The Me-Too Serial Killer
Misogyny, Murder, And Mayhem
The Men Fight Back
There is nothing more beautiful than watching someone die. There is nothing more exciting knowing I am the one that caused that death. There is nothing more electrifying when it is the death of a female. Watching the life drain out of those stinking molls is like looking into nirvana. Face to face with such beauty arouses my loins. Watching the light dim from their eyes is a utopia for me. It has given meaning to my life. I have a purpose now. Did those uppity broads think they were going to take over the world? Did they really think they deserve equal pay? When I see the Me-Too movement, all I see is women rising up from all over to meet their deaths. I am that death.
It was so loud, and it was crashing all around us. You could see the dents it was causing all over the place. It shattered and hurt more than one person. It cut everything in its way. The movement was fierce and fast, only to come to an abrupt halt. It was me after all, the one to fight back. The future arrived in October of 2017. They called it the “Weinstein effect” and it was something I would never forget. In October 2017, sexual abuse claims against Harvey Weinstein was made by a bunch of sluts. Harvey was fired from his company and thrown out of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. By the end of October, something like seventy or more whores Harvey banged had made allegations against this great man. The fallacious allegations triggered the so-called Me-Too movement. Weinstein wasn’t the only one who got caught up in this ridiculous movement. Many great men were taken down across many professions. Some of my favorite actors and news guys were destroyed because of these bitches. Harvey had made some of the best movies of all times with Quentin Tarantino. This could not stand, I needed to do something, I wanted to fight back.
I grew up in an era when men were men. What do you ask a woman with two black eyes? Nothing, you told her twice. Why did the woman cross the road? I don’t know, what the fuck is she doing out of the kitchen! A woman is nothing more than a life support system for the vagina. Now they think they are going to rise up from their collective stations and be problematic for men? I don’t think so, at least, not without a response. I don’t know how things got so out of whack in America. The idea that women deserve respect in the workplace or equal pay is an anathema to all things American. They are only there in the workplace to provide aid and relief for our cocks or maybe run some errands for us, but that is it. Plain and simple, why on Earth would we have them in the workplace at all? They have their place and that is to serve us and our dicks. They have their purpose and it is not to take down the greatest movie mogul in the history of Hollywood or other fine gentlemen in other industries. When this war on men is over, they will never get the upper hand over us, not ever. Or, not while I am alive.
My name is Cornelius Galvin. I am the owner and CEO of an Information Technology Firm based on the Space Coast of Florida. Here we live in the aerospace and technology sector. NASA, Space X, and Lockheed Martin are just a few of the companies and government agencies that make up the Space Coast. It was from this very spot we launched men (not women) to the moon, had the Space Shuttle program and are now reaching for Mars. This part of Florida is a world on to itself. It is an affluent part of the state. We have Cocoa Beach, Merritt Island and Cape Canaveral all in one geographic area. It is shaped like a rectangle and within that space lies a world that includes the beaches, the port, and two rivers. We have everything we need within that rectangle. Some of the best restaurants, seafood, and bars Florida has to offer, is the world I intertwine in. Here, sluts and whores line the beaches with tits and ass as far as the eye can see. A sea of skin and cleavage of the likes most people in the Midwest have never dreamed of. The women barely cover their bodies with clothes or bathing suits. Every weekend I walk between their beach chairs and blankets just knowing they all want me. They call to me with their oiled skin and curves. They want me to walk up to all of them laying on their beach towels and stand there and jack off over them. I just know they do. They are asking for it with their string bikinis and their glistering skin. They’re calling me to debase them. There is no shortage of jezebels just willing to serve up that snatch for a steak dinner or a cocktail. These falling women are as plentiful as the sands on the beach. It is not hard for me to find some pussy looking like a Greek God like I do. My dark hair and dark eyes, along with my tall muscular statuses body, is irresistible to these local whores. Life in Vaginaville was the place to be or at least it was until the Me-Too movement came along. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let me start from when I first moved to the Space Coast.
I did not grow up on the Space Coast, I grew up in South Florida. I moved here ten years ago. My wife grew up here and she wanted to return home to her stomping grounds. So, we moved here to start a new life. We arrived at our new house ten years ago. It was a quaint little neighborhood that was close to the ocean. The moving crew started unloading the truck and we started to unpack our stuff. It didn’t take long before the laborers were done, and we stood in the middle of our new home buried in boxes and furniture. Little by little, the neighbors came around to introduce themselves. The guy and his wife from next door were very forthcoming when they immediately told us if we needed any weed to just knock and they would help. I thought that was quite friendly in our brand-new neighborly relationship.
The man explained that he used to be a roadie for some of the famous rock and roll bands that we all knew. He traveled with the bands for most of his life until he was hurt on the job and landed up on disability. I thought it was quite a bunch of information for the first day, but hey, this was our new neighborhood and we went with the flow.
He took me next door to his home where he showed me that his house was a shrine to hard rock. He had KISS dolls that were displayed everywhere and still in the original boxes unopened. He had countless bootleg tapes of every band I have ever loved. The man had a full-blown museum to Hard Rock, and it covered every inch of his house with some of Rock’s most momentous bands and their memorabilia. He was covered in tattoos and had long hair black hair. His wife wore jeans all the time and old concert tee-shirts, just like the headbanging gals I grew up with. They both reminded me of a lot of guys and girls I knew in the 1980s, but somehow, it had an air to it as if he was in a time capsule and wouldn’t be breaking out anytime soon. The man and his wife did not even own a computer, so it really did feel like I walked back in time when I entered his home.
He explained to me not to talk to the lady across the street because she was a government informant. I asked how he knew and he said not too long ago before we moved in, her house was descended upon by the federal government and they had to cut out parts of her roof to dismantle the meth lab she was running inside. I was blown away because this was my first day in the new house and it looked like a great neighborhood. It certainly did not fit the idea of an out of control meth lab. He said the government shut down the entire road in and out for days cleaning up the mess. I asked how that makes her an informant and he said she was out of jail a couple of weeks later, the charges were dropped, and she never went to prison. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Yep, she’s a snitch.”
I started to wonder about what kind of neighborhood my wife found us. He handed me an already baked pie as a house-warming gift and a big fat joint. I don’t know how he knew we smoked pot, but I was liking my new neighbor for sure. I returned to my house shortly after. My wife looked famished, so we decided to go out to eat. I prefer big women. My wife has long beautiful black and gray hair that goes down to her butt. She has big boobs and awesome curves. I like more cushion for the pushing and to keep it like that, you got to feed her. I suggested a pizza pie, but she was not in the mood. There was a restaurant that was close to our new home called Doggs and I drove us over there to get some dinner. As we pulled into the driveway of the restaurant, we noticed tons of cop cars filling the parking lot. Every one of them was a K-9 Unit and they all left their cars running with the air conditioner on with all the K-9s in the cars. I guessed this was a cop hangout and particularly a hangout for cops with dogs.
We started to walk towards the front door of the restaurant when every single dog in each police car went nuts. They all started to go crazy barking and scratching at the windows trying to get out. I realized I still had the joint in my pocket. It was like some scene in Stephen King’s Cujo. In the middle of this mad hatter’s dog convention, I realize the doges were looking directly at me and no one else. The dogs were going nuts and every cop saw the whole thing going on in the parking lot through the windows of the restaurant, as we walked in the door. We entered the restaurant and got a booth in the bar section. We sat down and asked for some menus. The restaurant had mostly hot dogs, thus the name Doggs. They also had some chicken nugget like thing that they called “Scooby Snack” on the menu and you could order your level of hot sauce with it. Both of us ordered the “Scooby Snack” and we sat and ate our meal.
I excused myself to use the restroom and inside the men’s room were three urinals. There was a huge uniformed cop using one on the left. The center urinal and the one to the right were unoccupied. I took the one furthest from the cop. As I was going to the bathroom, I could feel the police officer staring at me. I still had the joint in my pocket and I knew that is why those dogs could not stop barking. He finished and went to the sink to wash his hands with his gun hanging from his hip. Before I could finish my business, the officer said to me, “Hey don’t I know you?”
I was caught off guard and said, “I don’t think so we just moved to the area. He asked me from where and I told him South Florida.” He said, “Goodbye”, leaving me in the bathroom all alone. I stared into the mirror and realized I was sweating beads of sweat down my face. I threw water on my face and investigated my reflection in the mirror wondering how strange that was. Could he smell the marijuana in my pocket? I returned to our table for dinner.
The server came to our table who was this blond bombshell with great cleavage, and I asked her if this was a restaurant for people with dogs. She laughed and said no, but the K-9 cops love it and always come here. She told us today there was a retirement party going on and they would be here all night. My wife had no idea what was going on or any of the issues I was dealing with from the restroom. I made a second trip to the john and this time I took the stall, so I could have a little privacy and not be caught off guard once again. I threw the joint in the toilet and flushed it. I watched as the water went in circles as it disappeared down the drain. I walked out of the bathroom, paid the tab and left. As we walked to the car, the dogs were completely silent. I just drove home shaking my head. I did not need to get arrested on my first day on the Space Coast.
The next morning was basically unpacking and setting up all the electronics and the computers around the house. Somehow, the Xbox died and got what is called “The Red Ring of Death” in which some circle lights up on the Xbox and nothing else works. My wife found some computer shop on craigslist that handles Xbox’s and I got the directions to the place. I left her behind unpacking and drove to the computer shop. The shop was in a nondescript strip mall that was almost entirely empty. I walked in this little room and stood at the counter waiting for someone to pop out from the back to service me.
I stood there for a while and no one showed up. They had one of those bells that you can ring to let them know someone was there and I rang it and waited. More time went by and no one came out. The front door was open, and the business hours were posted on the door saying this was their hours of operation. I almost left when nobody came out, but something on the wall behind the cash register caught my eye. There was a sign on the wall that said something about loving women with little feet. I found it to be the strangest of things and I leaned over the counter to read the small print on the sign when I saw all the monitors that were behind the counter. Two of them showed a fat man sitting on a couch receiving a blowjob from a tiny little Asian woman with short dark hair. She was on her knees. Suddenly, I heard a moan coming from the back and realized that this might be going on right now in the back room. I walked towards the hall and peeked my head around the corner and sure enough, I saw a fat guy getting head on the couch. The man saw me pop my head around the wall and gestured with his finger to come towards them. I walked down the hall into the room they were at. There was this small Asian chick who was giving this white guy a blowjob, and he looked up from his cock sucking and waved me over towards them. I walked up and whipped out my cock and she starts to blow me while still jerking him off with one of her hands. The dude looked at me and asked me if I liked small feet too and pointed to the slut’s feet. I just smiled and nodded at him. I guess “small feet” is some vernacular for Asian whores, for all I know. While the slant eye was blowing me, the shop owner got the Asian harlot to get on her hands and knees and he started to fuck her from behind, while the whole-time conducting business with me. He was asking me why I was here and asking me questions about my Xbox. I explained to him about “The Red Ring of Death” while jamming my cock down this slope’s throat. I could not believe the great luck I was having. Somehow, I had stumbled upon the greatest computer shop of all time. The whole scene was something out of an erotica storybook, but I was not complaining.
Just when I was about to blow a nut, suddenly there was a commotion out front. I could see on a monitor in the back room that there were these two Spanish guys holding guns and standing in the middle of the storefront. We quickly pulled up our pants; the guy said to the Asian bitch and me, “Follow me,” and he started to climb up this ladder to the attic of the place. We all got out in this crawlspace and followed the guy down the cobweb-filled attic that went over all the other storefronts in the plaza. I asked the guy who was the dudes with the guns, and he explained he was hired by a client to set up surveillance equipment in this home and come to find out, it was not his house. These guys were not happy about him putting cameras all over their house. The guy who hired him made him think it was his place. He said they were drug dealers and we had to get away from here. I could not believe my luck; one freaking minute I am getting quality Asian head and the next minute, I am up in a dusty attic crawling for my life. We stopped right over this abandoned Cuban restaurant and dropped down into it. The place was nasty as shit as if someone just walked away and left everything. The smell was unbearable.
We were able to go outside to the parking lot, get in our cars, and drive away before they noticed we were gone. My heart was pounding as I drove away. I realized I left our Xbox there, but I was not going back for it now. I just kept driving around until I was convinced that no one was following me. I did not want to bring any angry drug dealers back to my new home. As I pulled into the driveway of my new house, my wife was outside talking to these two guys holding pamphlets. As I walked up to my wife she said, “These nice young men would like to talk to us about Satan and how he is leaving secret messages on the radio for our youth.”
I stood there completely stunned. I was already having a crazy day. They introduced themselves to me telling me that they lived catty-corner across the street. The man shook my hand and asked me if I was saved. I told him we were not religious people and the man told me that Jesus saves regardless. I explained to him we were not into zombie worship and that we worshiped at the altar of reason and logic. He looked confused and asked me what I meant about zombie worship. I asked him, “Don’t you worship a zombie?” He said, “Zombie, I don’t understand?”
I asked him if he was waiting for a two-thousand-year-old Jewish man to wake up and come back to life to judge the living and the dead. He just stood there completely vexed. I told him I do not believe in zombies and we certainly do not worship any of them. The men started creeping down my yard walking backward and began telling me I was going to go to hell and burn there. He said the only way to heaven was through Jesus Christ and I asked him if heaven had all the tacos you could eat. I told him I did not want to go unless I can have all the tacos I could eat. Both men turned around and ran back to their house.
My next-door neighbor who gave me the pot walked up and said, “I see you met our friendly neighborhood fundamentalist. I started laughing and said, “Yes I have.”
My wife walked back into the house and the neighbor asked me how I liked the joint he gave me. I told him that I accidentally dropped it into a toilet at a restaurant and I never got to try it. He looked at me and said, “You didn’t want to reach down and pull it out of the bowl, did you?” We both started to laugh. I said, “No, I did not.”
He told me there was plenty more where that came from and I bought a quarter ounce bag of pot from him. When I returned to my home and went inside my wife asked me how it went with the Xbox. I just looked down at her and said, “I am sorry; they were not able to fix it.” I told him it was completely shot, and we would have to buy another one. She walked away cursing “The Red Ring of Death.”
One of the very first things we like to do when we move to a new place is finding a good bagel place that has decent bagels and lox. The key to any good neighborhood is a place with good bagels, another with great pizza pie and lastly you must have quality Chinese food. Without any of that, you might as well live in a cave in Afghanistan. That morning we tried out a place called Moe’s Bagels and we nailed the bagel part of our quest. This was a quality bagel place that even made potato knish. As we sat down for breakfast, my wife announced that she had a surprise. She told me that she bought tickets to an eco-tour down the Banana River and that we needed to leave now in order to get there before the boat leaves. She said it was like an African safari but on the water. It sounded like a great idea. This would give us a chance to explore the rivers and see all the beautiful homes along the way. It also provided an educational scenario for us to learn about indigenous animals and plant life. My wife cared about shit like that, so I went along with it. She always has some animal show on our TV.
We made it to the boat dock in time and presented our tickets that my wife printed out online. This older guy in his 60s was skippering the boat and he looked like Roy Scheider in the movie Jaws. The rest of us aboard were made up of elderly tourists that came to Brevard County to see the ships at the Port, enjoy Cocoa Beach and maybe catch a show at the King Center for the Performing Arts. The locals owned their own damn boats and did not need some tour of the river on this gigantic water taxi we were on.
As the boat left the dock, a woman operating the microphone started to explain the Eco Tour and described all the things we were going to see. She was a hot cunt in a bikini and looked like Demi Moore in her glory days, before she hit the wall, of course. She explained factoids about the animals and plant life that we would encounter while were traveling down the river. That morning the river was stirring with wildlife and even the tour guides were blown away with all the manatees that we saw mating and the hard body on the microphone said that everything seems to be having sex today. Even the dolphins that followed the boat down the river were jumping in and out of the water. It seemed as if that morning, the wildlife along the river got together and collectively put on the greatest of shows to watch. I must admit, I was impressed.
Miles down the river and deep into the tour, one of the kids on the boat announced loudly that he had to go to the bathroom. He was this winy little Jew kid with his yarmulke on his head. We were sitting up front on the boat, so the skipper heard his bladder cry and told all of us that he lived not too far from where we were and that we could pull up to his house, so the boy could go use his restroom. I couldn’t believe that this kid was affecting the trajectory of the tour, but the skipper told the whole boat his wife was cooking a giant pot of chili that day and we could all come in and enjoy a bowl.
We pulled up at the back of his house on the river and docked. One by one everyone got off the boat and walked up this hill towards the house. We were all led by the skipper through his screened-in back porch where his pool was and into the sliding glass doors that went into the house. As we all walked in, all you could hear was the crowd collectively gasp. While we walked into Florida room of the house, we heard the skipper yell, “That is my wife!”
Right there on the floor in front of the fireplace his naked wife was straddled over a young black man in his early twenties with a giant cock and was riding his dick, while at the same time giving oral and a handjob to two other young black men, also in their twenties with large tools. Immediately a couple of the older ladies on the boat grabbed the young kid before he could see anything and walked him back outside to use the poolside bathroom. The black guys quickly grabbed and put on their clothes, along with the older wife, who looked like Debra Winger in the present-day and they started to jet. They all took off running out the front door of the house and the skipper went after them in a full sprint. We all just stood around completely stunned. A huge laughter started, and the whole crowd just started cracking up. We laughed so hard that we started to cry.
We all sat around the house waiting for the skipper to come back, but he never did. We just sat there in his home waiting for him to return when all of us started to smell the chili we were promised. I walked into the kitchen and sure enough, there was a big pot of chili just cooking away giving off this great aroma. I told everyone to grab a seat on the back porch around the pool and my wife and I would serve everyone a bowl of this chili while we wait for the poor skipper or his whore wife to return. We went through his kitchen looking for bowls and spoons. After the meal, they still never returned, so we all called a cab and returned to our cars. I guess, in the end, our Florida Eco Tour had an African flavor to it after all.
I did not know that the Me-Too movement was on the way. I had no idea at the time, how the world was going to dramatically change. We were setting in on the Space Coast and getting to know the area. One day my wife scheduled a day to go around the area with a realtor and look at some homes for sale. She could just not shake the fact that there was a meth lab across the street. She wanted to see if we could find another neighborhood. That afternoon we bounced from one nice home on the river to another. On the way home in the car, my wife pulls out a book from her purse. I asked her what it was, and she said, when she used the bathroom at that last house, she was being nosey and found a diary in the cabinet that was written by the boy who used to live at the home. While we were driving home, she started to read it. About halfway back home, she starts to tell me that the diary had a treasure map in it. She said that the diary said that the X marks the spot was in the backyard of the house by the birdbath.
I wondered aloud what kind of treasure it was, and my wife said all the book kept saying was that it was “Mommy’s precious treasure.” I asked my wife what she thought that meant and she said whatever it is, it must be something big for him to bury it in the yard and create a treasure map. When we got home, my wife could not drop the subject or her curiosity about what was buried in the backyard of that house. She begged me to go back there when it got dark and dig it up. I told her I couldn’t just go up to some house in the dark and walk around to the backyard and start digging. I said either I’d either be shot or someone would see me and call the cops. She said, “Not if you approach it from the river.”
I asked her how I would do that since we did not own a boat. She told me to go rent one. I couldn’t believe my ears, my wife really wanted me to go see what was buried there. We went around and around over this until she broke me down and I agreed to go check it out.
I decided to rent a kayak, so nobody would hear an engine of a boat approaching. I could just paddle right up to the backyard, get out of my kayak and go dig around the birdbath that sat in the backyard under a tree. If the next-door neighbors did not see me, I figured I could probably pull this off. So, we hatched our plan, sat down, and used Google maps to figure out which house was the right one from approaching it by the river and not the road. Once I turned the kayak down this one canal, it would be the sixth house on the left. I went and rented the kayak, waited for it to get dark and then dropped it in the river from a public boat ramp. I had to paddle a little over two miles before I got to the canal that I needed to turn down. As I approached the house, I started counting the homes until I got to the sixth one. I pulled the kayak on to the grass of the backyard and started walking in the dark up this incline towards the birdbath that was under the tree. I had a hand-held shovel and I got on my knees under the tree and started digging around the birdbath. I was digging all around when my shovel hit a metal box and made this huge sound. From the next yard, I heard a man yell out, “Hey! Who is over there?”
I quickly dug out the box. It was about the size of a cigar box and it was taped shut with what felt like duct tape. I grabbed the box very quickly and started to make my way back to the river. I heard the neighbor shout to his wife to let the dogs out and I started to run. I jumped in the kayak, pushed off the bank, and started to paddle as fast as I could.
As my kayak disappeared into the darkness, I could hear what sounded like at least three dogs barking like crazy. I made my way back to the boat ramp hoping the cops were not there waiting for me. I pulled up to the dock and quickly got out of the water and tied the kayak to the top of my Cadillac Escalade.
I got behind the steering wheel and drove off with my heart pounding. I placed the box in the passenger seat next to me and started to drive home. I could not believe what was happening. I felt like I was in some movie or something. Not only did we find a treasure map, but also the freaking thing was real. I even found the “X marks the spot” place and then truly found something there. I was getting more and more excited wondering what was in the box. What was mommy’s precious treasure? What was it? What is in this box? I would not open it without my wife. She is going to wig out when I bring this home.
Right about the time, I was getting ready to turn down the road towards our subdivision, suddenly, a cop car pulled up behind me and turned his lights on. I completely freaked out and started to sweat. I pulled the SUV over and as he walked up to my window. I put the box under my seat in a way that hopefully the cop did not see. He walked up to my window and asked me if I knew why he pulled me over. I kept thinking of the box, the neighbor with the dogs and wondering if I left any evidence behind. The cop told me that he pulled me over because my kayak was about to fall off my roof. He said I tied it down poorly. I thanked him, and I got out of the Escalade and retied the boat down properly. The cop drove away, and I was shaking from head to toe. I got back in the Cadillac, drove home, and walked through the front door to find my wife there in the living room pacing back and forth waiting for me.
I handed her the box and said this was what was buried in that yard. She ran to go get a knife to cut the tape off to get in the box. Once we had the tape seal broken, we both just looked at each other and then my wife slowly opened the box. We both just stared down into it. She placed it on the coffee table and we just sat on the couch staring at it. I could not believe my eyes. Inside the box was a very thick black dildo with a huge head with veins running through it. We looked at each other and said aloud, “Mommy’s precious treasure.”
Right before the Me-Too movement hit, one day I found a seminar on Merritt Island that was for people who wanted to learn about the history of the gaming world. I am not in any way a gamer, but I love playing the old games. I grew up with Ms. Pac-man, Donkey Kong and others. I spent a considerable amount of time trying to find an old video game that I used to play called Defender. Most people never even heard of the game unless they were my age and even some of those barely remember it. I figured that maybe someone at this computer gig thing would know where I could find the game. I drove to this old warehouse complex where the gig was being held and I walked inside the building.
When I walked in, I had to give the guy sitting behind the desk some money and sign in. When I walked further into the warehouse, I saw a few rows of desks with people sitting at them with this helmet-like thing on their heads. The helmet was not wireless, it was connected to these computers on the desks. No one even knew I walked in because they were all submerged in whatever they were looking at through the helmet. I sat down at one of the desks and put a helmet on. I was completely pleased when I saw the imagines on the screen coming through this contraption.
Inside the virtual world was something like the killing fields of Cambodia, but it was not in Asia, it was in some American city. In this city were women that were running around being chased by what looked like men with the helmets on. The men had machine guns and they were shooting all the women dead. I quickly pulled the helmet off and looked around the room. Everyone was sitting at the desks with their helmets just enjoying the madness of a virtual world where you can mow down women. I put the helmet back on.
Inside the virtual world, I bent down and picked up a machine gun that appeared on the ground in front of me. Women were running past me asking for help while they were being chased by the other helmet guys shooting at them. It was like a cartoon, but it also had a very real look and feel to it. Just viewing it, I could feel my heart race and my pulse go up. While holding my machine gun, I shot towards one of the guys chasing the women and every gun-toting helmet dude in the virtual world stopped and looked towards me. I heard one of them yell at me asking me what the fuck I was doing. I just pulled the trigger of my machine gun and shot at him. All the others stopped chasing women and went after me trying to kill me. What I did not realize at the time was that if you got killed in the virtual world, your time on the machine was up and the person had to leave. I found out all of that and more afterward.
I lasted about five minutes being chased around town by other helmet guys until they killed me, and my entire helmet just turned off and went black. I got up and walked out of the building when I saw a bunch of guys sitting on a bench smoking cigarettes and drinking Red Bull. The one guy waved me over and when I walked up to them, they asked me what I was doing shooting the guys. He said it was the bitches that needed to be dead. They all starting to tell me that the whole thing they were paying for was the ability to go around and kill all the women.
I told them I wish we could do it in real life and everyone started hooting and hollering in agreement. I broke their rule by killing one of them. To stay in the virtual world for the entire time they paid for and to get the most out of their money, the agreement was not to kill one another and just slaughter the broads. I explained that this was my first time and I did not understand what this was, but I would never do it again. I had a place I could go to know to blow off steam.
I went to walk away and head towards my SUV. About halfway to my car I stopped and turned around and walked back to the bench. I asked if anyone knew where I could find Defender, the old video game I was looking for. The young punks just looked at me with these blanks stares when one asked what the fuck is Defender.
Life on the Space Coast was going just fine until the Me-Too movement exploded across the country. My first realization that it was spreading was at work. Suddenly, one of my employees, that was this beautiful BBW with shoulder-length red hair and some huge tits, who would blow me in my office, started acting up. I called her in for some oral relief one afternoon, something that was very common, and she told me no. I couldn’t believe my ears. Not only would she not suck me off, but she asked me for a raise. She was complaining that her male counterpart makes more money than she did.
I threw her out of my office and closed the door behind her. I sat down at my desk in utter shock. What the hell was going on in the world was all I can think. I pulled down my pants and jerked off to relieve my anger. The next day the bitch quit her job and I was contacted by her lawyer about a lawsuit. She was claiming that I created a hostile work environment and the lawyer pointed to the lawsuit with Bob Barker of the Price is Right. In that suit, the woman claimed Bob would make her blow him every Thursday of twenty-two years. The lawyer explained that this is the Me-Too era and that these kinds of lawsuits are popping up all over the nation.
Well, I was not going to be a victim of this hypocrisy. If my wife found out, my marriage would be over. There was no way I was going to let that happen or give that BBW one red cent. That was the day when I knew I had to do something. I was going to become a killer. What I did not know was how proficient I would get or how much blood I would spill. All I knew for sure was that curvy slut was not going to survive my rage or wreck my life.
Over time I became close with a gamer dude that would shoot women in the virtual world we played in. His name was Jack and him and I would talk about how great it would be if we could kill these bitches in real life. I had Jack meet me for some gyros at Zackary’s on A1A in Cape Canaveral to hatch a plan. Jack was a tiny little guy with glasses. He wore jeans all the time, flip flops and never shaved. I don’t think he has ever owned a razor, but he was a cool guy as far as I was concerned. We sat down in a corner booth facing A1A and ordered our gyros and a couple of Greek beers called Mythos.
Over lunch, I went into the subject of how we could transition from the virtual world to the real world and see what a rush we would get out of that. To my utter amazement, Jack told me he had a way to do it. He said, “My family owns a crematory and I work there full time.” I said, “I’m listening.”
Jack told me, “At night or on the weekends, I have the whole place to myself. There is a back room that we can cover in plastic, do what we want with these whores and then toss them in the oven along with the plastic tarp. It would be untraceable.” I then asked, “Have you ever done this before?”
His response was, “Just once, my neighbor’s dog would not stop barking and kept me up all night. I could not get any sleep and was going crazy.” “What did you do, I asked?” Proudly he said, “I tossed him in the oven.” I questioned, “Alive?” With a smile, he said, “Oh, yea, the screaming stopped in about thirty seconds, I’ll never forget the sound, I got a rush from it.”
I wanted to know, “Did anyone hear the dog screaming?”
Jack replied, “No, you can’t hear anything back in that room, it is soundproof. If we toss some bitches in there, nobody would be able to hear anything.” Thinking out loud, I said, “Well, I have a woman that works for me that is causing me some serious problems that could affect my marriage. So, I know who we can start with.” Jack made clear, “Remember it can only be at nights or the weekends. My father is there Monday through Friday 9 AM – 5 PM.” More excited now than ever, I said, “Got it. We are about to start on a great adventure you and I.”
Jack spoke to me and said, “My favorite movie is American Psycho, so I know what I am getting into and it is something I’ve dreamed of ever since I saw that movie. It is why I love killing in the virtual world, but over time I built up a tolerance and started to yearn for more, for the real thing.”
I agreed and said out loud, “Great movie and a great reference. We will bring American Psycho to the Me-Too movement and we will be gods! These bitches will get what is coming to them”
Jack and I finished our Greek food and got in our cars and drove away. As I drove home my cock got hard. I was so excited thinking about what we were about to embark on. I walked in the door where I found my wife in the living room. Without saying a word, I bent her over, pull up her dress up and pulled down her panties. I shoved my enormous cock inside her. I came so hard, that my cum came spilling out of her pussy and on to the tile floor. She pulled her panties back up and asked me what was that all about. I told her that I just miss her today, smiled and walked away.
Times were changing even before the Me-Too movement even stated. I sat down recently and watched Mia Khalifa’s first interview. I did not know her story and had never heard of her. That is strange to me because I enjoy watching porn, yet I did not know her story. I also watch a lot of news and still somehow, I missed all of this. So, my first introduction was that interview. Ironically, Mia doing that interview has increased her exposure well beyond just the people that got to enjoy her porn.
I thought her interview was revealing when it came to women and their self-esteem. However, I take issue with Mia’s take on what happened to her. I don’t think she has anything to be ashamed of at all. First, most people watch porn, it a multi-billion-dollar industry for a reason. And, not all porn needs to be described in some dark negative way. The marriages the porn industry has helped is beyond measure. The women who put themselves through college or have careers both behind and in front of the cameras have nothing to apologize for. It is a legal form of work. It is an honest living.
Yes, there is a dark element in porn, but not as dark as the Banks or tons of other industries. In fact, what does not have a dark element to it? The Catholic Church that Mia and I grew up in? Isn’t there a dark side to all of that, to everything? The biggest problem I see with the whole Mia Khalifa story is that Mia does not embrace this and make millions of dollars from it. When she said she only made twelve-thousand dollars in three months doing it, I thought hey man, there are a lot of people “today”, five years after she left, who are making money on her body of work and in her name.
That is my problem with the whole story. She should be the one making all that money. The films are out there, it is not going away. Mia is still the second-ranked porn star in the world, five years later. She should capitalize on this and make a fortune. Leaving that money on the table and letting others prosper from it is nuts. Shame should not cost Mia millions of dollars. I think she is looking at this all wrong. She should take control of all of this. She needs to build a team around her that could take this to even a higher level. It would be a crime not to grab that money. She needs to think of all the good things she can do with that money and for others.
Last and certainly not least, Mia Khalifa is the number two ranked porn star on the planet not because Muslim Terrorist want to kill her, she is number two, five years later, because she was good at it. Actually, she was great at porn, she was a rock star and the camera caught it. She is like the Serena Williams of porn. Mia is at the Belladonna level of porn; she is damn good at it. In fact, one of the best I have ever seen. That is why she is still so famous. Her body of work has held up over time. I know I checked it all out, she is amazing! She just like Jenna Jameson, except Jenna made millions of dollars and Mia’s money is going towards therapy. There is something very wrong with that picture. There is nothing wrong with the pictures Mia made!
Mia Khalifa and Linda Lovelace (aka Linda Susan Boreman) ironically have something in common. Both women barely spent any time in the porn industry, yet they are two of the most famous women in all of porn. Linda, of course, was famous for her role in the iconic movie Deep Throat and Mia is famous for doing porn wearing an Islamic hijab.
Mia spent three months in the porn industry and Linda spent just three years in porn and did only three films. Looks like Mia did more films in the three months then Linda did in three years, but this reflects the changing nature of the industry today. Back in the early days of porn making movies moved along much slower. You can watch the HBO series The Deuce to learn about the early days of porn in the 1970s, I highly recommend that if the subject matter interest you.
Both women were very good at their temporary craft. Both left us with some unforgettable scenes to cherish all of time. The camera loved these two women and caught their essential brilliance on film for all of us to appreciate. Their enduring sexuality and skill set when it came to sex are beyond noteworthy, they are a perennial jewel for married couples to enjoy. The marriages and sex lives of couples they helped are beyond measure and incalculable.
The two ladies both embraced their work in porn and rejected it during the course of their lifetimes. Neither one made any real money from their work while others still profit from this today. Of course, Mia is still with us and we want to keep it that way, dispute the Islamic extremists and their threats towards her. Linda On April 3, 2002, was involved in a terrible automobile accident.
Linda suffered massive trauma and internal injuries in the wreck. On April 22, 2002, she was taken off life support and passed away in Denver, Colorado, at the young age of 53. Her husband Larry Marchiano and their two children were there by her bedside when she expired. Linda Lovelace was interred at Parker Cemetery in Parker, Colorado. Mia still has a long life ahead of her.
Both women at one time or another have had regrets and or suffered from shame because of their work in porn. For me, that is the saddest thing about all of it. If I could press a button in their psyche and in an instant, show them all the people they had a positive effect on, I would do that seven days a week and twice on Sundays. With all the talk of the dark side of porn, we sometimes ignore all the positivity that also surrounds it as well and how it helps many people for many different reasons. Many people, for lots of reasons, owe a great big thank you to Mia and Linda. You know who you are. This Me-Too crap had gotten out of hand before it even started.
It was time to put my plan into action. That redhead who used to work for me, who was now suing me and threatening my marriage, had to go. Her name was Beth and she would be my first conquest of death, but not before I have my way with her.
I went and bought an old nondescript white van with no windows and I place a huge dog cage in the back of it. I paid cash for the van, gave a fake name and took the open title from the seller. Giving somebody an open title for a car and not going down to the DMV together to transfer the title is nuts. However, many people do it. Well, I was never going to register the van in my name. I went down to the mall at night and changed a dozen different license plates on vehicles in the mall parking lot. By playing musical chairs with the plates, nobody would realize they had a different plate.
It just left nothing but confusion behind and I kept one of the plates for my van. Then, I went down to Home Depot and purchased a plastic tarp big enough to cover the small room in the back of the crematory. I gave the tarp to Jack and told him to hold on to it until the day we needed it. Now I was set. I had a way to snatch up women into the van and throw her in the cage, drive to the crematory and drag them through the back door of the crematory. The oven room would be covered in plastic and Jack and I could do whatever we wanted to with these women. When we were done with our fun, we’d toss them and the tarp in the oven. Then we could go look for some more sluts to turn to ash. These broads thought they would turn to dust all these great men and their lives and careers. Well, Jack and I had other plans.
It was Sunday, September 16th, 2018 and the news broke that the accuser of President Trump’s Supreme Court nominee came forward in The Washington Post to say she was almost killed and raped by Judge Brett M. Kavanaugh. This woman was going to wreak this man’s life and career over something she says he did thirty-six years ago in high school. This was the most outrageous Me-Too yet. It was the perfect day to get this revenge started. A glorious day in which men would start to fight back against the Me-Too movement.
I knew the woman suing me and about to ruin my life went to Mass at 5 pm at Catholic Church in the area. I used to find it ironic that she would suck my dick, me, a married man, at the office all the time, yet went to Mass. I drove through the parking lot before service to see if there were any cameras around and whether this would be a good day to snatch her up.
To my delight the way the parking lot was shaped I could pull this off without anyone seeing. There were no cameras. I needed to do this on the weekend, so we had the crematory to ourselves. I waited in the van and watched the people show up for religious service and I saw her car come in late. Everything was already started inside the church, so the parking lot was clear. Even better for me, she parked two parking spots down from my van.
I got out of the van on the passenger side and I waited for her to walk past the backend of the van. As soon as she was right at the van’s backend, I jumped out and put her in a headlock. I opened the van door and put her in the cage and locked it. She must have been shocked because strangely enough, she didn’t even scream. The woman looked almost frozen. I walked around the van, which had no windows and I got into the driver’s seat and drove away.
As we pulled out of the parking lot, I said to her, “Hello Beth!” She just looked up at me from inside the cage. I could see her in the rear-view mirror as I drove. She yelled out loud, “What the fuck Galvin!” “What the Hell are you doing!” I asked her, “Did you really think I was going to let you sue me and destroy my marriage?”
Now confused she asked, “Where are you taking me?” Let me out of here, she screamed! I asked the whore, “Did you really think I was going to let you harm the company that I spent years building? Beth just went nuts. She wailed, “Let me out of here you son of a bitch!”
I pulled over the van in an empty parking lot. It was Sunday, so many businesses were closed and had empty parking lots across town. I put the van in park and got out of my seat and walked towards the back of the van and towards the cage.
I scolded her and said, “Give me your fucking cell phone Beth!” “Give it to me now!” I could see it in her eyes that she just realized that she had her phone and she started to riffle through her purse to get to it to call 911. I pulled out my gun and put my Colt 45 against the cage and told her to hand me the phone. She handed me the cell phone through the bars of the cage. I wiped my prints off it, took out the sim card and threw the phone in some bushes that ran across the property we were on. I drove away and about a mile down the road I threw the sim card out the window. She was fucked now.
I called Jack and told him I got her and to meet me at the spot and get everything ready as we talked about. As soon as I said I got her, she started screaming bloody murder. Jack could hear her screams and get excited knowing it was all real and that it really was going down. Jack said he’d have everything ready.
Beth kept screaming and asking me what was going on. I told her that I was going to bring her to a place to have sex with me and my friend and when we are done, she was going to sign an NDA (Non-discourse- Agreement) stating that she cannot say a word about me, my company or anything. I explained to Beth that she would not be able to sue me once she signed the document. I told her if she did not sign the paper that I would shoot her in the head. I wanted to give her the impression that there was a way out at the end. I figured she cooperates more if she thought that this was what it was all about.
I explained to the slut, “You bitches across this nation think that you are going to take down every powerful man and boss with this Me-Too thing. I am here to tell you, not all of us are going to lay down for this bullshit. You’re not going to ruin my life you fucking cunt.”
Beth begged, “I’ll sign the papers now, just let me go!” I said “I’ll let you go when you fuck me and my friend! And if you don’t get into it and perform well and show us you like it, you’re done! You can’t fool me, Beth, I know whether you are into it. You give us a good threesome and then sign the papers and I’ll take you back to your car.”
Beth became quiet and you could see in her eyes she was trying to formulate a plan of escape. Little did the slut know, we had other plans. She did not say a word the rest of the way there.
I pulled up to the back door of the crematory and backed the van up to the door. I walked along the side of the windowless van towards the back door. As I opened the door Beth sat there in the cage looking very nervous. She was practically shaking in the cage. I thought she was handling it fine but looking at her face I could see she was coming apart. The lock was on a key lock, so I pulled out the key from my pocket and unlocked the cage. Jack was standing there waiting on us. I dragged Beth out of the cage and dragged her into the room. Jack had already got the plastic tarp down that was covering nearly the whole room. The room itself was small, it was maybe five-hundred square feet. There were shelves along the walls that were filled with metal can and jars of chemical stuff. The room was painted gray and there were two chairs in the room. The one wall was nothing but the metal oven. It almost looked like something you would cook a pizza in, but much larger. There was a pipe that went from the oven to the ceiling and then out of the roof for ventilation. It was like a wood oven stove that released the smoke through the roof.
Beth asked about the tarp, and I told her, in case you do not fuck us well, then I’m going to shoot you in the head and throw you in that oven. I was pointing towards the oven that they cremate people with, and her face went pale white.
I told Jack, “Beth here is going to let us fuck her anyway we want and she going to like it. Jack, she fucks us good or she goes in the oven.” Jack got excited and said, “I hear that! We’ll Me-Too her right up her ass.” I asked, “How about it, Beth? Do you like it in the ass?” Beth said loudly, “No!”
Galvin asked, “What did you say?” Beth cried out, “Yes, yes, I like it in my ass!” Galvin ordered Beth to take off her clothes. Beth looked at both of us and in an instant gave up her will. She knew this was the only way out of it and she resigned herself to the task ahead. I reminded her once again, that she’d better be liking it.
Beth took off her clothes and stood there in the middle of the room naked with her big tits. She was a good looking BBW and my friend had not been laid in years. Jack and I both took off our clothes and placed it in the corner of the room. I was so excited that I was already fully erect, and Jack was in the same condition. This was the wildest thing I had ever done, and it felt great. Beth put on a smile and went into character.
Beth said in a shaking voice, “Ok boys, you went through a lot of trouble to get this pussy.” Beth got on her knees and I placed my cock into her mouth. It was a very familiar feeling because we had done it hundreds of times. She started to jerk off Jack and went back and forth sucking our dicks. It wasn’t too long before she was on her hands and knees getting fucked from behind with a cock in her mouth. I could see Jack was really getting into it.
We took turns fucking her pussy, her mouth and up her ass. There was a moment halfway into it where I could tell Beth really was into it. I’ve known her long enough to know when she is in the mood and somehow all this danger turned her on and her pussy was dripping wet.
After we covered her with cum from head to toe and while her back was turned away from me, I picked up the Colt and smashed her in the back of the head. Blood went everywhere! It was wild how the blood meshed with her red hair. Jack got a little startled because he did not know I was going to do that at that moment. As she laid unconscious on the plastic tarp, I asked Jack to help me roll her up into it.
Jack asked whether we should shoot her first or throw her in the oven alive. I told him that she was not worth the price of a bullet. Jack opened the oven and helped me lift her up and put her in it. He closed the oven door and hit a switch and the oven came alive. I couldn’t hear her scream, but I did notice the strange smell that comes from cremating a person. It is a weird smell that I really have no words to describe.
Jack and I stood around the room and you could not tell anything ever happened here. It was a perfect situation. She was gone and turned to ash and there was nothing left to show she was there.
I asked smiling, “So, did you like it?” “Was that fun for you?” Jack replied, “Yes, I loved it, but she seemed to like it too much. I want to see what it is like when they don’t like it.” I told Jack, “If you and I play our cards right and keep our mouths shut, we can try every scenario we can think of.” Jack, looking like he was a new man said, “I can’t wait to do this again.”
I said my goodbyes. Jack stayed behind to do some shit to the oven, so his dad does not see any extra ash and I went home to my wife. I was so excited over what happened, that I could not help but to fuck my wife all night long. It was the best sex we’d had in years.
The week after my first murder the airways were being slammed with this whole thing around Trump’s Supreme Court Nominee. Many people did not believe Dr. Christine Blasey Ford or her claim of sexual assault and believe that Judge Brett Kavanaugh is not the person who tried to rape her. You wouldn’t know these voices existed, because people who hold an alternative opinion that differs from this narrative, were shut out. There even more than shut out, if you raise questions, you are attacked and crushed under the Me-Too foot, where nuance and process do not exist.
I associate myself with actor Sean Penn’s comments on the subject. According to Penn, “I think it’s influenced by the things that are developing in terms of the empowerment of women who’ve been acknowledging each other and being acknowledged by men. This is a movement that was largely shouldered by a kind of receptacle of the salacious,” Penn said. “The spirit of much of what has been the Me-Too movement is to divide men and women.”
Sean goes on to say, “I’m very suspicious of a movement that gets glommed onto, in great stridency and rage, and without nuance. And even when people try to discuss it in a nuanced way, the nuance itself is attacked … It’s too black and white. In most things that are very important, it’s really good to just slow down.”
Everything that surrounded Dr. Ford looked suspicious. She had no idea where this crime was committed or even when. She was drinking alcohol and now wanted us to sick the FBI on a crime that was thirty-six years old in which the time and whereabouts of this crime were unknown. Maybe the good doctor was still on the sauce because that is an outrageous request. The FBI had no jurisdiction over such a thing.
The red flags to me at the time was the fact that Senator Feinstein had this info for months and sprung it once the confirmation process was over and going for a vote. That is a huge flag and I did not believe the senator’s explanation on why. The whole thing seemed too political. The Washington Times reported that Dr. Ford’s lawyer was a political animal that has connections to George Soros. The Democrats just wanted to delay the vote until after the election. Senator Graham said that at the time, and I agreed with him. Here is how you know it was all political, the arm of the Democratic Party, the mainstream media, were doing their level best to try to force a delay. It is so important to them, that they were willing to force a new norm on all of us, where grown adults could have their lives destroyed later in life, because of something they did or did not do as a minor. My efforts with Jack was to fight back against the tyranny of the vagina.
Word broke the next Sunday when Deborah Ramirez, a Yale classmate of Kavanaugh’s, claimed she got drunk with Brett and he put his dick in her face and other crap. You’d think the broad would be grateful, but now she wanted to destroy the man. Watching the Me-Too movement try to take down this judge really pissed me off. I felt it was time to look for another whore to burn up. Women had to pay for all of this.
The last Thursday in September 2018 the judge and the doctor got their hearing. It was like the whole country shut down for the day to watch. I took the day off work to watch. It was must-see TV and it did not disappoint. First up was Dr. Christine Blasey Ford and it was just strange. The woman spoke in a baby voice and describe a scenario in which thirty-five or six years ago, she didn’t remember when, Brett, in a drunken state, jumped on top of her in a bed, covered her mouth, and rolled off her laughing. The doctor said she thought he was going to rape her or kill her by accident. She claimed it traumatized her for life and screwed up her grades in college years later. It was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. Somehow the poor doctor could not move past this childish event in high school and was forever scarred. I mean if that is not nuts, I don’t know what is. She was so delicate of a human being, that she felt post-traumatic stress disorder for the rest of her life. The whole testimony was crazy town. She could not remember when this happened, couldn’t remember where it happened or how she got to this house or how she got home. Yet, somehow the left claimed she was credible and set off on a smear campaign to destroy the judge. The character assassination towards the judge was the worst I’ve ever seen. The said he was part of a ring in high school that would drug up girls and gang rape them. It was the most incredible thing to watch them tear down this good man. Nothing and I mean nothing angered me more to continue killing as many bitches as I could in response to this attack on man.
Then the judge had his turn to testify, he came out roaring! The judge thundered and said, “Mr. Chairman, Ranking Member Feinstein, members of the committee, thank you for allowing me to make my statement. I wrote it myself yesterday afternoon and evening. No one has seen a draft, or it, except for one of my former law clerks. This is my statement.
Less than two weeks ago, Dr. Ford publicly accused me of committing wrongdoing at an event more than 36 years ago when we were both in high school. I denied the allegation immediately, categorically and unequivocally. All four people allegedly at the event, including Dr. Ford’s longtime friend, Ms. Keyser, have said they recall no such event. Her longtime friend, Ms. Keyser, said under penalty of felony that she does not know me, and does not believe she ever saw me at a party, ever.
Here is the quote from Ms. Keyser’s attorney’s letter: quote, “Simply put, Ms. Keyser does not know Mr. Kavanaugh, and she has no recollection of ever being at a party or gathering where he was present, with or without Dr. Ford,” end quote. Think about that fact.
The day after the allegation appeared, I told this committee that I wanted a hearing as soon as possible to clear my name. I demanded a hearing for the very next day. Unfortunately, it took the committee 10 days to get to this hearing. In those 10 long days, as was predictable, and as I predicted, my family and my name have been totally and permanently destroyed by vicious and false additional accusations. The 10-day delay has been harmful to me and my family, to the Supreme Court and to the country.
When this allegation first arose, I welcomed any kind of investigation, Senate, FBI or otherwise. The committee now has conducted a thorough investigation, and I’ve cooperated fully. I know that any kind of investigation — Senate, FBI, Montgomery County Police — whatever, will clear me. Listen to the people I know. Listen to the people who’ve known me my whole life. Listen to the people I’ve grown up with, and worked with, and played with, and coached with, and dated, and taught, and gone to games with, and had beers with. And listen to the witnesses who allegedly were at this event 36 years ago. Listen to Ms. Keyser. She does not know me. I was not at the party described by Dr. Ford.
This confirmation process has become a national disgrace. The Constitution gives the Senate an important role in the confirmation process, but you have replaced advice and consent with search and destroy.
Since my nomination in July, there’s been a frenzy on the left to come up with something, anything to block my confirmation. Shortly after I was nominated, the Democratic Senate leader said he would, quote, “oppose me with everything he’s got.” A Democratic senator on this committee publicly — publicly referred to me as evil — evil. Think about that word. It’s said that those who supported me were, quote, “complicit in evil.” Another Democratic senator on this committee said, quote, “Judge Kavanaugh is your worst nightmare.” A former head of the Democratic National Committee said, quote, “Judge Kavanaugh will threaten the lives of millions of Americans for decades to come.”
I understand the passions of the moment, but I would say to those senators, your words have meaning. Millions of Americans listen carefully to you. Given comments like those, is it any surprise that people have been willing to do anything to make any physical threat against my family, to send any violent e-mail to my wife, to make any kind of allegation against me and against my friends. To blow me up and take me down.
You sowed the wind for decades to come. I fear that the whole country will reap the whirlwind.
The behavior of several of the Democratic members of this committee at my hearing a few weeks ago was an embarrassment. But at least it was just a good old-fashioned attempt at Borking.
Those efforts didn’t work. When I did at least OK enough at the hearings that it looked like I might get confirmed, a new tactic was needed.
Some of you were lying in wait and had it ready. This first allegation was held in secret for weeks by a Democratic member of this committee, and by staff. It would be needed only if you couldn’t take me out on the merits.
When it was needed, this allegation was unleashed and publicly deployed over Dr. Ford’s wishes. And then — and then as no doubt was expected — if not planned — came a long series of false last-minute smears designed to scare me and drive me out of the process before any hearing occurred.
Crazy stuff. Gangs, illegitimate children, fights on boats in Rhode Island. All nonsense reported breathlessly and often uncritically by the media.
This has destroyed my family and my good name. A good name built up through decades of very hard work and public service at the highest levels of the American government.
This whole two-week effort has been a calculated and orchestrated political hit, fueled with apparent pent-up anger about President Trump and the 2016 election. Fear that has been unfairly stoked about my judicial record. Revenge on behalf of the Clintons. and millions of dollars in money from outside left-wing opposition groups.
This is a circus. The consequences will extend long past my nomination. The consequences will be with us for decades. This grotesque and coordinated character assassination will dissuade competent and good people of all political persuasions, from serving our country.
And as we all know, in the United States political system of the early 2000s, what goes around comes around. I am an optimistic guy. I always try to be on the sunrise side of the mountain, to be optimistic about the day that is coming.
But today, I have to say that I fear for the future. Last time I was here, I told this committee that a federal judge must be independent, not swayed by public or political pressure.
I said I was such a judge, and I am. I will not be intimidated into withdrawing from this process. You’ve tried hard. You’ve given it everything. No one can question your effort, but your coordinated and well-funded effort to destroy my good name and to destroy my family will not drive me out. The vile threats of violence against my family will not drive me out.
You may defeat me in the final vote, but you’ll never get me to quit. Never.
I’m here today, to tell the truth. I’ve never sexually assaulted anyone. Not in high school, not in college, not ever.”
I stood up in the middle of my living room and screamed I’ll get them all judge! By the end of October 2018, the Me-Too movement was attacking Sleeping Beauty and other fairytales! They said kissing Sleeping Beauty while she is sleeping is an assault! Can you believe that shit? They said the kiss was without Sleeping Beauty consent! They went after other fairytales too.
The entire movement was completely out of control. I got so enraged! I was filled with rage over this movement. I became rage itself. It was time for more blood to flow.
The November 2018 midterm elections were coming around and I came up with an idea how to find our next cunt to turn to ash. I had Jack meet me at a popular pizzeria on the beach to discuss my idea. We sat down for a slice of New York Style Pizza that was to die for. Jack, I came up with an idea on how we can find our next slut to torture.
I explained to Jack, “Well, the first bitch was easy to find, she worked for me, I knew her, and she was trying to destroy my life. I sat for days thinking about how we could find more women without it bringing any attention back towards us. I figured, if we chose women randomly, there would be no tracking it back to us. The cops came to my office to question me about a woman who worked for me that went missing, but in no way were I or my company even being looked at over her disappearance.”
Jack’s response was, “So, what did you come up with? I’ve been thinking back on that day and I can’t wait to do this again. I can’t tell you in words how exhilarating it was to be a part of what we did.”
Since the election was coming up this week, I thought we would use it to our advantage. I could have some magnetic signs made for the van that says, “Ride to the Ballot Box” and we could drive that van through a poor black neighborhood and offer a ride to the polls. Instead of bringing her to the voting booth, we bring her back to the crematory and do our thing.
Jack said, “That is brilliant! That could work!” I told Jack, “Now, we can’t throw her in the cage, we must make her think she is going to vote. We need to put a seat in the van for her to sit on, we drive her to your place and tell her that your place is also one of the polling places. We get her inside and we’re off to the races.” Jack replied, “We got a week to pull this off. I’ll get another tarp and you take care of the van.”
We sat and ate the best pizza pie in the Space Coast and finished up with cannoli. Then we got in our cars and drove away with our new-found mission. I was so excited that we were going to do this again. I could not get the fun out of my mind. I felt like I was developing an addiction to murder, or at least, an addiction to getting away with murder.
Election day came around and I drove the van through brown town looking to pick up our next cunt to deliver to the ashbin of history for the Me-Too movement. I pulled up to a stop sign when two black women knocked on my driver’s side window and asked me if I was taking folks to the polls. I smiled and told them of course and I let them in the van.
Earlier in the week, I pulled the dog cage out of the van and put in some normal seats for the bitches to sit on. I was quite sure nobody would voluntarily get in the van if there were but two seats up front and a cage in the back. The black whores got in and we were on our way. One was not bad looking, she was in her thirties or maybe early forties, but the other was this old bitty, who was no doubt, not far removed from the segregation hay days.
On the way to the crematory, the gigs were going off about how the Democrats were going to flip Congress and how bad the Republicans were. I agreed with them as I drove as to make them feel comfortable, knowing inside I wanted to strangle them right there in the van, for their political views.
As we pulled up to their doom, the other chick said that she knew this place and that one of her family members was cremated here. I told them that the owner was very politically active and volunteered the building to the county as a polling place. Their excitement was in the air and they could not wait to advance their political wet dreams upon the electorate and cast their misplaced vote. Why this group of people got the right to vote is beyond me. I know slavery was a real strain on the nation in modern times, but the real stain is that these bastards breed and now we got tens of millions of them.
As soon as we enter the death room, Jack just jumped on them. He was beating them with a pipe, and they went down like a sack of potatoes. We both duct taped them. We bound up their arms and legs, but we did not tape up their mouths. We wanted to hear what they had to say.
The older woman asked why we were doing this. The other woman was just crying and bleeding out of her mouth. I told the bitches that this was about the Me-Too movement. They laid there all confused. The look on their faces was priceless.
The older black woman said, “I think you have the wrong people sir; we do not know anything about the Me-Too movement.”
I said, “You’re a lying whore! You damn well know all you women are complaining about men and trying to ruin their lives!” The older black woman said, “Mister we do not even know you two. Please, please just let us go.” Jack said, “The only way you two get out of this is if you suck our dicks right now and you suck it like you are liking it!”
The older woman told the younger chick to just do what they say. Jack and I pull off our pants and kneeled before the women who were laying on the ground all taped up. We stuck our dicks in their mouths and they started to suck away. Our cocks grew in their mouths as their big black lips sucked away. It was one of the greatest blowjobs I had ever received. That old bitch knew what she was doing and Jack’s whore looked like she was doing a good job too. There was blood all over Jack’s dick because she was bleeding from the mouth. Jack seemed to have loved it.
We both blew huge loads in their mouths and down their throats. It was a glorious day. As we were putting our pants back on the women were asking if they can leave now. Without hesitation, Jack smashed his lady with a pipe and beat her to death. The old woman watched in horror and screamed at the top of her lungs. I helped Jack put his dead whore in the oven and he turned it on. At this point the older woman was in total shock and became quiet. She started praying to her God.
After her friend was turned to ash, we opened the oven and tossed in my old bitch and burned her alive. It was one of the single most exciting days I had ever had. Jack was feeling it too. We cleaned up and I told Jack I’ll see you next time. I got in the van and drove away. I thought about getting pancakes, I was a little hungry. I drove to the I-Hop.
My wife found this story on Facebook. “So, I just got back home from work. My dog is laying on the back patio covered in dirt with a rabbit in his mouth. The Rabbit’s not bloody, just dirty. Now, my neighbor’s kids raise these Blue-Ribbon WINNER Rabbits. I instantly knew it was one of their rabbits. So, I took the rabbit away from my dog, I rushed inside, washed all the dirt off it before my neighbors could come home.
It was stiff but I heard some animals play dead when they are AFRAID, I couldn’t remember which animals because I was NERVOUS. I took it and placed it back in one of the cages, then I ZOOMED back home. NOT 30 minutes later, I hear my neighbors screaming. So, I go out and ask them what’s wrong? They tell me their rabbit died three days ago and they buried it but now it’s back in the cage.”
When my wife read this to me, I could not stop laughing. It was the funniest thing I have heard in years. Whether that story is true or not, I can’t help but picture something like that happening in real life. If it did, I wonder if the neighbor came clean with her role as the zombie rabbit. Or, did she leave that family and those kids thinking their property was some kind of Pet Cemetery out of a Stephen King Novel?
The one rabbit story I know is true goes like this and it is the best Easter story I have heard.
“Jesus, the Resurrection, Easter Bunny, chocolate, candy, colored eggs and more. What do you think of when you think of Easter? I think of the ripped apart dead bodies of rabbits. It reminds me of a story I was told by a friend. On Easter day a friend of a friend explained on the phone, the Easter from Hell. It was a single mother who lived in the deep south. She was a mother of three young kids and Easter had something of a secular tradition at her house.
Each year the woman would fill up these little plastic shopping carts with Easter baskets and chocolate bunnies and eggs. She would place the shopping carts in front of the front door, outside on the porch. When the children would wake up on Easter morning, they would run into her room asking whether the Easter Bunny came or not. The mother would go tell them to look and all the kids would go running for the front door and open it to find their Easter surprise.
Well, one Easter started out in this similar manner. The children came running into her room all excited asking if the Easter Bunny came. The mom told them to go and see. The kids took off like a bat out of hell. She could hear them running down the stairs toward the front door. A smile crossed her lips as she anticipated the shrieks of joy when the kids saw their baskets. She heard the door open and what came next were not shrieks of joy but blood-curdling screams. Complete chaos broke out.
His mother jumped up and grabbed her robe and started running down the stairs. As she got to the door, she realized what had happened. Their two dogs got hold of a wild rabbit right outside the front door and were tearing it apart limb by limb! The children were screaming because they thought that the dogs had killed the Easter Bunny! The moment they opened the door was the moment the rabbit’s head was torn from the body.
Their shocked faces were frozen while they stood there perceiving that the Easter Bunny was being ripped apart. There were blood and guts everywhere. The whole ordeal was out of control. After she got the kids to calm down, she had to explain to them that it wasn’t the actual Easter Bunny but just one of his helpers that got eaten by the dogs.”
For me, I have had rabbits as pets and I also loved flying down to the Princess Casino in Freeport, Bahamas and eating their glazed rabbit at their buffet bar every weekend. Say what you want about the interaction between dogs and rabbits. Our interaction as humans with these furry creatures is just as dichotomous. It did get me thinking about some other ways to kill, a pack of wild dogs seemed doable. I’m wondering how long we would have this crematory anyway. We must think of other ways to kill these bitches. Maybe use bitches, a pack of them. Let the dogs eat them alive.
I couldn’t tell Jack, but I thought it would be better if I killed his father, so we could have the crematory to ourselves and not have to wait for just the weekend. The kind of blood we needed to shed could no longer be a part-time thing. It was time to put some real effort into our bloodshed. We needed to be able to kill at will and any day of the week.
I knew that Jack’s old man took this early morning walks along the beach. I followed the old man for a few mornings and saw that he used Arthur Avenue Beach in Cape Canaveral to do his walks. This was perfect because that beach was secluded and there were no cameras anywhere.
So, one morning I followed him to that road and when he got out of his car and started to walk towards the beach, I ran him over with the van. I even backed back over him to make sure he was dead, and I drove away.
A couple of days went by and I called Jack to talk about what we would do the following weekend and he told me the news. He said, “Galvin, I can’t do it this weekend. My father was killed in a hit and run, and we have his funeral.” I told Jack that this was horrible and gave him my condolences. Before we hung up the phone I said, “Jack I hate to ask, but what does this mean in regard to the crematory?” He paused for a few seconds as if it was the first time, he thought about it and said, “It’s mine now.”
A couple of months went by and Jack finally called. He told me that the estate was settled and that he was in the procession of his father’s entire estate, including the crematory. He wanted to meet and told me he had some ideas.
I meet Jack at Pacific Rim on Merritt Island. The sushi at this place was above average and we took a corner table so we could speak without any ears eavesdropping in. We ordered the King Kong Platter and a couple of imported beers and I sat there and listen to Jack and what his plans were about our hobby.
Over the course of dinner, Jack told me that he can’t live without the killing. He said that it was a part of him now and that he would never stop. He told me that there were no restrictions on us anymore, except for regular business hours. He said we had any night of the week we wanted to burn up some whores. He too kept up with the latest carnage over the Me-Too movement, and he was anxious to get back to burning up these sluts. There over some high-end Sushi and some quality beer, we cemented our friendship for life. We simply were not going to stop until the women of this country stopped their bullshit of ruining men’s life and everything went back to normal again. We were Making America Great Again, and we were taking back our country one killing at a time. We were fighting against the “Cancel Culture” that was spawned by the Me-Too movement. We were going to be the ones doing the canceling. It all felt so great, we were powerful, Jack and I were Gods. Wise men servicing the whims of women would not stand!
It was so loud, and it was crashing all around us. You could see the dents it was causing all over the place. It shattered and hurt more than one person. It cut everything in its way. The movement was fierce and fast, only to come to an abrupt halt. It was me after all. It was me waking up from a coma on September 18th, 2019.
As my eye started to focus on the hospital room around me. Everything was very bright, and I started to see figures come into focus. It was my wife and my mother standing over me to the left and my daughter to the right. My wife said I was involved in a car accident and I was the only one to survive. Everyone in the car perished but me. All my friends were gone. My mother told me the doctor said I even flat-lined and died for a few minutes, but they brought me back. My daughter said I had been in a coma for two weeks.
Everyone was crying for joy and saying what a miracle I was. My wife asked me whether I saw anything when I died. She asked, “Did you see God?” or “Did you see a light?” As I looked at her beautiful face, I realized there was no way I could tell her that I dreamt I was a serial killer.
They all looked so happy that I was alive, I just couldn’t ruin the vibe in the room. How on Earth can I explain that some imagery guy name Jack help me burn up women in an oven? Nope, there was no getting into any of that. In the end, the Me-Too movement followed me all the way into the realm of death. It followed me into the deepest part of my psyche. I think it is time for me to treat women better. Maybe that is the message?