The Hell of Halloween

Devlin looked at his reflection in the mirror and straightened his shirt collar. It was Halloween Night and he was visiting the Crescent City for the first time in a while.

Instead of hailing a taxi, he chose to walk the few blocks to Bourbon Street, which was filled with revelers, young and old. Devlin wasn’t searching for anything in particular — he was simply there to enjoy the festive spirit of the city.

It was intoxicating, the different costumes of those dancing in the street and along the sidewalks. Two New Orleans police officers, astride their white horses, patrolled the area watching for partiers who may have had too much drink.

As Devlin stepped passed one of the horses, it spooked, bolting sideways into the horse next to it. He ducked and jumped up onto the sidewalk, worried he might be kicked by the skittish animal.

Soon he had forgotten the incident. Instead he was enjoying something the bartender had recommended and called a ‘Witch’s Brew.’

“Not very manly,” he chuckled, “But it tastes good.”

Looking for the right vibe, Devlin wandered down the block, visiting one establishment after another. He finally found a place that suited his mood and jus’ as quickly discovered someone who met his interest.

That someone was a woman, whose face was painted with a Mexican-style ‘Día de Muertos’ mask. The whiteness of her make up contrasted sharply with her darker skin tone and this drew Devlin’s attention.

He leaned up to the bar and shouted over the band, “Get her what ever she wants to drink,” he instructed as he pointed to the woman at the far end of the long counter.

Devlin returned to his beer, sipping it as he fought to keep from looking over at the woman he had jus’ sent a drink too. He didn’t want to seem like he was too eager for her company.

The strategy worked, as soon he was joined by the woman.

“Thank you,” she smiled.

He returned her smile, “You’re welcome.”

“Lily,” she stated out of the blue.

“Devlin,” he responded, adding “I love your costume. That’s quite the make-up job. It must’ve taken you a while to get it so perfect.”

“You’d be surprised,” Lily returned, changing the subject. “Wanna dance?”

Together the pair stepped out onto the near empty dance floor. They spun and twirled like they’d been partnered for years.

The band played a slow song and Devlin and Lily melted together as if one. He looked into he eyes, seeing her soul for the first time and knowing she was the one.

As if she were reading his mind, “Do you want to get out of here – go someplace more private?”

Without a word they left and started up Bourbon Street towards his motel room. They softly talked between themselves as the noise of the nightlife fell away behind them.

“As pretty as you are in that make-up,” Devlin said in a low tone, “I can’t wait to see you without it.”

Lily smiled coyly at the thought, “I’m not really all that much to look at. In fact I look pretty much like any girl out on the town tonight.”

“I doubt it,” Devlin argued.

Before they knew it, they were standing in front of his room. Devlin nervously fumbled with the key as he unlocked the door.

Once inside, they fell together on the queen sized bed. They pawed wildly at one another, pulling clothing from each others body until naked, except for Lily’s s face paint.

Excited as he was, Devlin asked, “Are you going to wipe that make up away?”

Lily slid down onto his manliness and giggled, “It’s not make up or paint, silly!”

Devlin froze momentarily, surprised as he watched the woman transform from a beauty into an old hag. The old woman bucked violently against his hips as she continued to change into something nearly unrecognizable from what she had been.

Instead of frightening Devlin as she intended, the man underneath her began to laugh menacingly. He then gripped her hips, pressing her down even further.

It was now her turn to be surprised as the handsome male figure grew scaly and rough. She tried to squirm loose but his massive claws held her firm as he erupted inside her.

Still laughing, “I told you that one day, Lilith — I’d have you again and that you’d come willingly,” Devlin growled as he revealed his real self.

Lucifer’s laughter drowned out her screams as the two twisted together in the throes of a deadly passion that only darkness could understand.

“I won’t know for sure, Chief,” the fire inspector answered, “until I get these samples analyzed. But for now lets jus’ call it suspicious.”

The two stood outside the door way of a fire-gutted motel room jus’ a few blocks from Bourbon Street. Nearly everything in the room was blackened from the smoke and flames.

Puzzled, the Battalion Chief shook his head, “I can’t explain the lack of burn marks in the bed. And no body or part of a body to be found – even though it sure looks the hell like one should be laying there.”

Even stranger yet, was the Day of the Dead mask, he held in a large plastic baggie, found by fire fighters amid the charred ruins of the room, untouched by either heat or smoke.

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When a Car Becomes a Gun

Oh, my god — the car the woman was driving — was really a GUN!

When a woman plowed her vehicle through a homecoming parade in Stillwater, Oklahoma, killing four and injuring 30, that was news. But when the Traverse City, Michigan Record-Eagle reported the incident, its headline gave it a whole new set of facts.

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Nope, no agenda here.

Unapologetically Black

A ‘Black Lives Matter’ protester took down the American flag at the site of the Police Chiefs’ Convention in Chicago and put up a flag that read “Unapologetically Black.” A Palestinian flag was also put up for display.

The demonstration’s theme was Stop the Cops. Dozens of the protesters were arrested — most for blocking the road during a sit-in.

These have to be Conservative member’s of the Tea-Party movement because Progressives never do anything that can be construed as anti-societal.

Hollywood Goodbye

Grant stood at the foot of his driveway, hands stuffed in his pockets, watching as Kelli drove away. Once the tail lights of her SUV disappeared, he turned and headed for his front door.

“Romantic goodbyes only happen in Hollywood movies,” he muttered as he stood at the kitchen sink looking out the window at the backyard.

Certainly there had been plenty of kisses and hugs, the promise to write every week, to call every night and to text in between, but he still couldn’t help the awful ache he felt at her leaving. Grant’s voice echoed in his ears as he recalled telling her, “You can always come back if you change your mind.”

His plea fell on deaf ear’s as she tearfully started her car and backed out of the drive. He felt the sting of the hot tears as they rolled down his cheeks.

Suddenly, there was knock at the front door. Grant rushed to open it, knowing it was Kelli and that she had a change of heart.

She sheepishly smiled as she looked up at him, “I forgot my cell phone charger.”

Meme Me Another Lie

The last couple of days I’ve seen this meme on Facebook – and it pisses me off…

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Progressives are again on the march, hoping to obfuscate the truth, by confusing what the Benghazi hearings are about. While on the face of it the numbers are exacting, the message is wrong.

The four deaths in Benghazi are not about gun violence, rather about holding those who are or were in charge, responsible for their actions or lack thereof and about the truth. And those of us alive and old enough to recall the Monica Lewinsky scandal in 1998 have seen this tactic before.

Then President “B.J.” Clinton wagged his fat, meaty finger at the camera lens and lied to the American people and Congress, proclaiming his innocence: “I want you to listen to me. I’m going to say this again: I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky.”

Immediately Clinton’s cohorts in the media and on Capitol Hill began spinning it from a case of ‘lying’ into a case of ‘extramarital sex.’ In the end it worked, as old B.J. got off a second time (pun intended) as Congress failed to impeach the scumbag for perjury, instead acquitting him of all charges, allowing the sexual-predator to stay in office.

Again – the Benghazi hearings aren’t about guns, gun control, or how many people killed by guns since the September 11, 2012 attack on the U.S. Consulate. Now, Hillary McCankle-Von Cackle’s cohorts in the media (including social media) and on Capitol Hill are spinning the Benghazi hearing from a case of her ‘lying’ into a case of ‘gun control.’

No, the hearings are about holding our federal leadership accountable for their willful and wanton dishonesty and the lack of responsibility that left four Americans to die when it was in their power to stop the attacks before they started. Shame on anyone willingly to believe otherwise.

Bend Over and Take It

Apparently, Health and Human Services is having a trouble convincing the 10.5 million people who are eligible for Obamacare to sign up. The initial HHS estimate for the number of people who would be signing up for coverage on the Obamacare exchanges next year was originally 20 million.

But that ain’t gonna happen. Instead the Obama Administration insists that the program is on “a much longer path toward equilibrium,” according to some faceless-nameless-brainless senior HHS official.

Meanwhile, penalties for Americans who lack health insurance will be rising dramatically in 2016 due to the individual mandate imposed by Obamacare. The penalty, or “tax,” as chief Justice John Roberts deemed it, will be rising to 2.5 percent of a household’s taxable income next year.

If you are an individual who doesn’t have health insurance, the penalty will be $625 for an adult and $347.50 for each child under the age of 18. The increase more than doubles the $325 fine imposed at present for lacking health coverage, and is six times the $95 that those lacking health insurance were forced to pay in 2014.

I tend to think that eventually even the most Progressive retard becomes a die-hard Conservative when you start effing with their money.

The Grand Panderer

Hillary McCankle-Von Cackle’s (my new name for Hillary Rodham Clinton,) latest campaign video is nothing more than straight pander as she tries to build up her non-existent foreign policy experience. In it is a shot of her wearing a Hijab; an Islamic garment of submission.

Not only is the Hijab a source of Muslim violence against women, but its origins lie in an Islamic commandment distinguishing Muslim women, who are not to be raped, from non-Muslim women captured by Mohammed’s followers. Don’t believe me?

“O Prophet, tell your wives and your daughters and the women of the believers to bring down over themselves [part] of their outer garments. That is more suitable that they will be known and not be abused. And ever is Allah Forgiving and Merciful.” (Koran 33:59, Sahih International)

By wearing the Hijab, she’s declaring she’s the property of a man and “not to be abused.” Of course since Islamic law doesn’t recognize the rights of non-Muslim peoples it is at war with, it’s allowable for Jihadist’s to rape non-Muslim married women.

Of course, I don’t expect McCankle-Von Cackle to know this sort of stuff. Hell, she doesn’t even know that Marines stationed at U.S. embassies are there for security purposes.

She revealed her ignorance about the U.S. embassy security situation at Thursday’s House Benghazi Committee hearing, where she said that Marines stationed at Benghazi “were not there” to protect personnel.

“Certainly it was useful for our security professionals and our diplomats to be partnered in that way with the Defense Department. You know, historically the only presence at some of our facilities has been Marines. And as you know well, Marines were there not for the purpose of personnel protection; they were there to destroy classified material and equipment,” Clinton said.

Fortunately for those of us not heading up the State Department, the U.S. Marine Corps website explains rather well — in two easy to follow steps — what the mission is when it comes to U.S. embassies:

“The primary mission of the Marine Security Guard (MSG) is to provide internal security at designated U.S. diplomatic and consular facilities in order to prevent the compromise of classified material vital to the national security of the United States. The secondary mission of the MSG is to provide protection for U.S. citizens and U.S government property located within designated U.S. diplomatic and consular premises during exigent circumstances (urgent temporary circumstances which require immediate aid or action).”

In my opinion, Hillary McCankle-Von Cackle’s not even qualified to perform ‘shit-burning’ duty let alone be our next Commander-in-Chief.