the zombies. They are linked with the same people that have been promoting and protecting prostitution in this city. I was given a name by an informant, a girl that lost all her family to the cruel machinations of zombies, who was forced into prostitution. The name was Cheryl Bomagato. From what I have found out she is a Union representative for city workers. I haven?t been able to find a link between her and the zombies or prostitution.

I am the Mirrorman and when I look into the faces of prostitutes, I see zombies. Where did the zombies come from and how is it that they have infiltrated the highest levels of government? This city shivers with unknown fear, while the country moves, as lemmings to the sea, inexorable toward a cliff.

The last act of an individual

Today I saw the last act of brave individuals. I saw the last act of someone who knows what it means to take responsibility for ones actions. I saw professionalism and individuality at the highest level. John Galt would have been proud.

I saw the Captain of a destroyer; take the initiative and authorize the use of deadly force against pirates that held a U.S. Citizen hostage.

The Captain should be rewarded as well as the SEAL?s that did the job. But they will not. In this world and the environment we now find ourselves. Individuality is not rewarded, professionalism is not rewarded. Nothing but crime is rewarded. In a year the pirates will the ones winning the day.

Today I saw the first steps of the teeth being removed from the military. Within two years pirates will be holding U.S. Naval ships for ransom, their crews be-headed and the government will give more and more to the pirates, with nothing given in return.

The power and force is being taken from our military, the power is being transferred to environmentalist.

My city is all but lost. My country is next.

I am the Mirrorman. I see in the heart and soul of men. I know longer see individuals; I see a perverted communal thought.

WHO IS JOHN GALT?

I saw the question spray painted on the wall of an abandoned building today. Someone in the depressed slums of this city knows how to read. Either that or the question has taken on a new meaning. But for anyone who has read the book Atlas Shrugged, the question I s cry for help, a rage against what is happening, a scream for help.

Obazy is not John Galt.

John Galt believed in the individual and their ability to survive and thrive, to invent and innovate, to do good.

Obazy doesn?t believe any of that. He believes the government needs to take care of the people, to control them, to tell them what they can and cannot do, what they can accomplish, and how much any one person can have. He believes and is building an oppressive government, which will steal freedom in the name of benevolence.

I know who not John Galt is.

Equality and Subjugation

This city is a toilet. It reeks of long suffered ignorance and hate, disguised as tolerance and political correctness.

If you keep shaking the bottle, eventually it will explode. I smack the bottle every chance I get.

There can only be discrimination when one group uses their influence over another and on the dark streets I haunt, that influence is paraded about like card checks at a union meeting. Equality is a utopian dream of socialists. Forcing equality subjugates everyone to the enforcers.

The meek parasites scurry about afraid of their socialist handlers, afraid they may bee seen to have a little more than their neighbor. Equality will destroy this city, in many ways it has already.

Indoctrination of the Youth

The city is hot. The temperature has slowly increased over the past few days, but that hasn?t stopped me from my chosen evening watch. Only a few weeks ago fires raged North west of here, fueled by unpredictable winds. People are starting to wake up to the hell this country is heading toward. I can only hope enough will wake up to the fact in order to stop the increasing tide of government control.

Our youth is being indoctrinated to believe all capitalism is evil. They are being fed a diet of poison at the public schools. Before long kids will be turning in their parents for misdeeds against nature or animals, perhaps one day it will be a crime to have meat more than once a week, and some unlucky parent trying to raise a healthy young child will be turned in. Unfortunately it is not to hard to imagine, a young kid happy that they had meat twice in one week and telling a school friend, and that friend telling the teacher. The next sound would be the parent hearing the verdict of the judge.

This country is not the one I was born in. I put on this costume to protect the innocent against criminals. I don?t know what side I?m on any more. When it become illegal to have meat more than once a week, should I start stalking the kitchens in the neighborhood? No. I will never in crouch on the personal liberties of an individual, I?ll leave that to our government.

You may think I?m joking about having meat more than twice a week, but I?m not the seeds have already been sown. The youth in the public schools are already seeing videos produced by activists with one purpose in life, to see a government that controls every aspect of our lives. The video is out there its called ?The Story of Stuff?, and it?s dangerous it gives kids the wrong idea of capitalism, it tells them that having things is bad, that being warm in the winter and cool in the summer is bad, that having food to eat is bad.

Sometimes I have to stop myself and laugh at the absurdity of this country.

We can only have meat once a week, but already in congress they are passing a bill to set aside more meat for the zombies. They say this will keep them from killing normal humans. Appeasement didn?t work with Germany and it won?t work with the zombies. With the pro-zombie congress and president, normal humans are in dire straits.

I am the Mirrorman, when I look into the soul of a normal human, with a wife a kid and a job. I see fear.

New World Order

Last night was hot; the city sweltered in the early spring heat wave. Most of the inhabitants were still trying to hold off on using there air conditioners, since the weather soothsayers on the evening news said a drastic cooling trend was only a day a way.

The night was dark; the waning crescent wouldn?t rise until early morning. It was a perfect night for me to patrol the streets, and root out crime. The only thing is the thugs didn?t cooperate, the streets were empty. The lack of johns had hookers abandoning there corners, clubs were quiet, and no sound from the parks.

The night was too peaceful for this dark and degenerate city. I didn?t like it, but there was nothing for me to do. I pulled out papers I had printed from the internet concerning the New Deal put forth by President Roosevelt, and started reading through them.

A quote by James Paul Warburg struck me as appropriate for the current day, and an ominous prediction of the future. Speaking on Feb. 17, 1950, to the United States Senate Committee on Foreign Relations he said, ?We shall have World Government, whether or not we like it. The only question is whether world government will be achieved by conquest or consent."

I?m starting to believe that my fight against the zombies may be in vain and that the New World Order may be the real enemy. Obazy does everything he can to coddle and the zombies, but are they the real threat to this country. Seeking to tie the dots to an organization bent on controlling the world with a global government, may be beyond the abilities of this costumed crime fighter. But I may be brought into the fight against my will, as I watch our constitution eliminated piece by piece, and our economy handed over to the government in the form of bailouts and stimulus packages. I can only wonder when the citizens, so burdened by debt, will stand up and scream out their rage. Herein lies the apex to the crisis, will the collective conscious of the masses demand help from an all powerful government or will they demand freedom from the tyranny.

I don?t know what the answer will be, for I am the mirrorman, I can tell what one man will do when I look in his eyes, but I cannot read the whole.

I will abide my time, and watch. I will make notes. Eventually I will connect the dots.

Perhaps I have already been brought into the fight. Perhaps.