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Showing posts with label Mexico is a War Zone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mexico is a War Zone. Show all posts

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Playtime (and why it is over)

I have come before you (this is not the first time) and told you of the future.
You ignored my warnings.
You ignored (re: DENIED) my claims of genius.
I responded. You are aware of this.
I swooped low and put both fettered feet in the bile.
I was up to my decaying EYE in bull-tender.

It's time, droogs, to dispell some myth and 'magic'.

One, you are allowed the 1st no longer. Your G-D is dead. Your 'rights' are null and void.
You have had several opportunities to change your strategy with me.
And lo, have you fallen.
Your time apart was used wisely, I trust, to fortify your hold. While you tarried, seeds were planted and they took root (did I forget to mention my GREEN THUMB? I'm biting it, just so.. you know, you know).
You may now fear me.
You may now put a 'face' to the terror that keeps you up at night.

And know I KNOW.
KNOW IT.

All these dancing pieces of shit twiddling their little fuck-tard lives in my Facebook feed?
Nope.
Do I care about your DUMB SHIT?
Nope.
Can you stop me?
Nope.
D'aww, you havin' twouble weedin' da words?
CAN YOU READ NEANDERTHAL?
I got me a host of bodies. Willing and able to BEAT YOU.

And we will.
There will be a revision of a list.
Just one and then your destiny is written.

hate. i know hate.
i hate. i am hated.
i am hatred.
and for what i do next,
hate will be what consumes you.
but, i don't hate you little guy. What's to hate?
It's cute tho.
Oh so cute.

All this talk.
talk talk talk
It's getting old. So very, very old.
Just like you.
You know who's not old?

Me.
98, 81, 77, 69, 54, 49, 44, 39, 35, 33, 31, 29, 27-18, 16, 12, 9, 6, 1.
I will be as young as I like. Whatever necessitates your demise.
Yes, this means what you haven't comprehended yet.
I will be those close to you.
Your mother. Your father.
Allies, Contacts, Resources.
Ignore it again.

Comic Conventions, Fleamarkets, Car Shows, Yard Sales, Concerts, Bar Mitzvahs, Block Parties, Grand Openings, Press Conferences, Citizens in Distress, 'Super Heroes'...
Anyone, anywhere.



-Agent Wraith
(Verbose) Necromancer Extraordinaire


.- #youcaughtmemonologueing
.- #curseyou
.- #loaofevil

YOU?!? HA HA HA HA HA!
YOU THINK I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU?!??!
HA HA HA HA HA!*

That FAT CHRISTMAS FUCK.

I'm going after Christmas.
And I'm plotting (always plotting) it now.
Putting the band back together...

*Literally, I couldn't type it any LOUDER
Originally posted: 5 /13/ 12
UPDATE: Monday 21, 2012, Rex Velvet posts photo. I see your time travel, sir.
I have chronophobia. VILLAINS DON'T MAKE PLANS!




Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Statement of Intent

We have to be very careful these days.
Air Marshals abound.

It only takes an utterance, even wildly impossible verbage, and you resolve yourself to lengthy court battles arguing about your insanely expensive sports car rental and why you were dressed as a comic book character to an elderly man in a dark cloak.
Not a bad way to introduce Real Life Super Hero, The Living Room Edition.
A game that is fun for THE WHOLE FAMILY!

It tests your knowledge of local laws in PULL OVER, GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!
It pits your wit against dim-witted interns in the exciting Slow News Day feature!
It challenges your resolve as your SUPERHERO trudges through recent upheavals in social media!
MEDIA BLITZ!
Doc Drop!

Choose between several SUPERHERO archetypes!

...

You will see many things.
90 % of what I say, is TRUE.
15% is bold face lying.
3% is pure fabrication.
And 8.4192½ % is FACT.
100% of the time, I'm DEAD serious.

Facebook, meh. Necessary evil?
There's a chance dust collects.

...

It stands to posit, this is it.
-Agent Wraith

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Zetas Face Death In Mexico

You do not want to fuck with the drug cartels down here.
For reals.

Unless you can eat 7.62 and piss concertina wire, you're best bet is to keep your damn mouth shut, keep your eyes to the ground, and (preferably) both feet on the gas.
Gangs' favored method of communication to the police (and other gangs) is to leave messages.
On dead bodies.
Dropped at security agencies.

The Zetas and Knights Templar are kickin up some serious dust, but there are lesser know who are scrambling for power and money that comes with it.  Gulf cartels, from Northern Mexico and even Florida, are getting in on the action, forcing federal involvement.
As it should.
If you are brazen enough to shoot agents in the face with AK-47s, you should know you are turning the heat waaaaaaay the fuck up.

Here's a scandal bigger than Copyright Infringement or Watergate:



The guy in the middle is known as 'El Brad Pitt'.
He got picked up in Chihuahua on Thursday.

Thanks Associated Press for helping me maintain my facade!

-Agent Wraith
p.s. This shit actually happens all the time..









IN JERSEY!
Seriously.  Don't let me depress you.
Here, have some douche:

Is that a Bush offspring? Prolly.