On The Air

I've been getting emails lately asking where I've been.
Well, I can't tell you everything.

There is, on occasion, a respite. A rest, a recharge, before an inevitable attack.
This, perhaps, is one of those occasions.

It didn't start out as such, no. I don't PLAN anything.

While I was.. away.. one of you decided to step across the invisible line.

The one that keeps you out of my crosshairs.
The line that divides those who know better and those who have a death wish.


I've had this discussion with a 'Villain' once.
About what happens when you deign to address my work,
what happens when you address my employees,
and what happens when you address my henchmen.

There is a difference. I'll explain, make it simple and straightforward enough for you to understand.

Say what you want about my 'work'. Either your opinion matters or it doesn't. You wait to see what happens, not the other way around.  I may listen, I may not.  In this choice, this FREEDOM of choice, freedom to do or not, adjust or ignore.. thanks for stopping!

Those I pay serve me. They are accustomed to your belittling.  They are prepared for it.
Most take the same approach as I do about my 'work'. Maybe they listen.
Maybe they don't.

As for my henchmen..

They don't get paid.

And you shouldn't, if you value your sanity, if you value your eyes, your tongue, your balls, and your life, you shouldn't EVER dare address them cross.  Don't chastise, scold, scoff, or even look in their general direction with an awkward eye.

They are not YOUR henchmen.  They are MINE.
They are mine.

I send them to the stocks.  I whip them.
I burn them.
They are mine to beat, punish, and/or kill.

Not you.





Who the FUCK do you THINK you ARE?

Me?

Hmm. That's an interesting concept.
In another dimension, perhaps.

Anyways, this 'Villain' didn't apologize, understandably so, but also understood the principle at hand.











-Agent Wraith
p.s. You have NO IDEA how close we are.