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  You will never know how much I wanted to kill them with the curse, and know they were going to burn in Hell. You may not agree with me and you may be a Christian, so if you pray for God to take me to Heaven, then that is fine with me. I don’t want to live anymore. I have seen Jesus Christ and things that I can’t tell you about, so I don’t want to be here on this cursed land anymore. Many people now fear me and God because of the power I wheel.

  You must also realize that where there is death, there must also be life. With the power to curse, comes the power to bless. I have been asked by many people who don’t believe in Christ, to pray over their dying family members. I know that Satan is the giver of disease and death, and I also know that Christ has all power over Satan. Given the fact that I know this is all true, I can command Satan to let go of the sick and dying in the name of Jesus Christ, and he must obey. All get healed if I pray over them. That’s just the way it is. If some faith healer says that it’s Gods will for someone less than 70 years of age to die, then that is a lie from Hell. Psalm chapter 90, verse 10 promises 70 years of life, and 80 years if there be strength. This is the truth and anyone who disagrees is in error. If someone tells you that I’m wrong, then tell them to square off with me and we’ll see who is left standing when we’re finished. My God is God and I’m ready to die for Him any day. If anyone else believes that their god is God, then let them come and I will curse them and they will die and many of their faith, will believe in my God. Wouldn’t it be better if one of them dies, then for all of them to perish because of their false religion?

  You may say that I’m mad and that’s ok. But I know that I’m right and the world will one day stand before my King and my God and answer to Him. You have read the truth and if you never believe it, then screw you! I hope you live a miserable life and then you burn in a place called Hell forever. I know where I’m going, so screw you, I’m going to Heaven

  Paparazzi Killer

  By: Andrew J. Green

  When I first got out of the military, my sisters threw me a welcome home party. They invited family members along with a lot of our friends. At the party, one of the guests took me aside and asked me if I would like to work for him. When I asked him what I would be doing, he said I would be using the skills I had learned in the military. It was well known that I was a sniper and basically a trained killer. I was deliberately playing dumb when I asked him what exactly I would be doing. He said that since I had been an excellent marksman in the military, he could use my services in the line of work he was in. I knew what he wanted and I wasn’t to excited about his proposition. I didn’t want to be hired into that lifestyle at all.

  My best friend’s father was a New York State Trooper for his entire life and he spent most of the time putting people like this guest in prison. He was very good to me while growing up and I had far to much respect for him to disappoint him by accepting a proposition to become a hit man. Later on when the party was in full swing, I’m told that the Trooper pulled the propositioning guest aside and told him to leave me alone. The Trooper also told him that if I got involved with that kind of organization, then the organization would be very sorry and that he would make sure of it.

  The following day I told a close relative about the offer I was made. He told me that it seems like in every family there is someone with a shady background and if I wanted to screw up my life, then this was the guy to get involved with. Since I had been gone for the last 3 years, he felt obligated to fill me in on the things that had come to light about some activities that some people at the party were involved in. He assured me that if I had accepted the offer, then I would probably live rich, but would be dead by the time I was 26 years old. After our conversation, I decided to go to college and live the good live.

  20 years has passed since then but I have still kept my shooting and fighting skills sharp. A few years ago I was at the shooting range and was followed by someone in a yellow Hummer. I had been going to the range every week for over a year and could out shoot any of the people on the range. The range is basically in the middle of nowhere and the farthest target is 550 yards away. I could hit the 20” round iron target 9 out of 10 times in high winds.

  When I was finished firing 50 rounds, I was approached by a man, who introduced himself as Paul. He then told me everything about myself and some things that no one but I knew. I asked him what he wanted. He said that he wanted me to come and work for him. I thought, “Not another mob proposal. God, what do I look like, a trouble magnet?” He told me he was the man employed by a very wealthy and private sector that protects the famous and wealthy elite from the Paparazzi. I told him to explain some more.

  He asked me if I had ever watched the shows on T.V. where the cameramen and photographers constantly harass the famous people of America. I told him I saw it all of the time. He said that the celebrities had finally had enough. After the Princess was killed in England in the accident while trying to flee the Paparazzi, some big celebrities decided to do something about this Cancer that was driving them crazy. They started an underground business that would eliminate Paparazzi who were relentless in their search to photograph them. Not all were to be eliminated; only the ones that were a danger to the lives of the famous families.

  He said that last year alone, three teenage girls of the Hollywood elite, were sexually assaulted by the photographers. On one occasion, the man climbed the fences of the celebrities property and entered the house through the balcony window. The parents were at the premier of a movie that was being released and the man took pictures of the girl while she was changing in her room. The photographer decided to help himself to the girl’s body since the family would never report a rape, because that would only draw more Paparazzi into their lives.

  I asked what ever happened to the rapist. Paul said that’s where the organization came in. He said that the man responsible for the rape had been long since disposed of and the other men had disappeared, thanks to this team. He said that some photographing by the Paparazzi is expected, but that in the last 5 years, the Tabloid industry has drawn in every low life and out of work photographer in the country. He said it has become very dangerous for the famous people in this country to enjoy a normal life.

  I told him what I saw when I watched the Paparazzi. I compared it to the marine life in the ocean. The celebrities are the big fish in the sea, much like a shark. On every shark there are the parasite fish that live off of the shark. These parasites would be the Paparazzi who wouldn’t have anything if they didn’t suck the life out of the celebrities. I told him that I couldn’t believe the celebrities never employed the mob to break some bones and make the Paparazzi go away. He said that some have, but the mob wanted everything the celebrities had. He said that the mob ended up doing more damage than the Paparazzi could ever do. He said that the Paparazzi are just inconsiderate people. They didn’t usually try to destroy the lives of the people they were photographing; they just wanted to get the money shot pictures that would pay big. The mob on the other hand, knew they could extort money from the famous people and would strong arm them into deals that they couldn’t get out of.

  Paul assured me that the police investigations into the deaths of the Paparazzi would never go anywhere because it was all hushed up by the Hollywood big shots. He said that we had a license to kill, and as long as I stayed with his group of people, then I would make a fortune. He said that the Stars paid big bucks for their privacy and this is a service that is exploding in the entertainment industry. He said that very few of our clients knew who we were but in the industry, we were referred to as “The Trash Men.”

  I asked him who were the people he had helped in the past? He said anyone that you never see getting harassed by the Paparazzi. I told him I couldn’t think of a face that I didn’t see the Paparazzi bothering, but that I wondered why some people never were hounded by them. He said that chances are, they’ve paid for The Trash Men’s service and that The Thrash Men have done their jobs well. Paul said that
there are celebrities that the Paparazzi run from because of the fear of what could happen to them if they’re seen taking a picture in their presence.

  He said that we never target a Paparazzo’s family members or loved ones, unless they are with them all of the time. Then we attack the car and put fear into the entire family. Word of our assaults spread through the Paparazzi like wildfire, and they don’t bother our clients anymore. When our clients get together at Junkets or wherever, they’re asked by other collogues why the Paparazzi never bother them while they swarm the others like mosquitoes in a swamp. They will tell their collogues of “The Trash Men” and our phone will be ringing off of the hook. He said that only a current client is allowed to contact us and give us the name of a new client. We will contact and interview a possible celebrity client and make sure it’s not any kind of set up.

  That was 3 years ago and I’m sitting here with a high powered rifle getting ready to waste this Paparazzo that just doesn’t get the hint. I was told that a cop would be pulling him over for failing to use his directional. While the man searched for his insurance and registration, the cop will stab a small hole in the guy’s rear tire. The cop will let the man go with a warning and then leave. The guy will drive for a short distance before realizing his rear tire was flat. When he gets out of the car to look at the problem, I will blow his guts out with my rifle. This will be business as usual.

  It’s not like the guy didn’t get warned to lay off of our client or anything. We blasted pepper spray into his face and told him if the he took one more picture of Ms. X, then he would be killed. Well, we are keeping our promise. The only good thing about this whole killing is that he told a lot of other Paparazzi that he was threatened by someone concerning Ms. X. When they asked him what he was going to do about it, he said he was going to take more pictures of her and harass her like never before. When he took his last roll of pictures of her, I was ordered to cancel his contract with the tabloids. This would also send a great message to the other Paparazzi out there.

  The cop is now leaving and the guy is just sitting there. Now he’s on his cell phone. It’s been 10 minutes and the tire is almost flat. He is now beginning to drive his car but now is pulling back over to the side of the road. Not a single car has passed us in 15 minutes on this remote highway. Ok, he is getting out of his car and looking at his rear tire. I am about 400 yards away from him. I point the gun at him and place the crosshairs of the scope on his chest. I take a deep breath and then exhale. I squeeze the trigger and hear the bullet’s wallop as it hits the man square in the chest. His legs wiggle for a moment as he lays on the ground. A minute passes and he is now dead.

  I have another appointment like this that’s scheduled for tomorrow morning. There is another Paparazzo that hasn’t got the hints concerning a different celebrity, Mr. W. I already know what the newspapers will read. The headlines will read the same thing they have read 27 times earlier this year. Paparazzi Killer Strikes Again.

  Deadly Advertisement

  By: Andrew J. Green

  I can’t believe all of the trouble makers there are in this country. Everywhere I look, I see criminals getting away with murder, rape, robbery, and every other wicked thing you could think of. The justice system is a joke. The law protects the guilty and punishes the victim. I can’t believe the average citizen lets this take place when they could get real justice without doing anything but allowing us to contact them.

  When I was in the military, they taught me all sorts of ways to make someone feel pain. As a matter of fact, there are thousands of old soldiers like me who would love to make some extra money while financial times are tough. I assure you that you’ll get your money’s worth. I know it won’t be cheap, but I guarantee you that when I show you the video of what we do to the criminals who hurt your family; you will feel true justice has been served.

  It will cost you $10,000. for me to dispose of the trash that plagues you. If the criminals involved have caused you such pain that their own deaths won’t be sufficient, then I can target the innocent parts of their family first. This will be an extra $8,000. per. person. We also have group rates. Any number over 5 people will be a flat rate of $5,000. per person. The criminal will be made to watch what his family members had to endure and will know that his family knew he was the reason this happen to them. All of this will take place in an undisclosed location and my team of doctors and dentists will all be dressed in clothing and masks, so their identities will not be known.

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  We will nurse the subject back to full consciousness and then begin to peal their most intimate parts with an old fashioned potato peeler. Our certified dentist will be inflicting pain that is not comprehendible by anyone, no matter how bad their dentist may have ever been. We will also inject the subject’s eyes, with a mixture of different acids that are sure to let them know they’re still alive. Other torture methods will be administered, but I feel they would be to graphic for the average person to hear. The torture will last for 24 hours and then an overdose of Tylenol is administered. The subject will die within 3 days from acute Liver and Kidney failure. The doctor involved assures me that it will be one of the most painfully slow deaths, anyone could ever experience. Their body will be properly disposed of and no connection with us will ever by known.

  I realize that the price is rather expensive but there are political figures that are paid to turn their heads from our actions. For the low income victims of violent crimes, we do have a free service. You will need to show us your tax forms for the last 3 years and your bank statements for the last 5 years. If you can’t produce these statements, we can find this information in our computers.

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  The Beast Within

  By: Andrew J. Green

  I’m so tired. I’m tired of fighting this beast within me. Every where I go, he follow. I can’t be free from him. He taunts me constantly. I know I should do the good thing, but when I’m hurt, the dragon speaks through me and he spews deadly venom, that kills the relationship I had with someone that may have been the reason for my pain. If I hold him in, he grows more powerful and dangerous. I feel that I’m out of control. He is guiding me down a road that will lead to death and murder. I am holding onto him with all of my might. I can’t control him. I don’t know what to do. He has used me to kill and mutilate before, but I’ve never been caught.

  He is coming out of his cage and he may strike on the road. His rage is the power by which he is propelled. I can’t fight him anymore. He is out. He tells some people, that he hopes they’re all killed in a car accident tonight. He tells others that he wants them to be murdered in front of their children. To others, he says he wants their child to die of cancer on Christmas day. I’m out of control and he is ruining my life.

  When he comes out of his cage, he uses all of his energy by vomiting it all on the people in my life. At work the following day, I have to answer for the destruction that he caused. The people I�
��ve associated with, think that I’m crazy and never want to be seen with me again. I’m told of the heartache the dragon has caused. It will be many years before the fires he started with a blast of his vengeance, will be put out.

  I’m leaving this place. The damage is to vast to ever repair. Once again he has destroyed my life. I can’t cut him off of me. I need a greater power than him to cut him off of me. I need someone greater than he, to arrest him and put him back into the cage so he won’t come out. I have had this happen before but the Greater Power tells me I have the key to his cage. My will is to weak to control the dragon. I feel I’m the one in the cage. When he is out, I am in his cage watching him destroy everything. I don’t know what to do. I’m so tired.

  I can’t live like this. When people see me, they shy away. Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. They never know when I’ll snap. When I’m the man I like to be, everyone loves me. I’m funny and can carry on a great conversation. But when someone speaks of deliberately hurting another or bullies another, the dragon comes out of his cage within the twinkling of an eye. He never makes his point without drawing blood on the bully. He hates the bully and wants to hurt the bully in front of his friends. I have been to jail because of what he does.

  When I’ve been around others who know me, they would start trouble with another group just to see the dragon come out of his cage. I fear the dragon, because of the pain and damage he could create. The dragon’s name is, “Mad.” Mad comes out of the cage with fire in his eyes and with a power no man can overcome. He strikes like a serpent from down low. He holds on to his prey like a bear trap and he mauls his prey while he holds it. The prey screams in front of others for help but when help arrives, he crushes it to its knees. The help now jumps into the “blender” and is destroyed.