Post by Candace Garcia on Apr 12, 2009 12:17:24 GMT -5
Candace Garcia smirked handing the middle aged man his coffee, she had thought about poisoning him, a little bit of cyanide wouldn’t be too difficult, he’d suffer too and that was a plus.
David Bogus, an arch-Texan with a loud mouth, a sexist and old school to the core, he’d made a fortune raping the earth, providing this nation with its cheep, fast oil habit needle. He was nothing more then a glorified pusher, a beloved dealer with the means for black gold. His big oil rigs littered the once beautiful Gulf of Mexico, the giant BOI painted on the sides of them where men, roughnecks they called themselves lived to steal Mother Earth’s bounty and get a little bit more money. Pathetic all of them, worse then these uneducated money grubbing sorry excuses for men were the republicans who protected them. She hated this state, always surrounded by those backward, red necks, white people always clinging to their guns and their god but never caring about the earth that bore them and nurtured them from infancy, they’d all see the error of their ways though everyone from Joe Blow who throws his can out of the car as he’s going down the highway to Mr. Bogus who made his money slowly bleeding the planet dry, to the big steel yards In this city who clogged the air with waste, and the factories with their towers of smoke.
A day of reckoning was coming. A day that would live on in these fools minds forever and they would come to know folly in their selfish thinking, all of them would pay.
She caught the man staring at her legs and she thought about possibly letting him seduce her, and killing him late in the night, it’d be fitting wouldn’t it a knife to the gut, he’d bleed out nice and slow, kind of what he was doing to the planet.
She gave him her little woman smile and asked if he needed anything more. He didn’t. Good she hoped he choked on his coffee, but it wouldn’t be big enough. No his death had to be biblical it had to send a message to the world, that acts against nature would no longer be tolerated.
In other words, protect the environment or she would fucking kill you.
David Bogus, an arch-Texan with a loud mouth, a sexist and old school to the core, he’d made a fortune raping the earth, providing this nation with its cheep, fast oil habit needle. He was nothing more then a glorified pusher, a beloved dealer with the means for black gold. His big oil rigs littered the once beautiful Gulf of Mexico, the giant BOI painted on the sides of them where men, roughnecks they called themselves lived to steal Mother Earth’s bounty and get a little bit more money. Pathetic all of them, worse then these uneducated money grubbing sorry excuses for men were the republicans who protected them. She hated this state, always surrounded by those backward, red necks, white people always clinging to their guns and their god but never caring about the earth that bore them and nurtured them from infancy, they’d all see the error of their ways though everyone from Joe Blow who throws his can out of the car as he’s going down the highway to Mr. Bogus who made his money slowly bleeding the planet dry, to the big steel yards In this city who clogged the air with waste, and the factories with their towers of smoke.
A day of reckoning was coming. A day that would live on in these fools minds forever and they would come to know folly in their selfish thinking, all of them would pay.
She caught the man staring at her legs and she thought about possibly letting him seduce her, and killing him late in the night, it’d be fitting wouldn’t it a knife to the gut, he’d bleed out nice and slow, kind of what he was doing to the planet.
She gave him her little woman smile and asked if he needed anything more. He didn’t. Good she hoped he choked on his coffee, but it wouldn’t be big enough. No his death had to be biblical it had to send a message to the world, that acts against nature would no longer be tolerated.
In other words, protect the environment or she would fucking kill you.
