Monday, May 27, 2024

Overheard at Table 1: The Greatest Army

The Greatest Army


The greatest army we ever faced?  Strangely enough, it was the army that never came at us with guns or tanks or planes or bombs.  They came at us, babbling about their Savior, and how we needed to stop our killing and learn to love and live in peace.

We killed 'em.  Sure, we killed 'em.  By the dozens.  By the hundreds, but they kept coming.

That was the weird thing.  They kept coming.  Never stopped going on and on about their Savior.

Eventually, though, we did kill them all.  At least, we thought we did.  You see, they stopped coming, so we thought that was the end of it.  But of all the armies we'd ever gone up against, this was the one we couldn't forget.  Couldn't get it out of our minds - these crazy soldiers, always going on about their Savior.

Some of us even starting proclaiming this Savior.  Just a few at first, and then a handful more, and then more.

So, you see, it's almost as though, in the end, they won.  They were the greatest army we ever faced.




Friday, May 3, 2024

Overheard at Table 1: April is TCM - Conversation with Artichokie

 #horrorprompt 1428 no sanctity


Detective Samson Liang visited Arthur James Choake (AKA “Artichokie”) on April 20, 2024, where Choake is on Death Row in a Maximum Security Prison in Oklahoma.  Here is a partial transcript of the recorded conversation


SL: … I brought all this to you because I thought you could help.


AJC:  Still don’t know why you thought I’d be of any help, Detective.


SL: Looking over everything we know about this TCM killer, it seems like you both share the same … determination.


AJC: Thanks for the compliment, detective.

 

SL: It wasn’t a compliment.


AJC: Yeah it was.  You just don’t want to admit it.   But anyhoo, all I can tell you is what you already know:  he’s killing members of this “dark poets community” – how many is that?


SL: Hundreds – even thousands.


AJC: Well, you got a lot to choose from, but mainly it seems like he’s going for the ones he thinks are not “real writers” – those who don’t actually write or who just fool around in other people’s DMs.

 

SL: But why?

 

AJC: I would say it’s because there’s no sanctity in these people’s approach to writing.  Or at least, that’s not what he sees.  He sees them as “betraying” the sanctity of writing.


SL: Kinda like you.  Killing sinners.


AJC: Correction.  I kill UNREPENTANT sinners.  Those who will never choose to turn their lives back toward the Lord.  Your guy here, well, seems like he’s already made his mind up.  He’s an editor.  In his mind, the whole community is a book, and he’s whittling it down until it’s fit for publication.

 

SL: That’s insane.

 


AJC: Writers are a strange bunch, but editors, well, they’re even stranger.  Their logic is well, let’s just say, it’s esoteric.

 

SL: That’s not very helpful.

 

AJC: Just look for the ones in the group what haven’t actually written a lot in the past few years.  Start with them.  HE certainly has.

 

SL: We’ve already figured that angle and we’ve got a list.  Don’t know if you’ve a whole lot of help, but thanks.

 

AJC: It does seem to me that if you don’t stop him before the end of the month, you never will.  


SL: How do you figure?


AJC:  April is the cruelest month?  Detective, that should be obvious.  When May first gets here, if you haven’t taken this guy out, he’s either gonna take himself out or he’ll go to ground until next year.


SL: Why do you think that?


AJC: Because the story will be finished.  Ready for publication.  In his mind at least.   So, you got ten more days.  Oh, and if you do catch him, tell him ‘2 Peter 3:17’

 

SL: Do I have to look that up or are you gonna tell me?


AJC: “Be careful that you are not carried away with the error of lawless people and lose your own stability.”  You would do well to hold on that verse yourself.

 

SL: See ya ‘round, Arthur.


AJC: You know where I am, Detective. I ain’t goin’ nowhere but the chair.


Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Overheard at Table 1: Notes for April is the Cruelest Month

 
April is the Cruelest Month

"Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability. "
— Percy Bysshe Shelley


What does that mean?
 

It means that I’m going to mute you now.
 

The sharpened rebar pierced Marc through his navel, and erupted from his spine.  Marc was lifted high into the air, impaled and screaming, and brought down savagely onto the ground.
 

1/2
 

Oh my GOD! Mags! what he’s doing to that poor man.
 

I know!  Glorious, isn’t it!
 

No, it’s horrible
 

The beautiful brutality! Finally, a man worthy of our lust!
 

What do you mean OUR lust?
 

 2/2
#Mags




I brought this to you because I thought you could help.
 

How can I help?  
 

You both share the same … determination.
 

Thank you for the compliment, detective.
 

It wasn’t a compliment.
 

Yes it was.  You just don’t want to admit it.   But anyhoo, all I can tell you is what you already know:  he’s killing member of this “dark poets community” – how many is that?
 

Hundreds – even thousands.
 

Well, you got a lot to choose from, but mainly it seems like he’s going for the ones he thinks are not “real writers” – those who don’t actually write or who just fool around in other people’s DMs.
 

But why?
 

He’s an editor.  In his mind, the whole community is a book, and he’s whittling it down until it’s fit for publication.
 

That’s insane.
 

Writers are a strange bunch, but editors, well, they’re even stranger.  Their logic is well, let’s just say, it’s esoteric.
 

That’s not very helpful.
 

Just look for the ones in the group what haven’t actually written a lot in the past few years.  Start with them.  HE certainly has.
 

Thanks … don’t know if you’ve been much help, but thanks.
 

Oh, and detective, if you do catch him, tell him 2 Peter 3:17
 

Do I have to look that up or are you gonna tell me.
 

“Be careful that you are not carried away with the error of lawless people and lose your own stability.”   

You would do well to hold on that verse yourself.
 

See ya ‘round, Billy.
 

You know where I am, Detective. I ain’t goin’ nowhere but the chair.

Monday, April 22, 2024

Overheard at Booth 4: Truth and Pain and Light

2024-0419
 

He sang “Start a fucking revolution” to the tune of “Glory Glory Hallelujah” in his car and fed it to his Instagram.  He had driven up from Florida the day before and was now sitting in New York City, a place filled with congestion and people and pamphlets and fences and he could feel the conspiracy crushing him with every breath.
 

He had a box of pamphlets that he’d printed.  The people needed to be told that they are being duped, led, controlled, and ultimately, would be abandoned.  If only the people would listen, but they never seemed to listen.  The people only wandered around in their own worlds, their own little minds, marching back and forth from their jobs to their homes to restaurants and high school football games like ants.  Like mindless ants.
 

They would have to pay attention.  The jury selection for the trial was underway and there were so many media cameras, he would get a perfect shot.  He would light up like a beacon on their cameras.  The media wasn’t good for much anyway, sending out nothing but lies and foam to keep the brains in fog, but at least today they were on a live feed, and they wouldn’t be able to pull away from the light.  
He got out of the car, with his box of pamphlets and the liquid fire.  He was Prometheus.  The bringer of fire the bringer of light the voice crying in the wilderness, “I am come to bring you light, to awake all you who are sleeping in darkness!”
 

He walked to the center of the small square, threw the pamphlets in the air, and doused himself in the liquid fire and lit the spark and suddenly he was light and with light there was pain and such pain it was such exquisite pain and he screamed and in the pain of the scream there was truth, naked truth, and now at last, everyone would awake to the Truth and the Pain and the Light



Sunday, April 21, 2024

Overheard at Table 2: Neighbor's Parties

My neighbor was partying and playing loud music until 2am last night.  I couldn't sleep.  But I remembered what we'd learned in church about doing good to the people who annoy you ... so I stayed awake and at 7am, I started mowing his yard.  Even used the leaf blower.

Saturday, April 20, 2024

Overheard at Table 3: ChristoFascism Kills Leviticus

Just read an article by a man trying to spin Leviticus 14:33

Saying that to be kind to the foreigner was meant only to be kind to the "Ger" which is a foreigner who had specifically asked permission to be in the lands.

This is an attempt to apply it to modern-day America and his argument is that Liberals are trying to use the Scripture to justify open borders.

OK, on that second point, he is using a Strawman logical fallacy: stating that the Liberal use of scripture is promoting some sort of extreme existential threat.  This is simply a lie.  By adding that to his essay, one would easily be able to dismiss the rest of the essay by recognizing that the argument being made is in bad faith and with spurious intent.

However, let's give a bit of credence to the main argument, simply for arguments' sake:

He said that the kindness is only to be extended to the people who had asked for permission to be in the lands.

Immigrants on the southern border turn themselves into Border Patrol asking for asylum.  They are the modern equivalent of asking to stay in our land.

Additionally, the majority of "illegals" have simply overstayed their visa.  They, too, have asked to stay in our land.

A case can be made that the majority of immigrants to the USA have asked to stay in our lands.

Therefore, they fit into the definition of "ger" as the writer of the essay has stated.


Friday, April 19, 2024

Overheard at Table 1: Autopsy Results for the American Empire

 
 
 
 
 
 
And in the end
the autopsy will affirm
that the American Empire
died
from choking on its own vomit