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Re: “Duck Dynasty patriarch Phil Robertson peddles fantasy of raping and torturing atheist family

He dangled his trophy in front of my face. His hands were smeared with blood, and he was shaking as he laughed. His eyes locked with mine and I could see that he was talking, but I couldn't hear him over the shock of what had just happened.

Still to this day, I do not understand what happened next.

His face was suddenly surprised and with a grimace, he slowly looked down at his belly, now ripped outward as if a tiny bomb had just exploded between his stomach and ribcage. Clothes already damp with blood were now soaked as his arteries emptied out their contents in a rhythmic pulse.

Beat. Beat. Beat.

His knees buckled and his grip on the knife loosened, allowing gravity to pull it to the carpet where it landed with a muted thud. Had it not been for the arm extending through the hole in his midsection he would have fallen too, but instead he just slumped forward. I watched from a space outside my head as what he was holding in his other hand fell to the ground. I didn't know what it was at first and I could feel myself floating. His friend started screaming and I could see something was literally ripping him apart, limb by limb. I suddenly didn't care about any of this.

Another arm extended through the hole, and as both arms pulled out on each side my attacker's body was ripped in half. My head felt stuffed full of cotton and I knew I was dying. I began to dream and only felt a little sad that I wouldn't wake up again.

...

When my eyes opened it took a few moments for the scene around me to come in to focus. There was a light overhead that was too bright, causing me to squint. I suddenly remembered what had happened and lurched forward. The movement caused my head to explode in pain, and I nearly lost the contents of my stomach. I peeked out through one eye and looked around. I was alone and on a gurney. I had an iv sticking out of my arm. With a gasp my hand shot down to my crotch to find everything back the way it was. Other than my head, I felt fine.

I remembered my family. My wife, my children.

I ripped the iv out of my arm and stood up and little too fast. The room started spinning and I almost lost my balance. With my right hand I held on the side of the gurney and waited for it to pass. My eyes were shut tightly, and I brought my left hand up to rub my temple. As the pain subsided, I opened my eyes and saw that tattooed on my arm was the number 139543. It meant nothing to me.

Before I had a chance to wonder about it the door opened and my wife and daughters came running in. The two girls were crying hysterically and buried their faces into my chest. I stared into my wife's eyes with disbelief as she cried and kissed my face over and over. My two daughters kept saying 'Daddy you're alive!" over and over. I wept as I hugged them close, afraid I would wake up back in our living room with those eyes staring me down and that hideous laugh ringing in my ears.

We left a few minutes later. We were in some sort of hospital, but no one was there. We found our way outside and found our car parked with the keys in the ignition. We got in and drove away as fast as we could go to the nearest police station. We told them a version of the story and showed them where we woke up, but the building had disappeared. There was nothing but an empty lot where it had been. We couldn't explain it and were almost arrested for wasting the police officer's time.

We drove back home to find it spotless with no sign any sort of murder had taken place. The floors were clean, the furniture spotless. I can't explain it. We never talk about it, I'm not really sure why I'm telling you.

What did you say your name was again?

...

The two men watched from behind a two-way mirror at the interview taking place a few feet from where they were standing. They had watched similar happenings several times already that day, and had seven more to go after this. The man on the right looked at his watch and began talking into a tape recorder he produced from his shirt pocket.

"Family 139543 responded favorably to the treatment. The body replacements were successful and their brains seem to be acclimating to their new hosts very well. Schedule a follow up in another 6 months from now to check on their progress. As usual, wipe their memory of the interview but nothing else."

The man on the right put his recording device back in his shirt pocket and spoke to the other man next to him.

"What was the point of that bit about there being no god and no right or wrong? Usually the assassins don't speak."

His friend continued to look into the room through the glass. He shrugged and took a sip of coffee before he replied.

"I thought it was fitting. I read a little about the man in 139543 there, about who he used to be. Before he died he was on a popular television show called Duck Dynasty and was sort of famous for being a religious nutjob. Having no real concept of logic he once argued that it would be OK to rape someone's wife and decapitate his two daughters before topping it off by, you know, 'topping it off'".

He made a hand gesture like scissors cutting through his middle and index finger. He smiled slyly before barking a laugh.

"Besides, we needed to test for stress. Sue me for being artistic."

His friend smiled and laughed once through his nose. He walked over to the computer terminal on the wall and keyed in a few commands. The man on the left crumpled up his empty coffee cup and threw it in the trash. The mirror went dark and the men walked out the door behind them. They still had seven interviews to watch before the day was over.

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Posted by Sean Rowe on 03/27/2015 at 1:11 PM

Re: “LRPD radio frequency encryption could staunch the flow of local news

Unless they have somehow figured out quantum encryption, it will just be a matter of time before it is hacked. This is a stupid move, but what is needed to set up a proper police state.

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Posted by Sean Rowe on 07/31/2014 at 10:12 PM

 

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