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Friday, July 19, 2013

YAWN

It's not a phrase.
It's not quotable.
It's a FUCKING ACTION.

Literally meaning a lack of.. action.

You are boring me, little droog.
Boring me.
But, I've heard that only the boring get bored, so this does not apply.
At least to me and mine, anyways.
We are always up to NO GOOD.

Let's get something straight you chubby troll (notice I didn't say little? you are nowhere near that! and to define this particular use of 'troll', it is the ugly creature that likes to eat goats whom lives under a bridge), I don't like you.
I don't like any humans, least of all obese degenerates like yourself.
You have one accomplishment in my eye (it's STILL OUT) and that's gaining my ire.
I am not jealous of you, I don't envy you, I just don't like you.
Take the human descriptor out and I still don't like you.
A manatee doesn't have any uses except to lounge there and be fat.
You are a waste.
You are utilizing valuable oxygen (that could be put to MUCH BETTER uses) and getting fatter. That's a tax we are no longer willing to pay. Your right to life has been revoked. It's time to abort you.

I said it (RE: lawyers).

In the coming months, you will begin to see a change in this page.
Not a revision or destruction of contact and information, what is is.
A more straightforward approach really, a direct attack from the front.

I have accumulated files upon files of information about you and yours' illicit activity and it's due for exposure.
Just to name a few of those soon to be DOXXED (I said the SECRET WORD! AAAAAGGGHHH!)?
I could play dumb, we all know how EASY that is for me, but I will oblige this one thing and move on.

We'll see how long it will take you to recover once the BOMBS START DROPPING.

My initial difficulty is disseminating the teams from the individuals. All of The Initiative are not at fault, but Jack Cero has cross hairs painted on his ass. RCSM isn't at fault, but Jesus Jones is a walking accident. Skiffytown, Black Monday Society, and more.. yet their individual members have so much dirt they could fill the Grand Canyon to its brim.
There's more to that, but not for now.

Then there is 'villainy'.
Groups is somewhat of a misnomer for 'villainy'. They have little to no cohesion to begin with, the individuals only looking out for themselves, there is little need for structure and even less want it.
But I will divulge the grim reality of R.O.A.C.H., the Roaming Eye, the Legion of Doom, and more.

It's all coming out, because you can consider this THE WASH.

Starting very soon, Agent Wraith will bring you the juiciest and dirtiest secrets of this so called community, he will shed light on the seedier aspects they DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW.

It's all coming to a head and the fingers of PUBLIC CONSUMPTION are pressing down.
In a few short months, the gooey abscess will rupture.

Good news?
Once it has been lanced and drained, the healing can begin.

-aw

p.s. Coming soon to a blogtalk radio show near you, The Exposé.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

June 9, 2012

Weak.
Weak, weak, weak.

The providence of heroes.

Blocked on Facebook?
HA!
Still working on blocking facebook, myself. If I could drag it into the street with a handful of rusty concertina wire and gasoline... oh, if only.

Ignored? HA HA!
You think this is about YOU?!?!?
You STILL think this is about YOU?

Actually, this is TOTALLY about YOU.
It always has been.
A post here, a post there, slipped right in and you didn't even notice.
Did you?
have you been paying attention?

Or are you still having those 'issues' with currency?
How about those 'issues' with literacy?

Get me a spell-check, stat! No? Ah well, these idiots won't give two shits!
POST.

Sad, sad, little heroes. While you prance around, 'helping people', I'm hard at work!
I toil. Just like every BIG BOY.
Hard work. A daily grind.
Days so tedious they bend steel to their will.

And what do I do in my 'off' time?

Everything.
And nothing.

At once, the entity and background are eliminated and not eliminated.
Existing, not existing.

Here and there and not there or here.

Look. OPEN YOUR EYES.
Learn to read (a redundant effort. if you can't read.. how can you read 'learn to read'? and yes, I feel I have to spell it out for you).

I do have to spell it out for you.

You are an idiot.

When next we meet, I will show you 'hell'.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Promises, promises

So after a little chat with a most FEARSOME helmeted tyrant, I have decided to give a little breakdown of certain things here at Los Sauces.
Yeah, Mr. Frodo is full of personality.

Anywho.

So, I figure, instead of everyone getting on the ride with no idea what to expect, I'll give a preliminary explanation (re: warning) as what's going to happen with The Harrowing.

Yes, it is a Role Playing term.

Yes, it essentially means the same thing.

Do you remember the 'roasts'?  Dean Martin?  Seriously, youngsters, it's called history.  It may not be a big part of it (re: Napoleon) and you young-folk may not care with your Tweeting and Poking..
Roasted.  Grilled.  Made fun of.

That's only the tip of the iceberg.
Not to toot my own horn (seriously, a villain with an EGO?!? unheard of), but we're going to take down the Titanic.  If you don't view my villainy as epic in scope as the Titanic sinking, that's ok.
I view it as such.
As every villain (or anyone) should view their work/persona.

Otherwise, what's the point.  A lame attempt at villainy with serious masochist overtones?
That.. has been done.

The Harrowing will be a play (of sorts) of my own psychosis/being.  A drama constructed by my mind to mentally and physically tear myself down.  I will survive or perish. Dark spectres of my past, forgotten loved ones, caricatures of present entities, and more, all designed to pull me down into Oblivion.

The most questioned question that should be asked?

Why?

Well, why not?

I've had 'evaluation'.  But, yours isn't the same as mine.  You must be busy with your own evil and can't be torn from it.  It's fine.  I'll 'screen' this wacky necromancer ghost from Jersey and see what 'floats'.  And this time, no punches pulled.  Maybe I'll be more forceful.  I'll be my own worst critic.



You have had your chances to get to know me.
I don't pretend to be the boogeyman, so it can't be that you're afraid.
Not of little ole' me.
There has been little response from your camp.
And I started to wonder why.

If you're not going to ask the tough questions..

I'll do it for you.

Agent Wraith
p.s.  Your silence can mean only one thing to me.
I'm right.

p.p.s.  I'm approachable.. aren't I?
agentwraith@gmail.com

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Greetings!


I am Agent Wraith.


While I am quite capable of facing the difficult tasks that lay ahead, there is a chance that you may not.


After all, you are probably a pathetic little meat sack human, frail and vulnerable, incapable of rational thought or even individual original thought.  Sure, you probably remember where you were on '9/11' and probably have it in your head exactly who it was responsible for it.
But you don't really know.
And your thoughts are possibly not entirely your own.


Humans.


With that out of the way, hoping to have incensed you enough to engage me, chew on this.
9/11 was perpetrated by....










What? Did you think I actually know?
Ha!
Truth is, no one really knows.
Oh, we have lots of 'theories', 'reports', 'facts' and 'lies'.
But, do we really know?
Nope.
Probably never will.
We could go over the 'evidence' or 'lack thereof' until we are all blue in the face, but it won't matter.
The tragedy has happened.
If you decide to call it a tragedy.
Depends on what side of the fence you sit, really.
I'm sure the terrorists who are supposedly responsible don't think, wait, dead.
Okay, the Terror Buddies™ (Now available @ Hot Topic!) probably don't think it was such a bad thing.
But, they also think blowing yourself up in the name of whatever is the easiest way into scores of virgin underwear.
(Note: The easiest way into scores of virgin underwear can be found @ ComicCon 2011)


I'm not bashing 9/11.
I'm also not trying to claim it didn't happen.
That's not for another hundred years or so, when the Islam Defense League criticizes the rogue country of Half-Assistan of perpetrating anti-Islamic sentiment and sues them in the High Court of (Benny) Hill.
Can you believe these humans?
Really? 9/11 didn't happen?
I guess next you're going to try (you know where I'm going already, don't you, you little bastard) tell me the Holocaust didn't happen either.
"..as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced."


I couldn't sit through Gigli either.
It also happened when 'Jersey Shore' entered another season.


Atrocities happen every day.
Terror.
Suffering.
Torture.
Death.
To ignore it, is to condone it.
Or at least give it nihilistic support.


Humans cause this bullshit.
Humans can stop it.


If they don't.. well, it only gets worse from here.


Look.
You may think I am a crack pot.
Or a cracked pot.
Or on crack and pot.
But really.. aw, who am i kidding?


I'm sick of this shite.


It's time to play the game.


I am Agent Wraith.
I'll say what I want, when I want, about what I want, about who I want, whenever and wherever I want.
If I choose to be silent.. it's because I choose it.


Unless you're the United States Federal Government.
Those bastards make people disappear faster than you can say:
Candle Ja