I am sure the last two posts have been a bore fest for those of you out there that are only here for the gore, but it has been and still is my goal to save as many people as I can from their own undoing. I have been consumed by my daughter’s suicide for many years and I let that passion driving me to help as many families avoid that crushing feeling of unanswered loss as I possibly could, the hard truth is; it was an impossible task. In a world of eight billion or so people someone is dying every minute of every day somewhere. It has only been recently that I have changed my focus from the suicidal to the ones responsible for those suicidal tendencies. In some cases that person is the suicidal person themselves and I have to let those people either choose to live or die on their own. In most cases however these people have been driven to the point of no return by a series of events and there are usually one or more persons behind it. Discovering exactly who that person could be is often a challenge and it has become my new focus to find them.
In the case of the mistress and the wife it was relatively easy to find out who the catalyst was behind their grave depression. Dispatching him miraculously revived both of them from their suicidal stupor and as far as I know both of them is still alive. I am not so naive as to think this will be the case each and every time, but let’s face it the cruel people who project their evil feelings on others are the ones who truly deserve to meet a gruesome end. Or that could just be my way of thinking and that is what I am going with. Live and let die is the general saying we have all heard before, but my new motto is let those who are suffering live and kill the ones who are behind the suffering and the world will be a better place.
This new mold I have cast myself from is not reversible. Unlike before when I only preyed on the ones who were hell bent on self-destruction, any person is a possible prospect now. It is the investigation process that drives me now. I still follow my same practices as before with the suicidal person, because it is what I know. I just have to delve deeper into what the root issues are and who is the main driving force behind them. Since I have a never ending pool of suicidal persons to choose from I did not have to re-tool my practices to any great extent. In fact I never missed a beat on my weekly schedule. I may not have posted in some time, but that does not mean that I have not been busy doing what it is that I do.
Live and let die; how does one make that decision? Anyone who harms children deserves to die; any other circumstance is a bit cloudier. Those whom are excessively cruel are usually easy to ferret out, as are the sexual deviants and drug pushers. It is generally with these three classes of prospects that I chose to start with. Ironically I found a new prospect that actually fit into all three categories, a cruel evil sexual deviant drug dealing witch; in general a huge pile of human excrement that the world would likely never miss.
While doing some research I came across MsFUup. (I swear that was her real screen name.) I was directed to her by two different suicidal prospects. After reading the bazar tales from the two women about MsFUup, it was an easy decision to make her a prime example of what the new me was all about. After only tailing her twice, I realized that MsFUup was actually 100% worse that what I had read about. She was the type of person that made a succubus look like a Catholic school girl. In the end she was praying like she knew God; only He knows the answer to that, because I did not care.
In the case of the mistress and the wife it was relatively easy to find out who the catalyst was behind their grave depression. Dispatching him miraculously revived both of them from their suicidal stupor and as far as I know both of them is still alive. I am not so naive as to think this will be the case each and every time, but let’s face it the cruel people who project their evil feelings on others are the ones who truly deserve to meet a gruesome end. Or that could just be my way of thinking and that is what I am going with. Live and let die is the general saying we have all heard before, but my new motto is let those who are suffering live and kill the ones who are behind the suffering and the world will be a better place.
This new mold I have cast myself from is not reversible. Unlike before when I only preyed on the ones who were hell bent on self-destruction, any person is a possible prospect now. It is the investigation process that drives me now. I still follow my same practices as before with the suicidal person, because it is what I know. I just have to delve deeper into what the root issues are and who is the main driving force behind them. Since I have a never ending pool of suicidal persons to choose from I did not have to re-tool my practices to any great extent. In fact I never missed a beat on my weekly schedule. I may not have posted in some time, but that does not mean that I have not been busy doing what it is that I do.
Live and let die; how does one make that decision? Anyone who harms children deserves to die; any other circumstance is a bit cloudier. Those whom are excessively cruel are usually easy to ferret out, as are the sexual deviants and drug pushers. It is generally with these three classes of prospects that I chose to start with. Ironically I found a new prospect that actually fit into all three categories, a cruel evil sexual deviant drug dealing witch; in general a huge pile of human excrement that the world would likely never miss.
While doing some research I came across MsFUup. (I swear that was her real screen name.) I was directed to her by two different suicidal prospects. After reading the bazar tales from the two women about MsFUup, it was an easy decision to make her a prime example of what the new me was all about. After only tailing her twice, I realized that MsFUup was actually 100% worse that what I had read about. She was the type of person that made a succubus look like a Catholic school girl. In the end she was praying like she knew God; only He knows the answer to that, because I did not care.