This is all the Insanity that has Escaped The Confines of My Cranium. Includes (but not limited to) Fiction, Non Fiction, Personal Shit, Short Stories, Poems, Pictorials (for Now), Ongoing Stories, Sociology, History, Cannibalism, Song Lyrics, and More.
The intoxicated twosome reached the Deli Door and Dizzy opted to be the One who went in to get the Change They needed for the upcoming Bus Venture. A Couple of Minutes Later Dizzy emerged from the Deli with a Pocket full of Silver and two 40 Ounces of Natty Ice.
“What the fuck are the 40s for?!” asked Lee some what baffled by the Alcohol He had already ingested thus far.
“There for US to Drink on the Bus because fucking trust Me You DO NOT want to be fucking Sober when Your on the Bus,” responded Dizzy matter of factly much like a Museum Tour Guide, “The shit Your about to See, Smell and Touch is much more bearable if You have Beer to back You Up.”
The Two continued words the Bus Stop in Silence as Lee wondered if the Public Transportation System seriously suck as Bad as Dizzy claimed it was?! Slowly Lee’s mind began to Spiral Out of Control with Increasingly Horrible Mental Images of the Possible Horrors that awaited Him on the Dastardly Bus. Paranoia began to set in Dominating Lee’s Emotions as Lee strained to keep Himself from having a fucking Full Blown Panic Attack. The Growing feeling of Dread started welling up inside of Lee as He suddenly found Himself beginning to Question Everything He had done that Day. The Rapid Secession of Thoughts which only lead Lee to feel even more Completely Overwhelmed.
Why did He walk into that fucking Theater only to Witness the World’s most Perturbing Performance Art Ever created? Why did He talk to Dizzy in the First Place None the Less decide to Hang Out with Him?! Lee felt trapped as if He had been backed into a corner with No Way to Escape. Life was fucking with Lee he thought to Himself and fucking with Him Hard. This Train of Toxic Thought was Aiding in Lee’s attempt to subdue His Acute Anxiety. Lee desperate but Determined blocked everything out and focused solely on His Breathing. As The Two approached the Bus Stop Lee was still fighting to Maintain to a Good Degree.
They sat down side by side on the Small incredibly uncomfortable Plastic Bench that had these pathetic Alleged Arm Rests that were there to Provide a sort of ‘Personal Space” Barrier between Strangers waiting for the Bus. In Reality The “Arm Rest/ Dividers” were a recent addition by the Department of Transportation simply so Homeless People Couldn’t/Wouldn’t Sleep on them as The General Public found such behavior Distasteful. Thats Humanity for You it occurred to Lee instead of Helping the Homeless Society decides to go with the Basic “Out f Sight, Out of Mind” Principle, and thus Persecute the Homeless in Lou of Help. God People are Shitty.
“Your gonna want to get about a Third of that Beer in You before We board the Bus,” said Dizzy staring vacantly into Space, “That way You can Fortify Your Buzz in Preparation for the World of Shit that is the Bus. Seriously it’s its Own fucked up Self Contained Ecosystem and shit. There People Riding on the Bus that I swear to God You’ll NEVER see fucking Elsewhere. They’re the Galapagos Tortoises of the Human fucking Race.”
It was Just Then that Lee looked up from His Beer to See the Bus pulling Up to Their Stop.
Stay Tuned for the Next Physics Defying Installment of………
LEE JONHITIS: PROFESSIONAL PEOPLE WATCHER (55/365)
Rock pulled into His Classic 1976 Cadillac into a Parking Spot directly in front of His Favorite Drinking Hole Old McCoy’s Pub. As He Parked Rock couldn’t for the Life of Himself shake Himself free from the Haunting Images He had witnessed just moments ago. The Mental Image of Ivy Savage going to Town on Her then Boy Friend Justin Sane’s Man Meat like a Starving Hobo chowing Down on a Hoagie. The Chunks of Bloody Genital Flesh flying through the Air as Blood Coated the Entire Room as Justin Screamed like a Banshee that had been Kicked in the Balls.
Well Rock thought to Himself as He exited His Caddie the Ivy Case was a complete Financial Loss because Not only did the Job last a Whopping 3 Hours, But His Client Ivy was clearly Mentally Deranged. Lunatics Don’t have any Money to Speak of so Rock’s Pay Day was a Big Bust. Goddamnit Rock that as He was already living in His Office Sleeping on an Old Military Cot He kept folded up in the Closet during Business Hours. Rock had to make some Quick Cash before He Ended up Homeless and living in a Refrigerator Box in some Dank Back Alley.
Rock entered Old McCoy’s which was a Close Knit Blue Collar Neighborhood Bar where Everyone Body Knew Each other and Looked Out for One Another. Their surrounding Neighborhood was More like an Extended Family than a Neighborhood. Rock liked that because it kept out the Frat Boys, Annoyingly Vocal Sports Fans, and Sloppy Drunkards.
Rock sauntered up to the Seat at the Bar that was directly between The Small black and White TV and The Bar Tender so that way He could easily keep an Eye on Both. Today The Old McCoy was being Tended to by Manny McCoy the Great Grandson of the Original Founder and Owner of Mccoy’s His Grandfather Bartholomew K. McCoy. Manny’s Father Mick’s health had been Failing as of Recent had taken a Back Seat as far as the Bar was Concerned. Mick was a well respected and revered Member of the Community who had been Slinging Drinks since he was 16. Unfortunately Mick being the Tragic Hero that He was had been a Big Time Drinker and now His Liver was Paying the Price.
Manny was the Next Generation in the Family’s Bar Business, and was preparing for the Transition from Bar Tender to Bar Owner. Manny was a cheerful young Man in His Mid Twenties with a Long and Lanky Build with a Smile that Could cheer up even a Suicidally Drunk Sailor. Manny had practically grown up in Old McCoy’s as His Parents had brought Him to Work starting when Manny was 2 years Old. Manny tended to Dress like James Dean in Blue Jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Manny’s attire was a direct reflection of His laid back attitude towards Life’s Trial and Tribulations.
“Hey Rock what are You Having?” asked Manny in His usual up beat tone.
“It’s been one of those Day’s Manny just one of those Day’s where Life seems Hell Bent of Kicking You in the Ribs while You’re Down,” replied Rock sounding Beaten Down and Exhausted, “What do You recommend for a Day like This?”
“Hmm Well I think if I had to Match the Drink to the Day, and that Day is Today I’d say O’Vladdy’s Vodka the Finest Irish Vodka in the Entire World I assure You.” answered Manny earnestly not making light of the Question.
“Alright then Let Me get 4 fingers of O’Vladdy straight.” said Rock unenthusiastically as He opened His Vintage 1920’s Cigarette (or Coffin Nails as Rock preferred to refer to them as) case, removed one of the Camel Unfiltered Cigarettes that where lined up like Soldiers at Attention. Rock ran the Cigarette under His nose Inhaling Deeply. Rock thoroughly enjoyed the Sweet Smell of the Tobacco Savoring it before Finally Lighting it. Rock took a long slow drag of His cigarette before Exhaling a billowing Cloud Of Smoke with a prolonged exasperated sigh. Manny brought Rock his Drink leaving the Bottle sitting on the Bar next to Rock’s Cigarette case.
After a while of sitting in Silence drinking and thinking a Tall Lean Man who appeared to be somewhere near 60 entered the Bar. He was extremely well dressed in an expensive designer 3 piece grey pin stripped Suit, a full length dark blue trench coat, and a Grey Fedora giving Him a Very European vibe. The Man’s hair was as White as a Polar Bears Fur, and the deep Lines in His face Didn’t make Him look Old, but Rather Distinguished instead. He stood just inside of the Door motionless for a minute before approaching the Bar. Once the Man reached the Bar He flagged down Manny immediately.
“I’m here to see if a Mr. Rock Hard is currently here in Your Drinking Establishment.” inquired the Man in a Low and controlled tone.
Manny shot Rock a quick glance on the Sly before he answered the Man’s question to see if Rock gave a Nod of Consent which He did. “Yeah He’s Here,” replied Manny gesturing towards Rock, “I’d be careful though He’s not in the Mood to be Trifled with.”
The Man approached Rock walking stiffly and with Purpose utterly oblivious as to the Rest of the Bar. He stood next to Rock without saying a word, pulled out a Bar Stool, and Sat Down looking Stoically Profound. The Man moved the bowl of Peanuts resting on the Bar in front of Him out of His way before placing His elbows on the Bar with His Fingers locked together. It was only then that the Man spoke.
“You are indeed Rock Hard,” questioned the Man in a Auoritative tone of voice,”You’re not an Easy Man to Find, but I assume thats because You want it that way.”
“I don’t have time for bullshit so let’s skip the pleasantries and get to the Point.” gripped Rock without looking at the Man seated beside him.
“Direct and to the Point I can appreciate that,” stated the Man in return, “I have been actively searching for a Unconventional Detective to help Me resolve a particular Problem,” said the Man cryptically not batting an eyelash.
“Alright what the fuck did I just say? Cut the Crap and get on with it already so I can go back to Drinking Myself into a Stupor,” snapped Rock agitatedly as He poured Himself another 4 Fingers of O’Vladdy, “What prey tell is Your problem just tell Me so We can end this conversation quickly.”
“Right so be it. My Name is Otto Van de Berg, and I’m an International Venture Capitalist of Moderate Fame and Vast Fortune,” said the Man as He waved Rock’s cigarette smoke out of His face,”I recently entered into a joint venture with a Man named Cyrus Bogdan who I had know for quite some time. We started the Investment Banking Firm Berg&Bogdan.”
“Doesn’t sound like must of a goddamn problem to Me.” said Rock rudely interrupting the Man as His Impatience was growing in Leaps and Bounds.
“AS I was Saying,” Otto retorted snidely, “Our Business was a Bonified Success and We were expanding the Business at an Incredible Rate. The problem arose when I returned from My Vacation in Malaysia you see. Upon My return I was informed Cyrus in fact Bankrupted the Company in a Fly By Night scenario. He emptied all 5 of the Firm’s Bank Account to the Tune of $76 Million, Drained the Employee Retirement Fund stealing $7.6 Million, and had proceeded to Robbed Our Top Their Clients for $176 Million. Thats aGrand Total of $259.6 Million which as I said Utterly Bankrupted the Firm not to mention landing Me in a great deal of Legal Trouble due to Cyrus’s Indiscretions.”
“I’m not going to Pull Your leg here Otto Old Boy a Man with $260 million in His Pocket has virtually No Chance in Ever being Found more or less be held accountable for Their Crimes,” said Rock in all sincerity not wanting to waste anymore of His Drinking time “So the Bottom line here is this Otto what the fuck do You want? You want Me to tracked this scumbag Cyrus down and bring Him back for Legal Prosecution because it sounds like He can Afford the Sleaziest Criminal Defense Attorneys there are. Also if your trying to Recoup Your cash good fucking luck as it’s more than likely already been spent, and a Convict making $.76 cents a Day making License Plates is paying Anyone Back worth a Damn. So I ask You Otto what the fuck do You Need Me For?!”
“In a Word,” said Otto in a Malevolent Whisper, “Revenge.”
Stay Tuned for the Next Installment of The Deviant Detective #6: The Plot Thickens COMING SOON.
This is The Story of One of the Most Infamously Notorious Video Games to Ever Hit the Internet Sad Satan. It all started on June 25, 2015 when a Guy named Jamie posted His Sad Satan Game Play Video(s) on His YouTube Channel Obscure Horror Corner. Jamie posted a Total of 5 Game Play Videos of Him Playing Sad Satan from Beginning to End (which are Showcased Later on in this Post) Sparking an Internet Sensation.
Sad Satan Spread Across the Internet almost Immediately like an Out of Control Wildfire to Say the Least. Users around the World Scrambled Franticly to Download a Copy of the Controversial Sad Satan for Themselves. It took Next to No Time for the Internet to get Worked Up into Frenzy as The Rumors, Warnings, Conspiracy Theories, and User Investigations Pertaining to Sad Satan to become Plastered Across the Internet and Social Media.
This Resulted in 99% of the Users familiar with the Game on Any and Every Level to All Say the Same Thing: DO NOT ACTIVELY SEARCH FOR THIS GAME AS IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC IMAGERY AND IS REPORTED TO HAVE VIRUSES/MALWARE EMBEDDED IN IT. And for that Reason there are Several Pixelated Pictures in Jamie’s Sad Satan Game Play Videos, But You Can’t Blame Him for Not wanting to Traumatize/Offend Any of His Subscribers or Violate Youtube’s Terms of Service resulting in Youtube Shutting Down His Channel.
When Jamie was asked Where He Acquired the Disturbingly Demented Game in the First place Jamie said a Link to “Let’s Play” of the Game was E-mailed to Him by one of His Subscribers (Who wished to Remain Anonymous). The Anonymous User claimed He Discovered/Found the Game on The Dark Web. Now I must pause for a moment to Address the Fact People use the Terms Deep Web and Dark Web as if they are Interchangeable which They are Not. They aren’t interchangeable because They AREN’T the same fucking Thing They are Two Separate Entities. Bottomline There is a Deep web AND a Dark Web and with that I Digress.
To Navigate through Social Insanity Surrounding Sad Satan I’m going Split THE FACTS and THE FICTION into Two Separate Categories. So where shall We start?! Just kidding We’ll start with the Rumors/Conspiracy Theories since let’s face it Sensationalism Sells.
The First Rumor I will address is the Most Prominent Question about The Game Sad Satan being WHO created such a Sinister Game?! Here at the Following Theories: Sad Satan was created By a Real Life SERIAL KILLER, It was Invented by a SATANIC CULT as a Recruiting Tool, It’s Cursed and Can/Will KILL Those Who Dare Play It. Then there Theories that Sad Satan was Created by a Victim of Child Abuse or an Actual Pedophile. Other Theories are Sad Satan was created as a way to Conceal/Sell/Trade in Child Porn, is a Commentary on Child/Sexual Abuse, a MURDER CULT created it for some Unknown reason.
Even More Theories include its used by The Authorities (example NSA) to Catch PEDOPHILES, Would be KILLERS, DANGEROUS CRIMINALS, and DEADLY CULT MEMBERS as well as Other Criminals as Well. Also Some People Think Sad Satan was created as some Bizarre PSYCHOLOGICAL TEST or Evaluation Tool or perhaps a EXTREME Therapy/Treatment.
Lastly there Theories that Sad Satan is a TOP SECRET EXPERIMENT or that It was created by The Government as a MIND CONTROL Tactic. Some Schools of Thought believe Sad Satan is a Military Desensitizing Program to Prepare Soldiers for the BRUTAL HORRORS OF WAR. Lastly it was Rumored that Sad Satan is Infected with a Advanced BOT NET VIRUS that can circumnavigate around Virus Scanners and Even Virtual Machines.
Now this is where it truly is hard to Separate Fact from Fiction when it comes to the Allegation (True or Otherwise) that Sad Satan would Utterly Destroy Your Computer with a Myriad of Malicious Programs. You see Jamie wasn’t Naive, Ignorant or a Noobie and He Obviously tested Sad Satan checking it for Viruses, Spyware, Malware Etc. and Didn’t find Any. Also I Never found ANYONE with Anything close to Definitive Proof that Sad Satan was riddled with Embedded Viruses and So On. It’s easy to see though how this Rumor came to be. Everyone knows that there is a Threat of Viruses and the Like and that all new shit should be Scanned to make sure its Safe to Download/Play, AND the Fact that Sad Satan Originated on the DARK WED only perpetuated the Theory that Sad Satan was as Infected as a Two Dollar Crack Whore.
It is just a tad Ironic that Players began to Report Physical Effects Themselves while or From Playing Sad Satan. The Alleged Effects Suffered by Players include but are Not Limited to: Ocular Distress (mainly Prolonged Period of Blurry Vision or Acute Pain), Nausea, Vomiting, Seizures, Dizziness, Migraine Headaches, Panic Attacks, High Levels of Anxiety, Insomnia, Nightmares, Night Terrors, Psychological Drama, PTSD, An Assortment Mental Health Issues (up to and including Insanity), Suicidal Thoughts, a General Feeling of Sickness that is Often Attributed to the Music played/used in the Game.
I also found a Few Miscellaneous Rumors to Boot. One is the Pictures of People that Pop Up randomly as You Play are ALLEGEDLY all Know PEDOPHILES, but there isn’t a Single Shred of Evidence to support this more outlandish Rumor. Also one of the more Popular Rumors is that if You Play or Own a Downloaded Copy of Sad Satan You run the Real Risk of Being Arrested. THIS IS UTTERLY FALSE You can Not get in Trouble for Being Curious enough to Download/Play Sad Satan though it is said the Authorities are in fact aware of the Game, and if that is True then They don’t seem to Care about Apprehending Anyone over it.
Now for here are THE FACTS Pertaining to the Game Sad Satan. By now most of You are probably wondering Why there so Many Rumors about Pedophiles and Child Porn (CP) and there are Two good reasons for this I will explain Now. As I mentioned there are a Bunch of Pictures that Pop Up Randomly while You play Sad Satan. Unfortunately One of those Pictures is an Actual a Picture of Child Porn. This Fact combined with that toward the End of Sad Satan a Lowed and Distorted Version of The band The Door’s classic “Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar)” plays Eerily. Now its not the Song itself that adds to the Sleazy Creepiness of Sad Satan it’s the Fact the Only Lyrics from the Song are as Follows:
“Oh Show Us the Way to the Next Little Girl
Oh Don’t Ask Why
For We Must Find the Next Little Girl
Or if We DOn’t find the Next Little Girl
I tell You We Must Die
I tell You We Must Die
I tell You
I Tell You
I Tell You We must Die…”
Other Picture found in Sad Satan include (but Not Limited To) a Picture of Lady Justice, a Game Over Screen Shot, You Won Screen Shot, Four Pictures of Random People (the Alleged Pedophiles), The Child Porn Picture, and at Least Four Gore Pictures. The Gore Pictures are Four Real Life Pictures of DECAPITATIONS or SEVERED LIMBS as well as a Picture of Someone’s HEAD BEING CRUSHED under a Truck Tire. The Pictures are Disturbing Enough, BUT this is Sad Satan We’re talking about here so of course there’s a Twist when it comes to the Gore Pictures. The Twist is All The Gore Pictures are Not just REAL there of DEAD CHILDREN (Fueling the Pedophile/Child Porn Theories behind Sad Satan’s Creation and Purpose). It for This Reason the Game Play Videos included in this Post (and Elsewhere) have been Censored by Whoever dares to Post it again as to Not Violate Youtube or Anyone Else’s Terms of Service.
The Weird Music Playing at the Title Screen is a song called “I Love Beijing Tiananmen” by Kampflieder de that’s being Played in Reverse (Fueling the Satanic Theories). The Audio heard in the Hallways of Sad Satan are a Rhapsody of Radio Station Call Numbers that are again being Played Backwards. The Screams (Allegedly The Actual Audio of Victims of Violent Crime such as Rape) haven’t ever been Proven to Be Real or Fake for that Matter so It’s one of Those Decide for Yourself Scenarios.
The Version of Sad Satan that Everyone in the Know is in Fact a CLONE of Sad Satan simply referred to as The Sad Satan Clone. The Clone of Sad Satan is almost the same as the Original but with Subtle Differences. The Reason for this is NO ONE accept Jamie of Obscure Horror Corner has EVER Possessed a Copy of THE ORIGINAL Sad Satan. People have searched the Net far and Wide (Including the Dark Web) trying to Locate the Original Version of Sad Satan, But to No Avail. There is Believe it or Not a CLEAN VERSION of Sad Satan thanks to a Reddit User who edited Out the Offensive Pictures and replaced them with more “Acceptable” Pictures.
Now the Questions about the Possible Creator of Sad Satan that Aren’t Complete Speculation and Conjecture are the Following. Did Jamie of Obscure Horror Corner invent the Game? Jamie has been asked countless times by countless People if He was indeed the Creator of Sad Satan which He has ALWAYS DENIED. As for the People who Questioned Jamie They all seem to come to the Same Conclusion which is Jamie is telling the Truth and had Nothing to Do with the Games Creation. People have also wondered if Jamie was in fact the Anonymous Subscriber who He claimed E-mailed Him the Link to Sad Satan, and again there is No Proof to Back this Theory.
That does raise the Question in Some People’s Minds which is Could Jamie and The Anonymous Subscriber be in Cahoots, and are actually working Together. No Proof of this has ever been Discovered. Lastly there Those Who adhere to the School of Thought that the Anonymous Subscriber was the one who Created Sad Satan and e-mailed the Link to Jamie in an attempt to Promote the Game and to Build a Buzz around it. The only Problem with this particular Theory is IF The Anonymous Subscriber did indeed Create Sad Satan and Sought to Promote it then WHY REMAIN ANONYMOUS? No One can give You credit if They have No fucking Clue Who You Are.
Well Thats Everything I uncovered about the Dark Web Video Game Sad Satan at Now for Least. Below You will find ALL 5 of Jamie’s Sad Satan Game Play Videos. Please Enjoy.
Hope You Enjoyed The Trip Down The Sad Satan Rabbit Hole as Much as We Did.
I was sitting at a Jiffy Lube recently and as I sat in the waiting room while The Mechanic tended to My Oil Change I hit up Twitter to Kill some Time. Now I Hate to Admit it, BUT I will be taking a Self Imposed Break from Social Media. It’s because of all the Sick, Revolting, and Criminal shit going on in Washington DC that is Eroding My Insanity with Over Whelming Rage. After only a Few Minutes I had become so Absolutely ENRAGED to the Point of Aneurysm so I had Exit Twitter Immediately.
The Problem was even after putting My Phone away I still Couldn’t Calm the fuck Down worth a Damn. All I could Think about all the Asshole Politicians are ACTIVELY DESTROYING OUR COUNTRY and KILLING THE PLANET SIMULTANEOUSLY on a fucking DAILY BASIS. I knew I had to think of Some Way to Funnel or Channel My Rage that would be Productive. By Productive that I mean I wouldn’t End up doing something Seriously fucking Stupid. Sine I have Trouble with Impulse Control and that combined with Being an Emotionally Driven Person and Artist it can get You into a Shit Ton of Hot fucking Water. I can personally Testify to That believe You Me.
Thats when I Realized that Diverting My Insane Anger into the Realm of My Creativity would be the Perfect Way to Deescalate My Growing Political Angst. I then Devised a Game of Sorts (Inspired by the French Revolution and Medieval Torture Devices/Methods) in which I matched Certain Politicians as well as Some Political Figures with What I would Deem the Appropriate Death Penalty for Their Various and Extensive Crimes Against America, It’s Citizens, The People of the World, and Humanity.
To Cover All Bases and My Ass: NEITHER I OR FYB CONDONE, PROMOTE OR ENCOURAGE, OR AGREE WITH ACTS OF VIOLENCE AGAINST ANYONE AT ANYTIME WHATSOEVER. A REAL PERSON USES THEIR WORDS TO WIN AS ANY ASSHOLE CAN THROW A PUNCH.
Now with that Said and Out of the Way Here is the “Death Penalty Punishment List” I came up with while waiting for My Car to be Done. Enjoy.
Mike Pence: The Iron Maiden because It looks like The Iron Maiden was personally made for Pence.
Susan Collins: Publicly Stoned To Death the Sniveling Self Serving Sack of Shit.
Jim Jordan: Impaled just The Way Vlad would have Wanted it Done.
Donald Trump: Publicly Hung, Drawn, and Quartered Since is a Long and Painfully Drawn Out Process just like His STOLEN so called “Presidency”.
Bill Barr: “Buckwheat” is a form of Execution where a Loaded Firearm usually a Revolver is inserted into the Guilty Party’s Rectum before the Trigger is Pulled. This results in a SLOW and AGONIZING Death as The Quilty Convulse, Bleed, and eventually with in 15-20 Minutes Dies.
Lindsey Graham: Publicly Whipped Until Death since Trump uses Him as a Spineless Groveling Whipping Boy it seems most fitting an End for Graham.
Matt Gaetz: The Rack. He loves running His Lie filled Mouth so lets see How He’d liks having His Limbs Dislocated and then Ripped from his Body.
Mitch McConnell: Sarvation since He likes being called “The Grim Reaper” He deserves a Prolonged and Miserable Death. This will give Him adequate time to Meet and Greet the Actual Angel of Death.
Don Jr: Skinned Alive since He is such a Sleazy and Slippery Shitbag.
Devin Nunez: Death By Sepsis. This requires Nunez to be Superficially Cut (think Paper Cut) up and down His body, and then He is Rolled in or Submerged in Human Shit. This will over a short period of time cause Sepsis due to the Toxic components of Shit seeping into the Body/Blood Stream via the Superficial Cuts.
Eric Trump: Should have His Shit Filled Skull crushed EXTREMELY Slowly in a Vice.
Melania: Burned at the Stake so as Not to Contaminate Anything or Anyone with Her Stripper turned Hooker Venlarial Diseases.
Betsy DeVos: Hanging, But Not the Traditional Hanging You’re Thinking Of. There is No Fall (example falling through trap door) to instantly kill the Guilty by Breaking Their Neck. This Way The Guilty is Standing on the Ground, the Noise it secured around their neck, and then they are slowly hoisted up into the Air. This Secondary Method prolongs The Dying Process, and makes Hanging even more Unpleasant an affair.
Rudy Giuliani: The Real Chinese Water Torture (This is when the Guilty Party is forced to Drink Water until their stomach is pushed to its full Capacity.AT this point the Guilty is repeatedly kicked in the Stomach until it Explodes leading to Their Demise.
Brett Kavanaugh: Repeatedly and Relentlessly Raped to Death. Fuck Rapists Literally.
Mike Pompeo: Boiled Alive in Oil. Simple fill Vat with Oil, Place in Guilty Party, Heat Oil Slowly until Boiling, though Simmering is Probably Best.
Jim Bakker: Inverted Crucifixion. That Means Crucifying Him Upside Down so We can Send Him to Hell Faster.
Alex Jones: Eaten Alive by Rabid Hyenas. Considering Asshole Alex Jones bullshit so called Career with InfoWhores Hyenas seem the most Appropriate Animal(s).
John Bolton: Slowly Crushed by a Tank. Starting at His Feet and working its way up to His Head since Bolton is such an Adamant Warmongering Coward.
Kellyanne Conway: She should be Fed Feet First into a fucking Commercial Wood Chipper because the Fugly bitch looks like a Piece of Petrified Wood.
Paula White: Torn Apart By Horses. Thats to say Each one of Her Limbs should be tied to a Different Horse and then The Horses are sent in different directions until the Guilty is Actually Torn Limb from Limb.
Ivanka Trump: Force Fed Feces Since she’s so full of Shit let Her Choke on it.
Jared Kushner: Gas Chamber lets hear the Mute fuck Scream for Mercy.
After an intense Moment of Eye Contact the Officer turned on His heel and headed back to His Patrol Car Leaving Lee and Dizzy standing in the Street like a bunch of assholes.
“FUCK THE POLICE!” yelled Dizzy Defiantly at the Police Officer Back still steaming about the Whole Situation.
“Fuck You Too.” answered the Police Officer over His shoulder not breaking stride before getting in His Patrol Car, and Speed Off Annoyed that He had to deal with Two Drunken Idiots when there was Real Crime out there He could have been Fighting.
“So now what the fuck are We gonna do?!” asked Lee bewildered by what had just happened and still quite Drunk. Lee started to riffle through His pockets searching for spare change for the Bus. There was absolutely No Way in Hell He was ever setting a single fucking foot in Dizzy’s Apartment ever again. Lee looked up briefly to see what the fuck Dizzy was doing since He had momentarily forgotten about Him. Dizzy was standing with a dumbfounded expression plastered across his face like a Drunken Mental Patient swaying ever so slightly as He Peered off blankly into the Distance.
“You got any Change for the Bus?” Lee wondered aloud as He continued to Pilfer His Pockets for literally all they were worth.
“Are You talking t Yourself or Me?!” Dizzy inquired as He slowly transitioned from wherever the fuck He was at in His Head back to Reality, and thought standing in the Street made Him look like some sort of an asshole.
“You I’m obviously talking to You I mean I know what the fuck I’m doing! I’m checking to see if I have change. So It’s You I’m wondering about.” quipped Lee snidely as He was less than Happy at How things had Turned Out.
“It’s not so fucking Obvious though is It really I had Not a fucking Clue who You were addressing, and that’s why I had to fucking ask.” replied Dizzy in an equally snarky tone as He too was Thrilled about Recent Events either.
“I don’t have any change But I found a couple of Dollar Bills and We can get Change from the Corner Deli on the Way to the Bus Stop so that’ll work, Talk about convenient right?” said Lee in a more Up Beat Tone as He realized there was No Point in Wasting the Rest of the Day over some Stupid shit.
Lee started off toward the Corner Deli down the Block with Dizzy following in Tow. As They walked Lee was Mentally going over a Fictional Best Guess Copy of the Crystal Diner’s possible Menu because He was He felt on the Brink of Starvation His Hunger Fueled by His Alcohol Intake. Dizzy on the Other hand Decided this was an opportune time to Voice His rather Dismal Opinion of Public Transportation mainly Buses.
“Do You have any Idea how fucking much the Bus Sucks because if You’ve never been on a goddamn Bus before it’s a Big Old Bitch I’ll tell You That right Here Right Now,” griped Dizzy as He began to rev up into His Next Opinion Laden Rant, “First off Buses are Big Mobile Petrie Dish of Every fucking Bacteria, Virus, Internal Parasite, and Illness or Disease under the fucking Sun. You ever have Giardia because You will You ride the fucking Bus. One 10 minute run down the Road and that Evening You’ll be Shitting Your fucking Brains Out Literally. You will actually shit out Your Brain, and Once Your Mind exits Your Body Via Your asshole there’s No Turning Back Your Proper Fucked plain and simple My Friend.”
“I think Your being really fucking Overdramatic it’s like Your the fucking Mass Transit Drama Queen for crying Out Loud. Could You be any More Over the Top fucking Seriously.” complained Lee as The Two neared the Deli.
“Well the fucking Sickness is only the TIP of the fucking Iceberg of Shit that is The Bus, and I’ve only begun to Speak My Mind Motherfucker so Deal with That.” announced Dizzy with a great deal of Gusto.
Stay Tuned for the Next Bowel Clenching Installment of………
Whoever MeatSleep is They Posted a Series of Videos that Begged the Viewers to Ask “Is This an Art Project of Some Kind OR are they Real Videos Shot by an Actual Serial Killer?!”. In MeatSleep’s Last Video Posted They Claim the Whole thing was Fake, a Hoax of Sorts Created to Deceive Viewers into Believing it’s Real. Well that’s fine, BUT WHY THEN did MeatSleep Immediately Delete EVERY SINGLE VIDEO of Their Previous Content?! Is there something in Those Noe Deleted Videos MeatSleep Didn’t Want You to See or Figure Out? Was There a Clue or a Key Piece of Evidence that needed to be Deleted before Detection? Did MeatSleep Delete Their Video’s because the Art Project was Done or Were They simply covering Their Tracks by Deleting the Video Evidence of Their Misdeeds?
In Lou of MeatSleep Deleting Their Content Does anything on the Internet Actually Ever Die, and the Answer is No. Some People had Downloaded and Reposted a Handful of MeatSleep’s Videos which We unceremoniously Stumbled Over. We were Hooked, SO We Continued to Hunt and Compile as Many MeatSleep Videos We possibly Could. Now that We have a Sizable Stockpile of MeatSleep Videos On Hand We came up With the Following Idea. We decided to Showcase MeatSleep’s Video’s Here in CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER FROM THE FIRST TO THE LAST, and You Can See What You Think For Yourself. Enjoy.
Here Are The First Set of MeatSleep’s Videos: 1-3
Hope You All Enjoyed The Serial Killer Insanity as Much as We Did.
To Understand The Following We have to Transport Ourselves to a Time before Smart Phones, Before the Cell Phones, and Before Even the Internet. This was the Time Decades ago Where the Phone Company Giants Totally Dominated Communication (Other than Phones there was only Snail Mail or Faxes) World as People Knew it. In this Time there were Only Two types of Phones Landlines for Your Home and Pay Phones if You were Out and About. While Pay Phones Turned a Pretty Penny in Profits The Phone Companies Real Cash Cow was Long Distance Phone Calls. The Phone Companies would Charge Callers like Pay Phones by Billing Them PER MINUTE for Long Distance Phone Calls, and of course the farther One called the More Expensive The Cost. Thats why when Cell Phones first Showed Up it was a Big Deal and a Real Bitch that People could Make FREE Long Distance Nights (Starting at 9 pm) and All Weekend.
Where Ever there are People in Power or a Dominate System of Communication there will be Those People Who will fuck with it Six Days a Week and Twice on Sunday. One of Those Most Influential (if Not the Number One) founder of The Phone Phreak Subculture Movement was Joe Engressia from Richmond, Virginia. Joe was Born Blind and from the Time He was a Small Child had a growing Fascination with the Phone System and More Over Manipulate it. As a Child Joe was in the Habit of Calling what was Referred to as Recording Phones Calls.
I will pause here a minute to explain to Our Reader’s Who may Be Unaware of what the Hell a Recording Call was. It was a simplistic money making scam where Someone would/could set up a Pre Recorded Story, Horoscope, Song Etc. and Then People were able to Call a Specific Phone Number to Listen to Whatever the fuck the Recording was for a Fee that is. Sometimes it was a Flat one time per Call Charge or it might charge People by The Minute as well.
Now back to Our Story. Joe had a habit of Whistling to Himself while He listened to said Recordings. One Day when Joe (Who was also Born with Perfect Pitch) was Eight He realized that when He hit a Certain Pitch when He was Whistling the Recordings would Automatically Shut Off. Joe’s fascination in the Phone System started to turn into a Life Long Obsession. The Tone Joe was able to Identify as well as Mimic was 2600Hz which turned out to be the Key in Control. Using the 2600Hz Tone People were then able to TRICK the Phone System into Thinking They were an Actual Operator. Once the Phone System duped into thinking the Caller was an Operator They could make FREE Long Distance Calls, Open Conference Calls, and Route Calls to Specific Parts of the World for Example.
This Obviously pissed Off the Phone Companies to No End as Phone Phreaks were cutting into Their Bottom Line. Joe was Arrested while attending the Collage of Florida because He was Providing His Fellow Students access Free Long Distance by Joe mimicking The 2600 Hz Tone. A Local Paper caught wind of the Story and shortly After it was Published suddenly Other People Who also had learned Ways to Manipulate the Phone System started to contact Joe. Phone Phreaks like the Hackers of Today Use Monikers to Identify Themselves to Protect Their Anonymity since Phone Phreaking like Hacking was Illegal. Some of Those People who were The Top Phone Phreaks of the Time were Captain Crunch, Even Door Bell, Mike From New York, and Joe had adopted the Moniker Joy Bubbles.
At this Point Joe started to Meticulous Notes Chronicling EVERYTHING Phreak Related that He knew or Learned becoming the a Communication Hub for Other Phone Phreaks. Unfortunately this also led to Joe being Arrested for a Second Time when a Undercover Agent TRICKED Joe into talking about His Phone Phreaking Activities. The Agent then Use the Information He had collected to acquire a Search Warrant for Joe’s House. During the Police Raid They found Equipment used for Accessing, Manipulating, and Transversing through the Complex World of The Telephone System. Joe was sentence to 30 Days in Jail and had to Promise to Quit Phone Phreaking Once and For All. In May 1988 Joe Legally changed His Name to JoyBubbles and Claimed to be Eternally Five Years Old. He explained that He had Reverted Back to Childhood to Over come Trauma from sexual abuse He suffered in His Younger Years. Nowadays JoyBubbles continues to live as a Small Child and even has a Show called “Stories and Stuff” which People can Listen to by Calling/Dialing 206-FEELINGS.
As Time went by and the Phone System started to Evolve They Inadvertently Ended up Accomplishing Their Goal of Killing Phone Phreaking for Good. Once the Phone Systems Upgraded and Converted to a Digital System the Phone System could No Longer be manipulated by Using Tones. Ironically and perhaps pPredictably many Phone Phreaks Transitioned from Phone Phreaking into Hacking.
Happy New Year to All Our Readers Past, Present, and Future because let’s face it 2019 was kind of a Shit Year. The Fact is Teens Suck They’re Deliberately Dicks Plain and Simple. So fuck 2019 when I was 19 I was an Asshole Point Being 2019 was an Asshole of a Year.
2019 being a Properly Fucked Year theres Literally No Where to Go but Up From Here Friends. Keep Hope Alive for 2020 Friends Don’t Let the Shit Drag You Down, and Beware of The Slippery Slope. 2019 is fucking History it’s been Exiled to the Past. Presently We are the Verge of The New Day of a New Year providing Us with Endless Possibilities. Let The Past Be The Past for this is Our chance to Enhance Our Future Friends. Embrace The Chance.
The Meanings Behind Human Sayings/Slang are a Matter of Linguistic Logic of Sorts. There some Sayings Listed here that You more than likely are Familiar with along with Ones You’ve Never Heard Before, and Ones that just Make You Wonder “What The Fuck?!” Enjoy.
At the Eleventh Hour: Without a Moment to Spare; At The Latest Possible Time; Just Under the Wire
Strike While The Iron is Hot: To Act at the Most opportune Time; To Seize the Most Favorable Opportunity.
Down in The Dumps: Feeling Blue or Down; Dejected; Depressed.
A Bone To Pick: A Difficulty or Problem that needs Solving; a Complaint or Grievance; Dispute; Misunderstanding.
Skeleton At The Feast: An Element of Gloom or Depression; An Omen of Misfortune; A Reminder of Possible Danger While Having Fun.
Ones’ Cake is Dough: Things Don’t Go As One Planned; One is Disappointed.
To Chew The Fat: To Debate or Dispute, Idle Talk, Vain Argument, or Just Plain Gossip.
To Cash In One’s Hand: To Die
White Collar Worker: One Who Preforms NON Manual Labor; A Professional Person; An Office Worker Rather Than a Construction Worker.
Make No Bones About It: To Speak Frankly; To Talk Shooting From The Hip; Having No Scruples; Make No Mistake; Telling It As It Is; To Speak Directly and Honestly
Check By Jowl: Simple Means “Cheek By Cheek”
To Lead By The Nose: To Dominate; To Have Control Over; To Hold Under Submission.
Dark and Bloody Ground: A Title Sometimes Given To The State of Kentucky due to the Numerous Raids by Native American’s on White Settlers in the Days Before Colonization.
To Keep Ones Eyes Skinned/Peeled: To Be Extremely Observant or Alert; Keeping a Sharp Lookout.
To Go To The Dickens: Polite and Emphatic way of Saying “GO TO HELL”.
To Bite Off More Than One Can Chew: To Attempt more than oNe can Accomplish; To Try to do More Than One has Time or Ability For; A Very Human Failing being one that is often Praiseworthy, but can Be Exasperating.
Even Steven: Without an Advantage (Example- To Swap Knifes “Even Steven”)
Lame Duck: Popular Slang (to this day) for Anything be it a Person or Thing that isn’t Worth Anything; Washed Up; Played Out; Has Been.
A Stiff Upper Lip: To Have Courage or Stoicism.
To Go Hog Wild: To Become Extremely Enthusiastic; To Become Wildly Excited; To Spend One’s Money like a Drunken Sailor.
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie: To Let a Matter or Person which is presently at Rest to Stay at Rest (or Asleep) rather than to Create a Disturbance.
To Tilt at Windmills: To Wage a Battle or Take Arms Up Against an Imaginary Enemy or Evil.
Playing With Loaded Dice: Having Little Chance; Gambling or Engaging in any Undertaking in which the Odds are Rigged Against One.
To Have Many Irons In The Fire: To Undertake Many Different Tasks or Activities at One Time. (What would be Referred to as Multitasking Today)
To Kick Against The Pricks: To Try In Vain; To be Reluctant; To Bang One’s Head against the Wall; To Suffer from One’s Own Misdeeds; To Cut off One’s Nose to Spite Their Face.
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