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waltzshouldbewriting · 6 years ago

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Nemesis (Ghostmind Story 4)

By JD Jackson

First thing first, yes we are all fine.

That being said, you are all probably wondering the reason behind my recent online activities. Well, it all started about two AM when Dan was out helping investigate some weird gas thing.

It started for me when he barged into my room at 2:45 looking like a truck ran him over, minus the injury part.

“What’s wrong?” Was the first thing out of my mouth before my instincts finally kicked in. “Don’t answer that.” I ran from my computer (yes I was still up, sue me) to my bed, where I brushed off the papers I had all over it. I grabbed my weighted blanket, ordered Dan to lie down, and told him to relax.

“You need music - no you don’t,” I said, running through what Dan usually needs while in shutdown mode. I turned off my writing playlist, dimmed the lights, and fetched him a bottle of water.

Aaliyah called me just as I was about to call her.

“Is Dan at your place?” Aaliyah asked. She sounded half-asleep.

“Yes,” I replied, balancing the phone with my computer as I walked out to the living room. “He’s completely zoned. Do you know what happened?”

“Someone attacked him.”

“What?”

My parents were already in the living room, both on the phone. I plopped on the floor and opened up a window on my laptop.

“Let me find a picture,” I said. “See what I can find out.”

I put the phone down, already switching to research mode.

I found a video of the attack in half a minute. My mom handed me a notebook as I wrote and sketched what I saw.

Young. Our age? Design on shirt. One-way fight. Obvious training. Wasn’t seeking to kill, only hurt.

Questions began to form, and that’s when I started with the weird posting on social media.

Does anyone recognize his style of fighting?

Any idea on his symbol?

Anyone recognize him?

Another video came up, this one with a clear picture of the other person’s face. I snapped a screenshot and did a reverse image search just as a few responses came back in.

His fighting is very mixed. Can’t identify any one style.

If I had to guess, he had some jujutsu training mixed in with it.

I found his Facebook page, but it only listed what was definitely a false age and location, and a friends list. So I started searching for his friends.

That logo reminds me of Divinity White’s logo when she was Savage Serpent.

More googling, and I started connecting the dots. A photo on a friend’s timeline here, a jujutsu studio website from his hometown here.

After about thirty minutes, two police officers came to check on Dan. After some convincing from my parents, Dan came out to meet them.

“Any idea who attacked me?” Dan asked. His voice sounded flat, uninterested, but to me that just meant he was still in shutdown.

Police officers don’t know how to deal with him. And they haven’t had to yet, I realized. Not with his device. Which was still on his arm, shattered.

“Not yet,” one of the police officers responded.

“I know,” I offered. “His name is Jason White. He is sixteen years old, trained at an old rundown jujutsu studio in his hometown. He’s the son of Divinity White AKA Savage Serpent. Ms White was a member of the FOCOPI, back twenty years ago. She quit after a bad injury, and eventually married and became a lawyer. Her old secret identity was found at two years ago, shortly after which she and her husband were murdered by someone orphaned by the FOCOPI, which then left Jason orphaned. He moved in with his aunt, who still lives near the FOCOPI headquarters. And there’s an ongoing investigation to see if his aunt is the person behind the new FOCOPI member Avidizer.”

“FOCOPI may be evil, but they don’t involve kids,” one of the police officers said.

“Unless,” I replied. “The kid takes it upon himself to be involved. Jason has had two amber alerts since moving in with his aunt, but resolved quickly. One of the kids in his school with a less secure account seems to think he ran away.”

The other police officer raised an eyebrow. “So what you’re saying is the kid has a role model whose in FOCOPI, which is motive. And he likely tried more dangerous initiation tactics by himself.”

“Until FOCOPI gave in and gave him a safer mission,” I concluded. “Taking on Ghostmind, a superhero with no physical skill.”

“I’ll admit, it makes sense,” the first police officer said. She looked at my parents. “Your child is a good researcher.”

My dad chuckled. “It’s probably all that time they spend researching for that novel.”

“We’ll look deeper into what you’ve found, but we’ll still stay open to other explanations- though this one sounds solid.” The police officer looked at me. “Ever think of getting a job in criminal investigations?”

I made a face and shook my head. “Not creative enough for me.”

The next hour or so, police came and went from my house. I showed them how I did my research and the photos I’d found. Those who had time to react were impressed.

Dan’s parents came over, and the whole Davis Family stayed the night. Then, just a little after sunrise, it was time to start the next day.

Dan was already excused from school, and his mom called in with a family emergency, but the rest of us had to trot on to work and school. Not that I didn’t try to stay with him, but I was close to failing in two classes (like that mattered in the moment) and neither Dan nor my dad wanted me to stay.

So I went to school, despite having no sleep. And slept through most of my classes. When I got home, Dan and his mother were passed out in my room, so I took a nap on the couch.

The rest of the day was spent recovering from that morning. My mom forced us all to eat, even with no appetite. I spent the evening scrolling Tumblr while Dan played video games on his phone and his mother conversed with my parents.

She wanted to head home, but Dan was feeling sick from anxiety and was wary of riding in a car. Neither of them like the house (we are a messy family), and Dan complained once or twice that he should’ve walked the extra ten minutes back to his place initially. I did the best to keep the area clean, but it felt hopeless. Claudia and Aaliyah both showed up after dinner, and Aaliyah brought a tool kit to work on Dan’s device.

That night I didn’t stay up until 2 AM, but I still found myself woken up with a crash around the same time. I was sleeping on the couch, Claudia in one of the recliners, and Aaliyah had moved downstairs to work.

“What was that?” Claudia asked, sitting up.

“I don’t know,” I replied.

My parents creeped out of their room, my mom with a flashlight and my dad with a bat.

“Did you hear that?” My mom asked.

Claudia and I both nodded.

“Get Dan and go downstairs,” my dad barked.

“Why?” Claudia asked. “There’s police officers-“

“Do it.”

Dan was already awake, and he barely complained about the woody smell as we descended the stairs. I led them to a corner, and Aaliyah and Claudia moved a table to cover us.

Dan sighed and leaned his head against the cold wall, his breath speeding up. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest.

“It’s just a precaution,” Claudia whispered. “There’s no reason to panic.”

“I know,” I answered. “Doesn’t mean I can stop.”

“Shhh,” Dan hissed. “Stop talking so loud.”

Something thumped, startling me and Claudia.

“Aaliyah, how long is the repair going to take?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

“Too long,” Aaliyah said.

“That’s not an answer!”

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s not a good idea.”

I sighed. “It would make me feel better if we had a plan.”

“It’s four to one,” Claudia stated. “We could take him.”

“This is a horrible idea!” Aaliyah said.

Dan shook his head. “He’s too good of a fighter.”

“It’s four to one,” I repeated.

“I’m sure he’s trained for that,” Dan replied. “And none of us has.”

“I know a thing or two about strategy.” I looked around the room. “Now if I could only think clearly...” Closing my eyes, I did my best to concentrate. Just pretend it’s a scene in a novel.

“We have only one entrance,” I reasoned. “Umm, let’s see - we could take him by surprise - maybe, uh, nevermind, that wouldn’t work.” I continued to ramble, but slowly an idea began forming. “I think I have a plan. We need a net.”

It wasn’t hard. Claudia and I were able to sew a few stronger pieces of cloth together, and then I found small bolts in my dad’s work box that we tied to the end. Claudia took the net as we moved into position.

Claudia and I pressed our bodies against the wall next to the stairs just as the door creaked open. My heart was pounding even harder, but I forced myself to breathe slowly and softly. I listened as an unfamiliar gate walked down the stairs, ignoring the shaky feeling through my limbs.

Then Jason White stepped into the room, and me and Claudia tackled him with the net.

The good news is that we caught him by surprise. But, as Aaliyah expected, it didn’t take long for him to react. He landed an elbow into my stomach, and I stumbled backwards as pain flared. I hit the wall and collapsed, muttering a few of my favorite curse words under my breath.

Claudia recovered. Apparently, cheerleaders have high pain tolerance (which I do not, hence me lying on the floor in pain at this moment in time). She threw herself onto White and managed to wrap the net around his face in a smooth motion. It wasn’t enough to bring him down, but Claudia grabbed the edges and yanked, bringing White’s head down and making him stumble. Claudia elbowed him in the side of the head, knocking him into the wall, while he still struggled to get the net off. She kneed him in the stomach, and he punched her in the face in defense, making her stumble backwards.

White managed to toss the net off. Aaliyah had yet to finish her repairs.

I took a deep breath in, going through a quick grounding exercise. It made the pain worse, but I found I could focus. Now, all I needed was a stroke of genius.

And, impossibly, I had one.

I pushed myself up and forced myself to move to the other side of the room. White, who was still focusing on Claudia, turned my way just as I reached my target - a basket of spray paint. I grabbed a bottle, popped the lid, and sprayed it right into White’s eyes. It didn’t blind him as I’d hoped, but he did stumble backwards with a nasty wince.

Sometime during that sequence of events, Aaliyah managed to fix Dan’s device. Which was good, because a second later White punched me in the face and I went down.

“He has some type of device on his waist!” Dan called.

“What?” White asked, spinning around. He nervously patted his belt. “No I don’t!”

“A little protective of your doodad?” I asked, forcing myself up onto my knees despite the massive face ache (is that a thing?) spreading from my jaw.

Claudia, who, despite a bloody nose and a black eye, was sneaking around the side of White, took the hint. She launched forward, grabbing the device with amazing reflexes, and tossed it at Aaliyah. Aaliyah caught it, and held her wrench up to it like a knife to a throat.

White halted.

“You like this, don’t you?” Aaliyah asked. “It would be a shame if something... happened to it. But I figure if I’m smart enough to invent, I’m probably smart enough to destroy. After all, it’s supposed to be easier, right?”

White scowled. “What do you want?”

“For one, stop punching my friends. In fact, if you leave now, in the morning I’ll leave this somewhere for you to find.”

“Why would I trust you?”

“You don’t have much choice, do you?”

White huffed. “If you don’t return it, you’ll pay.” Then he turned on his heels and left.

Later that day, someone informed us that White used that device frequently to sneak pass police officers and guards. None of us know what happened to the device, since Aaliyah turned it over to the SGU.

And honestly, none of us care.

All I know is that two days later and Dan is still in panic mode and my cheek still hurts.

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unsettlingshortstories · 3 years ago

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One Ordinary Day, With Peanuts

Shirley Jackson (1990)

Mr. John Philip Johnson shut his front door behind him and went down his front steps into the bright morning with a feeling that all was well with the world on this best of all days, and wasn’t the sun warm and good, and didn’t his shoes feel comfortable after the resoling, and he knew that he had undoubtedly chosen the very precise tie that belonged with the day and the sun and his comfortable feet, and, after all, wasn’t the world just a wonderful place? In spite of the fact that he was a small man, and though the tie was perhaps a shade vivid, Mr. Johnson radiated a feeling of wellbeing as he went down the steps and onto the dirty sidewalk, and he smiled at people who passed him, and some of them even smiled back. He stopped at the newsstand on the corner and bought his paper, saying, “Good morning,” with real conviction to the man who sold him the paper and the two or three other people who were lucky enough to be buying papers when Mr. Johnson skipped up. He remembered to fill his pockets with candy and peanuts, and then he set out to get himself uptown. He stopped in a flower shop and bought a carnation for his buttonhole, and stopped almost immediately afterward to give the carnation to a small child in a carriage, who looked at him dumbly, and then smiled, and Mr. Johnson smiled, and the child’s mother looked at Mr. Johnson for a minute and then smiled, too.

When he had gone several blocks uptown, Mr. Johnson cut across the avenue and went along a side street, chosen at random; he did not follow the same route every morning, but preferred to pursue his eventful way in wide detours, more like a puppy than a man intent upon business. It happened this morning that halfway down the block a moving van was parked, and the furniture from an upstairs apartment stood half on the sidewalk, half on the steps, while an amused group of people loitered examining the scratches on the tables and the worn spots on the chairs, and a harassed woman, trying to watch a young child and the movers and the furniture all at the same time, gave the clear impression of endeavoring to shelter her private life from the people staring at her belongings. Mr. Johnson stopped, and for a moment joined the crowd, then he came forward and, touching his hat civilly, said, “Perhaps I can keep an eye on your little boy for you?”

The woman turned and glared at him distrustfully, and Mr. Johnson added hastily, “We’ll sit right here on the steps.” He beckoned to the little boy, who hesitated and then responded agreeably to Mr. Johnson’s genial smile. Mr. Johnson took out a handful of peanuts from his pocket and sat on the steps with the boy, who at first refused the peanuts on the grounds that his mother did not allow him to accept food from strangers; Mr. Johnson said that probably his mother had not intended peanuts to be included, since elephants at the circus ate them, and the boy considered, and then agreed solemnly. They sat on the steps cracking peanuts in a comradely fashion, and Mr. Johnson said, “So you’re moving?”

“Yep,” said the boy.

“Where you going?”

“Vermont.”

“Nice place. Plenty of snow there. Maple sugar, too; you like maple sugar?”

“Sure.”

“Plenty of maple sugar in Vermont.

You going to live on a farm?”

“Going to live with Grandpa.”

“Grandpa like peanuts?”

“Sure.”

“Ought to take him some,” said Mr. Johnson, reaching into his pocket.

“Just you and Mommy going?”

“Yep.”

“Tell you what,” Mr. Johnson said. “You take some peanuts to eat on the train.”

The boy’s mother, after glancing at them frequently, had seemingly decided that Mr. Johnson was trustworthy, because she had devoted herself wholeheartedly to seeing that the movers did not—what movers rarely do, but every housewife believes they will—crack a leg from her good table, or set a kitchen chair down on a lamp. Most of the furniture was loaded by now, and she was deep in that nervous stage when she knew there was something she had forgotten to pack—hidden away in the back of a closet somewhere, or left at a neighbor’s and forgotten, or on the clothesline—and was trying to remember under stress what it was.

“This all, lady?” the chief mover said, completing her dismay.

Uncertainly, she nodded.

“Want to go on the truck with the furniture, sonny?” the mover asked the boy, and laughed. The boy laughed, too, and said to Mr. Johnson,

“I guess I’ll have a good time at Vermont.”

“Fine time,” said Mr. Johnson, and stood up. “Have one more peanut before you go,” he said to the boy.

The boy’s mother said to Mr. Johnson, “Thank you so much; it was a great help to me.”

“Nothing at all,” said Mr. Johnson gallantly. “Where in Vermont are you going?”

The mother looked at the little boy accusingly, as though he had given away a secret of some importance, and said unwillingly, “Greenwich.”

“Lovely town,” said Mr. Johnson. He took out a card, and wrote a name on the back. “Very good friend of mine lives in Greenwich,” he said. “Call on him for anything you need. His wife makes the best doughnuts in town,” he added soberly to the little boy.

“Swell,” said the little boy.

“Goodbye,” said Mr. Johnson.

He went on, stepping happily with his new-shod feet, feeling the warm sun on his back and on the top of his head. Halfway down the block he met a stray dog and fed him a peanut.

At the corner, where another wide avenue faced him, Mr. Johnson decided to go on uptown again. Moving with comparative laziness, he was passed on either side by people hurrying and frowning, and people brushed past him going the other way, clattering along to get somewhere quickly. Mr. Johnson stopped on every corner and waited patiently for the light to change, and he stepped out of the way of anyone who seemed to be in any particular hurry, but one young lady came too fast for him, and crashed wildly into him when he stooped to pat a kitten, which had run out onto the sidewalk from an apartment house and was now unable to get back through the rushing feet.

“Excuse me,” said the young lady, trying frantically to pick up Mr.

Johnson and hurry on at the same time, “terribly sorry.”

The kitten, regardless now of danger, raced back to its home. “Perfectly all right,” said Mr. Johnson, adjusting himself carefully. “You seem to be in a hurry.”

“Of course I’m in a hurry,” said the young lady. “I’m late.”

She was extremely cross, and the frown between her eyes seemed well on its way to becoming permanent. She had obviously awakened late, because she had not spent any extra time in making herself look pretty, and her dress was plain and unadorned with collar or brooch, and her lipstick was noticeably crooked. She tried to brush past Mr. Johnson, but, risking her suspicious displeasure, he took her arm and said, “Please wait.”

“Look,” she said ominously, “I ran into you, and your lawyer can see my lawyer and I will gladly pay all damages and all inconveniences suffered therefrom, but please this minute let me go because I am late.”

“Late for what?” said Mr. Johnson; he tried his winning smile on her but it did no more than keep her, he suspected, from knocking him down again.

“Late for work,” she said between her teeth. “Late for my employment. I have a job, and if I am late I lose exactly so much an hour and I cannot really afford what your pleasant conversation is costing me, be it ever so pleasant.”

“I’ll pay for it,” said Mr. Johnson. Now, these were magic words, not necessarily because they were true, or because she seriously expected Mr. Johnson to pay for anything, but because Mr. Johnson’s flat statement, obviously innocent of irony, could not be, coming from Mr. Johnson, anything but the statement of a responsible and truthful and respectable man.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I said that since I am obviously responsible for your being late, I shall certainly pay for it.”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, and for the first time the frown disappeared. “I wouldn’t expect you to pay for anything—a few minutes ago I was offering to pay you. Anyway,” she added, almost smiling, “it was my

fault.”

“What happens if you don’t go to work?”

She stared. “I don’t get paid.” “Precisely,” said Mr. Johnson.

“What do you mean, precisely? If I don’t show up at the office exactly twenty minutes ago I lose a dollar and twenty cents an hour, or two cents a minute or”—she thought—”almost a dime for the time I’ve spent talking to you.”

Mr. Johnson laughed, and finally she laughed, too. “You’re late already,” he pointed out. “Will you give me another four cents’ worth?” “I don’t understand why.”

“You’ll see,” Mr. Johnson promised. He led her over to the side of the walk, next to the buildings, and said, “Stand here,” and went out into the rush of people going both ways. Selecting and considering, as one who must make a choice involving perhaps whole years of lives, he estimated the people going by. Once he almost moved, and then at the last minute thought better of it and drew back. Finally, from half a block away, he saw what he wanted, and moved out into the center of the traffic to intercept a young man, who was hurrying, and dressed as though he had awakened late, and frowning.

“Oof,” said the young man, because Mr. Johnson had thought of no better way to intercept anyone than the one the young woman had unwittingly used upon him. “Where do you think you’re going?” the young man demanded from the sidewalk.

“I want to speak to you,” said Mr. Johnson ominously.

The young man got up nervously, dusting himself and eyeing Mr. Johnson. “What for?” he said. “What’d I do?”

“That’s what bothers me most about people nowadays,” Mr. Johnson complained broadly to the people passing. “No matter whether they’ve done anything or not, they always figure someone’s after them. About what you’re going to do,” he told the young man.

“Listen,” said the young man, trying to brush past him, “I’m late, and I don’t have any time to listen.

Here’s a dime, now get going.”

“Thank you,” said Mr. Johnson, pocketing the dime. “Look,” he said,

“what happens if you stop running?”

“I’m late,” said the young man, still trying to get past Mr. Johnson, who was unexpectedly clinging. “How much you make an hour?” Mr. Johnson demanded.

“A Communist, are you?” said the young man. “Now will you please let me—”

“No,” said Mr. Johnson insistently, “how much?”

“Dollar fifty,” said the young man.

“And now will you—”

“You like adventure?”

The young man stared, and, staring, found himself caught and held by Mr. Johnson’s genial smile; he almost smiled back and then repressed it and made an effort to tear away. “I got to hurry,” he said.

“Mystery? You like surprises? Unusual and exciting events?”

“You selling something?”

“Sure,” said Mr. Johnson. “You want to take a chance?”

The young man hesitated, looking longingly up the avenue toward what might have been his destination and then, when Mr. Johnson said, “I’ll pay for it,” with his own peculiar convincing emphasis, turned and said, “Well, okay. But I got to see it first, what I’m buying.”

Mr. Johnson, breathing hard, led the young man over to the side, where the girl was standing; she had been watching with interest Mr. Johnson’s capture of the young man and now, smiling timidly, she looked at Mr. Johnson as though prepared to be surprised at nothing.

Mr. Johnson reached into his pocket and took out his wallet “Here,” he said, and handed a bill to the girl.

“This about equals your day’s pay.”

“But no,” she said, surprised in spite of herself “I mean, I couldn’t.” “Please do not interrupt,” Mr. Johnson told her. “And here,” he said to the young man, “this will take care of you.” The young man accepted the bill dazedly, but said, “Probably counterfeit,” to the young woman out of the side of his mouth. “Now,” Mr. Johnson went on, disregarding the young man, “what is your name, miss?”

“Kent,” she said helplessly.

“Mildred Kent.”

“Fine,” said Mr. Johnson. “And you, sir?”

“Arthur Adams,” said the young man stiffly.

“Splendid,” said Mr. Johnson. “Now, Miss Kent, I would like you to meet Mr. Adams. Mr. Adams, Miss Kent.”

Miss Kent stared, wet her lips nervously, made a gesture as though she might run, and said, “How do you do?”

Mr. Adams straightened his shoulders, scowled at Mr. Johnson, made a gesture as though he might run, and said, “How do you do?”

“Now, this,” said Mr. Johnson, taking several bills from his wallet, “should be enough for the day for both of you. I would suggest, perhaps, Coney Island—although I personally am not fond of the place—or perhaps a nice lunch somewhere, and dancing, or a matinee, or even a movie, although take care to choose a really good one; there are so many bad movies these days. You might,” he said, struck with an inspiration, “visit the Bronx Zoo, or the Planetarium. Anywhere, as a matter of fact,” he concluded, “that you would like to go. Have a nice time.”

As he started to move away, Arthur Adams, breaking from his dumbfounded stare, said, “But see here, mister, you can’t do this. Why— how do you know—I mean, we don’t even know—I mean, how do you know we won’t just take the money and not do what you said?”

“You’ve taken the money,” Mr. Johnson said. “You don’t have to follow any of my suggestions. You may know something you prefer to do—perhaps a museum, or something.”

“But suppose I just run away with it and leave her here?”

“I know you won’t,” said Mr. Johnson gently, “because you remembered to ask me that. Goodbye,” he added, and went on.

As he stepped up the street, conscious of the sun on his head and his good shoes, he heard from somewhere behind him the young man saying, “Look, you know you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” and the girl saying, “But unless you don’t want to….” Mr. Johnson smiled to himself and then thought that he had better hurry along; when he wanted to he could move very quickly, and before the young woman had gotten around to saying, “Well, I will if you will,” Mr. Johnson was several blocks away and had already stopped twice, once to help a lady lift several large packages into a taxi, and once to hand a peanut to a seagull. By this time he was in an area of large stores and many more people, and he was buffeted constantly from either side by people hurrying and cross and late and sullen. Once he offered a peanut to a man who asked him for a dime, and once he offered a peanut to a bus driver who had stopped his bus at an intersection and had opened the window next to his seat and put out his head as though longing for fresh air and the comparative quiet of the traffic. The man wanting a dime took the peanut because Mr. Johnson had wrapped a dollar bill around it, but the bus driver took the peanut and asked ironically, “You want a transfer, Jack?”

On a busy corner Mr. Johnson encountered two young people—for one minute he thought they might be Mildred Kent and Arthur Adams—who were eagerly scanning a newspaper, their backs pressed against a storefront to avoid the people passing, their heads bent together. Mr. Johnson, whose curiosity was insatiable, leaned onto the storefront next to them and peeked over the man’s shoulder; they were scanning the Apartments Vacant columns.

Mr. Johnson remembered the street where the woman and her little boy were going to Vermont and he tapped the man on the shoulder and said amiably, “Try down on West Seventeenth. About the middle of the block. People moved out this morning.”

“Say, what do you—” said the man, and then, seeing Mr. Johnson clearly,

“Well, thanks. Where did you say?” “West Seventeenth,” said Mr. Johnson. “About the middle of the block.” He smiled again and said,

“Good luck.” “Thanks,” said the man.

“Thanks,” said the girl as they moved off.

“Goodbye,” said Mr. Johnson.

He lunched alone in a pleasant restaurant, where the food was rich, and only Mr. Johnson’s excellent digestion could encompass two of their whipped-cream-and-chocolate-and-rum-cake pastries for dessert. He had three cups of coffee, tipped the waiter largely, and went out into the street again into the wonderful sunlight, his shoes still comfortable and fresh on his feet. Outside he found a beggar staring into the windows of the restaurant he had left and, carefully looking through the money in his pocket, Mr. Johnson approached the beggar and pressed some coins and a couple of bills into his hand. “It’s the price of the veal cutlet lunch plus tip,” said Mr. Johnson. “Goodbye.”

After his lunch he rested; he walked into the nearest park and fed peanuts to the pigeons. It was late afternoon by the time he was ready to start back downtown, and he had refereed two checker games, and watched a small boy and girl whose mother had fallen asleep and awakened with surprise and fear that turned to amusement when she saw Mr. Johnson. He had given away almost all of his candy, and had fed all the rest of his peanuts to the pigeons; and it was time to go home. Although the late afternoon sun was pleasant, and his shoes were still entirely comfortable, he decided to take a taxi downtown.

He had a difficult time catching a taxi, because he gave up the first three or four empty ones to people who seemed to need them more; finally, however, he stood alone on the corner and—almost like netting a frisky fish—he hailed desperately until he succeeded in catching a cab that had been proceeding with haste uptown, and seemed to draw in toward Mr. Johnson against its own will.

“Mister,” the cabdriver said as Mr. Johnson climbed in, “I figured you was an omen, like. I wasn’t going to pick you up at all.”

“Kind of you,” said Mr. Johnson ambiguously.

“If I’d of let you go it would of cost me ten bucks,” said the driver.

“Really?” said Mr. Johnson.

“Yeah,” said the driver. “Guy just got out of the cab, he turned around and give me ten bucks, said take this and bet it in a hurry on a horse named

Vulcan, right away.”

“Vulcan?” said Mr. Johnson, horrified. “A fire sign on a Wednesday?”

“What?” said the driver. “Anyway, I said to myself, if I got no fare between here and there I’d bet the ten, but if anyone looked like they needed a cab I’d take it as an omen and I’d take the ten home to the wife.”

“You were very right,” said Mr. Johnson heartily. “This is Wednesday, you would have lost your money. Monday, yes, or even Saturday. But never never never bet a fire sign on a Wednesday. Sunday would have been good, now.”

“Vulcan don’t run on Sunday,” said the driver.

“You wait till another day,” said Mr. Johnson. “Down this street, please, driver. I’ll get off on the next corner.”

“He told me Vulcan, though,” said the driver.

“I’ll tell you,” said Mr. Johnson, hesitating with the door of the cab half open. “You take that ten dollars and I’ll give you another ten dollars to go with it, and you go right ahead and bet that money on any Thursday on any horse that has a name indicating… let me see, Thursday…well, grain. Or any growing food.”

“Grain?” said the driver. “You mean a horse named, like, Wheat or something?”

“Certainly,” said Mr. Johnson. “Or, as a matter of fact, to make it even easier, any horse whose name includes the letters C, R, L. Perfectly simple.”

“Tall Corn?” said the driver, a light in his eye. “You mean a horse named, like, Tall Corn?”

“Absolutely,” said Mr. Johnson.

“Here’s your money.”

“Tall Corn,” said the driver. “Thank you, mister.”

“Goodbye,” said Mr. Johnson.

He was on his own corner, and went straight up to his apartment. He let himself in and called, “Hello?” and Mrs. Johnson answered from the kitchen, “Hello, dear, aren’t you early?”

“Took a taxi home,” Mr. Johnson said. “I remembered the cheesecake, too. What’s for dinner?”

Mrs. Johnson came out of the kitchen and kissed him; she was a comfortable woman, and smiling as Mr. Johnson smiled. “Hard day?” she asked.

“Not very,” said Mr. Johnson, hanging his coat in the closet. “How about you?”

“So-so,” she said. She stood in the kitchen doorway while he settled into his easy chair and took off his good shoes and took out the paper he had bought that morning. “Here and there,” she said.

“I didn’t do so badly,” Mr. Johnson said. “Couple of young people.”

“Fine,” she said. “I had a little nap this afternoon, took it easy most of the day. Went into a department store this morning and accused the woman next to me of shoplifting, and had the store detective pick her up. Sent three dogs to the pound—you know, the usual thing. Oh, and listen,” she added, remembering.

“What?” asked Mr. Johnson.

“Well,” she said, “I got onto a bus and asked the driver for a transfer, and when he helped someone else first I said that he was impertinent, and quarreled with him. And then I said why wasn’t he in the army, and I said it loud enough for everyone to hear, and I took his number and I turned in a complaint. Probably got him fired.”

“Fine,” said Mr. Johnson. “But you do look tired. Want to change over tomorrow?”

“I would like to,” she said. “I could do with a change.”

“Right,” said Mr. Johnson. “What’s for dinner?”

“Veal cutlet.”

“Had it for lunch,” said Mr. Johnson.

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The Clintons Kill List = 135 and counting!

THE FOLLOWING CLINTON BODYGUARDS ARE DEAD

01 - Alan G. Whicher - Oversaw Clinton’s Secret Service detail. In October 1994 Whicher was transferred to the Secret Service field office in the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City. Whatever warning was given to the BATF agents in that building did not reach Alan Whicher, whom died in the bomb blast of April 19th 1995.

02 - Sgt. Brian Hanley

03 - Conway LeBleu

04 - Spec. Gary Rhodes

05 - Col. Robert Kelly

06 - Robert Williams

07 - Captain Scott J. Reynolds

08 - Steve Willis

09 - Sgt. Tim Sabel

10 - Todd McKeehan

11 - Col. William Densberger

12 - Major General William Robertson

13 - Major William S. Barkley, Jr.

THE FOLLOWING PERSONS HAD INFORMATION ON THE IVES/HENRY CASE:

14 - Gregory Collins – Died from a gunshot wound January 1989.

15 - Keith Coney – Died when his motorcycle slammed into the back of a truck, 7/88

16 - Keith McMaskle – Died, stabbed 113 times, Nov, 1988

17 - James Milan – Found decapitated. However, the Coroner ruled his death was due to natural causes.

18 - Jeff Rhodes – He was shot, mutilated and found burned in a trash dump in April 1989.

19 - Jordan Kettleson – Was found shot to death in the front seat of his pickup truck in June 1990.

20 - Molly Macauley

21 - Richard Winters – A suspect in the Ives/Henry deaths. He was killed in a set-up robbery July 1989.

Benghazi

22 - Chris Stevens

23 - Glen Doherty

24 - Sean Smith

25 - Tyrone Woods

Hello Crash 02/93

Deputy Commander, Chief of Ops, Chief of Intel. & crew Chief for V Corps which was prominent in Bosnia - Serb operations, along with the carrier Roosevelt. They were associated with Clinton’s visit to the Roosevelt. Helo crashed near Weisbaden Germany.

26 - Gen. Robertson

27 - Col. Densberger

28 - Col. Kelly

29 - Spec. Rhodes

30 - William Colby - Died April 22, 1996 - Director of Central Intelligence (ret) Drowned, Computer on plate of food half eaten they say he decided to just go canoeing, Most notable about the body was the absence of a life jacket, which according to his wife, Colby always wore on the water.

Helo Crash 05/93

All four died in crash in the woods near Quantico, VA. All had escorted Clinton on flight to the Roosevelt. Videotape made by firemen at crash site seized by feds.

31 - Sgt. B. Haney

32 - Sgt. Tim Sabel

33 - Maj. William Barkley

34 - Capt. Scott Reynolds

Killed when the C-130 carrying the Presidential Limos crashed near Jackson Hole, Wyoming. August 18, 1996.

35 - Aldo Franscoia, Secret Service Agent

36 - Cpt. Kevin N. Earnest, Aircraft Commander

37 - Cpt. Kimberly Jo Wielhouwer, Pilot

38 - 2Lt. Benjamin T. Hall, Navigator

39 - SSgt. Michael J. Smith Jr., Loadmaster

40 - Sr. Airman Rick L. Merritt, Flight Engineer

41 - SSgt. Michael R. York, Loadmaster

42 - Sr. Airman Billy R. Ogston, Crew Chief

43 - Airman Thomas A. Stevens, Loadmaster.

And the following

44 - Sr. Airman Billy R. Ogston, Crew Chief

45 - Aldo Franscoia, Secret Service Agent -

46 - Anthony Bourdain had hired investigators to uncover the Clinton Sex Traficing Ring, he died June 8 2018 and the report said he committed suicide while on location in France for Parts Unknown.

47 - Antonin Scalia - A untrained cop said he died from a heart attack yet there is no proof of this what so ever. The popular luxury ranch where the Supreme Court Justice was found dead just so happens to be owned by Obama friend/supporter and Democratic Party donor John Poindexter.

48 - Barbara Wise – Commerce Department staffer. Worked closely with Ron Brown and John Huang. Cause of death unknown. Died November 29, 1996. Her bruised, nude body was found locked in her office at the Department of Commerce.

49 - Barry Seal – Drug running TWA pilot out of Mena Arkansas, death was no accident.

50 - 2Lt. Benjamin T. Hall - Navigator

51 - Bill Shelton – Arkansas State Trooper and fiancee of Kathy Ferguson. Critical of the suicide ruling of his fiancee, he was found dead in June, 1994 of a gunshot wound also ruled a suicide at the grave site of his fiancee.

52 - Bob Unruh - Death by barbell just prior to his testemony about a person funneling money under the Clintion Administration.

53 - Calvin Walraven - 24 year on Walraven was a key witness in Jocelyn Elder’s son’s drug case. Ten days after Elder’s son was convicted of trafficking in cocaine, Walraven was found dead in his apartment with a gunshot blast to the head. Tim Hover, a Little Rock police spokesman says no foul play is suspected.

54 - Caetano Carani - Witness to a shooting near the White House. Suffered an unknown infection just before he was to testify. Death attributed to “apparent” food poisoning.

55 - Charles Meissner – Assistant Secretary of Commerce who gave John Huang special security clearance, died shortly thereafter in a small plane crash.

56 - Charles Frederick Carson “Chuck” Ruff - Died Nov 19, 2000 was a prominent American lawyer based in Washington, D.C., and was best known as the White House Counsel who defended President Bill Clinton during his impeachment trial in 1999.

57 - Chandra Levy - Intern was murdered and was known to have sex with Bill Clinton.

58 - C. Victor Raiser II and Montgomery Raiser, Major players in the Clinton fund raising organization died in a private plane crash in July 1992.

59 - Daneil A. Dutko - Daniel A. Dutko, 54, was the co-chairman of Leadership 2000, the Democratic National Committee’s main fund-raising effort. He held many other high-level political positions, including vice chairman of finance for Clinton-Gore in 1995; finance chairman of the 53rd inaugural ball; and vice chairman of finance for the DNC in 1996 (when the Chinese money poured in). Attributed to a bicycle accident in which it’s claimed he struck his head on the concrete twice.

60 - Danny Casolaro - Investigative reporter. Investigating MenaAirport and Arkansas Development Finance Authority. He slit his wrists, apparently, in the middle of his investigation.

61 - Dennis Eisman - An attorney with information on INSLAW. Eisman was found shot to death on April 5, 1991.

62 - Don Adams Died Jan 7, 1997 - Long before Whitewater’s land flips made the Clinton’s circle of friends rich, many of the same players had been involved in a similar land swindle in Branson. Don Adams was a lawyer in Arkansas who got involved trying to help the people who were being swindled out of their life savings.

63 - Don Henry – Known as “The boys on the track” case. Reports say the boys may have stumbled upon the Mena Arkansas airport drug operation. A controversial case, the initial report of death said, due to falling asleep on railroad tracks. Later reports claim the 2 boys had been slain before being placed on the tracks.

64 - Duane Garrett - Died 7/26/1995 - Radio Host and Al Gore Fund Raiser. According to Garrett’s lawyer, Garrett was under investigation for defrauding investors in Garrett’s failed sports memorabilia venture. There was talk of a deal to evade prosecution. On July 26th, Garrett canceled an afternoon meeting with his lawyer because he had to meet some people at the San Francisco airport. Three hours later he was found floating in the bay under the Golden Gate Bridge.

65 - Ed Willey – Clinton fundraiser, found dead November 1993 deep in the woods in VA of a gunshot wound to the head. Ruled a suicide. Ed Willey died on the same day his wife Kathleen Willey claimed Bill Clinton groped her in the oval office in the White House. Ed Willey was involved in several Clinton fund raising events.

66 - Cpl Eric S. Fox - Died 3/22/99. Crewman for Marine One, the Presidential Helicopter. Shot in the head, and declared a suicide.

67 - Eric Butera - Owned a small aircraft repair business, and had stumbled on several aircraft whose tail numbers were being changed on a regular basis. Was about to go public when he walked headfirst into a spinning propeller.

68 - Florence Martin – Accountant & sub-contractor for the CIA, was related to the Barry Seal, Mena, Arkansas, airport drug smuggling case. He died of three gunshot wounds.

69 - Floyd Walton - Killed in house explosion along with his wife, he was 77 and had stronf ties to the Clintons.

70 - Gandy Baugh – Attorney for Clinton’s friend Dan Lassater, died by jumping out a window of a tall building January, 1994. His client was a convicted drug distributor.

71 - Gareth Williams - The British MI6 spy who was found dead Aug 10 2010 inside a holdall bag in his bathtub in London hacked into secret data held on former U.S. President Bill Clinton, The Sun newspaper has sensationally claimed today. was 31 years old when he was found naked, dead in his own bathtub in Pimlico

72 - Gavin MacFadyen - Journalist who was Julian Assange’s Mentor and Wiki Leaks Co Founder he was also Hillary Clintons Biggest enemy next to Trump. Cause of Death is a mystery.

73 - Hershell Friday – Attorney and Clinton fundraiser died March 1, 1994, when his plane exploded.

74 - Ian Spiro - Spiro had supporting documentation for grand jury proceedings on the INSLAW case. His wife and 3 children were found murdered on November 1, 1992 in their home. The all died of gunshot wounds to the head. Ian’s body was found several days later in a parked car in the Borego Desert. Cause of death? The ingestion of cyanide. Declared a murder/suicide.

75 - James Bunch – Died from a gunshot suicide. It was reported that he had a “Black Book” of people which contained names of influential people who visited prostitutes in Texas and Arkansas

76 - James Wilson – Was found dead in May 1993 from an apparent hanging suicide. He was reported to have ties to Whitewater

77 - James McDougal – Clintons convicted Whitewater partner died of an apparent heart attack, while in solitary confinement. He was a key witness in Ken Starr’s investigation.

78 - James Sabow Col. - Died 1991 Supposedly about to blow the whistle on drug running activity taking place on the naval base where he was stationed, Col. James Sabow was found by his wife in the backyard of their home with his head blown off with a shotgun. The Navy ruled it a suicide. In all, more than 40 deaths by individuals concerned with drug traffic on military bases have been declared as suicides despite evidence that murder was involved.64 - Jenny Moore - August 13 2018 Investigative journalist Jenny Moore was found dead in her room at the Radisson Country Inn & Suites in Washington D.C. on Monday. Jenny Moore was investigatine a Rape and Pedophilia case and the Clinton’s.

79 - Jeremy Michael Boorda - (November 26, 1939 – May 16, 1996) was a United States Navy admiral who served as the 25th Chief of Naval Operations. Boorda is notable for being the first American sailor to have risen through the enlisted ranks to become the Chief of Naval Operations, the highest-ranking billet in the U.S. Navy. A Vietnam War veteran, died in May 1996, at the age of 56, when he committed suicide by shooting himself in the chest.

80 - Jerry Parks – Head of Clinton’s gubernatorial security team in Little Rock .. Gunned down in his car at a deserted intersection outside Little Rock Park’s son said his father was building a dossier on Clinton He allegedly threatened to reveal this information. After he died the files were mysteriously removed from his house.

81 - Jim Wilhite - 12/92 Skiing Accident Vice Chair. of Arkla, Inc. with ties to Clinton & Mack Mclarty, whom he called just hours before his death.

82 - Joe Montano - Was a Philippine American activist who died at age 47 due to a heart attack. He was a aid to Senator Kaine and had knowledge of the DNC election rigging for Hillary Clinton.

83 - John Ashe - Former UN Leader who in 2015 was charged with bribary charges. He was a billion air developer who took money and gave favors to a tune of 3.1 million dollars. Ashe Died Days before giving testimony against the Clintons for their involment in the Chineese Bribary case.

84 - John Kennedy Jr died before Hillary won the Senate in NY. He was going to run!

85 - John Jones - Julian Assange’s LAWYER FOUND DEAD after being Struck by Train.

86 - Johnny Franklin Lawhon, Jr. - Died March 29, 1998 - In the spring of 1997, a tornado ripped through some junked cars at Johnny’s transmission and opened up the trunk of a car that proved to have a box of Whitewater records in it, including a copy of a $27,000 cashiers check drawn on Madison and payable to Bill Clinton. Johnny Franklin Lawhon, Sr. realized what he was looking at and turned the box of documents over to the FBI. According to police, Lawhon Jr. (the son) and a friend hit a telephone pole at a high rate of speed after their car had become airborne and left the road. They had driven less than ¼ of a mile at the time of the accident. This manner of death is similar to the single vehicle accidents that killed Paula Grober, and Neil Moody.

87 - Johnny Lawhorn, Jr. – Mechanic, found a check made out to Bill Clinton in the trunk of a car left at his repair shop. He was found dead after his car had hit a utility pole.

88 - John Wilson - Suicide, Alledgedly hung himself. Reportedly part of Whitewater and was ready to talk.

89 - John Walker - Accident RTC investigator who fell from balcony of apartment that was also a getaway for Vince Foster.

90 - Jon Parnell Walker – Whitewater investigator for Resolution Trust Corp. Jumped to his death from his Arlington , Virginia apartment balcony August 15, 1993. He was investigating the Morgan Guaranty scandal.

91 - Johnston Wilson McGill, 34, was pronounced dead on his couch by a private doctor after suffering an apparent heart attack. Just days after being summoned to appear before Trey Gowdy’s congressional committee to testify about Hillary Clinton’s email server, one of her aides was found dead.

92 - Judy Gibbs - (along with her sister Sharon) Died July 24, 2009 appeared in the December 1979 issue of Penthouse, and later worked at a bordello near Mena, Arkansas which also ran a blackmail operation with photos taken of the customers with their girls. According to the Gibbs family, Bill Clinton was a regular customer of Judy.

93 - Kathy Ferguson – Ex-wife of Arkansas Trooper Danny Ferguson, was found dead in May 1994, in her living room with a gunshot to her head. It was ruled a suicide even though there were several packed suitcases, as if she were going somewhere. Danny Ferguson was a co-defendant along with Bill Clinton in the Paula Jones lawsuit Kathy Ferguson was a possible corroborating witness for Paula Jones. Judy was burned alive when her house burned down.

94 - Kevin N. Earnest Cpt. - Aircraft Commander

95 - Kevin Ives & Don Henry – Known as “The boys on the track” case. Reports say the boys may have stumbled upon the Mena Arkansas airport drug operation. A controversial case, the initial report of death said, due to falling asleep on railroad tracks. Later reports claim the 2 boys had been slain before being placed on the tracks.

96 - Larry Guerrin - An employee of the National Security Agency in electronic intelligence. Standorf was a source of information for Danny Casalaro who was investigating INSLAW, BCCI, etc. Standorf’s body was found in the backseat of a car at Washington National Airport on Jan 31, 1991.

97 - Kimberly Jo Wielhouwer Cpt. - Pilot

98 - Luther Parks - Head of Clinton’s security team in Little Rock, gunned down in his car outside of Little Rock. Home broken into before his death, dossier on Clinton taken.

99 - Marion Christopher Barry - Son of notorious Washington D.C. mayor Marion Barry found dead supposedly from an overdose, at the age of 36.

100 - Marcel Lazar Lehel - Guccifer had Hacked many people including the Clintons and the DNC was found dead in his cell, they said it was yet another suicide.

101 - Mary Mahoney – A former White House intern was murdered July 1997 at a Starbucks Coffee Shop in Georgetown .. The murder happened just after she was togo public w:th her story of sexual harassment in the White House.

102 - Michael J. SmithJr. SSgt. - Loadmaster

103 - Montgomery Raiser - Son of C. Victor Raiser II, both men died on a plane crash, On May 29, 1993, President Clinton announced that he had selected Raiser’s widow, Molly Raiser, 50, former Democratic co-chair of the Women’s Campaign Fund, to be his protocol chief and stated that he planned to nominate her for confirmation as an ambassador.

104 - Michael R. York SSgt. - Loadmaster

105 - Meil Moody - Died Aug 25 1996 - Following Vincent Foster’s murder, Lisa Foster married James Moody, a judge in Arkansas, on Jan 1, 1996. Near the time Susan McDougal first went to jail for contempt, Judge Moody’s son, Neil died in a car crash. There were other reports that Neil Moody had discovered something very unsettling among his stepmother’s private papers and was threatening to go public with it just prior to the beginning of the Democratic National Convention. He was alleged to have been talking to Bob Woodward of the Washington Post about a blockbuster story. Witnesses said they saw Neil Moody sitting in his car arguing with another person just prior to HIS CAR SUDDENLY SPEEDING OFF OUT OF CONTROL AND HITTING A BRICK WALL.

106 - Paula Grober – Clinton’s speech interpreter for the deaf from 1978 until her death December 9, 1992. She died in a one car accident

107 - Paul Tulley – Democratic National Committee Political Director found dead in a hotelroom in Little Rock , September 1992. Described by Clinton as a “dear friend and trusted advisor

108 - Paul Wilcher - Attorney investigating corruption at MenaAirport with Casolaro and the 1980 “October Surprise” was found dead on a toilet June 22, 1993, in his WashingtonDC apartment. Had delivered a report to Janet Reno 3 weeks before his death.

109 - Peter W. Smith - 81 Suicide - was investigating the Clinton E-mails

110 - Rick L. Merritt Sr. Airman - Flight Engineer

111 - Ronald Rogers - Ark. dentist for Clintons, killed on way to interview with a “London Sunday Telegraph” reporter to reveal info. Plane Crash

112 - Ron Brown – Secretary of Commerce and former DNC Chairman. Reported to have died by impact in a plane crash. A pathologist close to the investigation reported that there was a hole in the top of Brown’s skull resembling a gunshot wound. At the time of his death Brown was being investigated, and spoke publicly of his willingness to cut a deal with prosecutors. The rest of the people on the plane also died. A few days later the air Traffic controller commited suicide.

113 - Sandeep Aherlekar, Dr. - Was the anesthesiologist during the surgery to remove a blood clot from Hillary Clinton’s Brain. Was found dead 3 months later on September 30, 2016.

his death a apparent suicide however he was a devout Hindu and the Hindu considers suicide murder and thus goes against the code.

114 - Sandy Hume - Died Feb 22, 1998 Was a American journalist. Hume worked for The Hill newspaper in Washington, D.C. Was credited with breaking the story of the “coup against Newt Gingrich.” Died from suicide sound familire?

115 - Seth Rich - whistleblower on Voter Fraud worked for the DNP was robbed but nothing was taken.

116 - Shahram Amiri - was executed by Iran for being a US spy

117 - Sharon Regoli Ciferno - Died in Mexico after laughing to hard. Her brother is former Westmoreland County Judge David Regoli (Democrat) who was involved in the voting booth scandal in Pa. 04-26-2016

118 - Shawn Lucas - Found Dead 08-02-2016, he served the fraud law suit papers against the Clintons.

119 - Stanley Huggins – Investigated Madison Guaranty. His death was a purported suicide and his report was never released.

120 - Stanley Heard - Plane Crash, Chair of chiropractic Health Care Advisory Comm. for Clinton who had treated Clinton’s mother, stepfather & brother. Killed when air plane crashed after reporting fire on board.

121 - Stanley Meyer - NOT known to have meet the Clintons however Bill Clinton was president. 1998 ran out of the resterant yelling they poisoned me and his body was burned before the family got to the hospital. The Franklin County coroner report that ruled that Meyer, who had high blood pressure, died of a cerebral aneurysm. Stanley Meyer invented what he called a perpetual motion machine that ran off of water. Many believe he was killed to surpress his idea. Bill Clinton was persident in 1998.

122 - Steve Dickson - Who worked with Dr. Heard, in addition to serving on Clinton‘s advisory council personally treated Clinton’s mother, stepfather and brother.

123 - Suzanne “Sue” Coleman - Had affair with Clinton while attorney general. “Suicide” with gunshot wound to the back of her head. No autopsy, was ruled a suicide. Was pregnant at the time of her death.

124 - Suzanne “Sue” Coleman’s - Unborn Baby

125 - Theodore Williams, Jr.- Died 12/16/97/- Traffic Accident, A passing car hit the brother of Presidential Secretary Betty Currie after his own car had somehow run off the road. Bill Clinton called Monica Lewinsky at 2:00 AM the next morning to tell her of the death and alert Monica that her named appeared on the Paula Jones witness list. Betty’s brother had also been beaten shortly before Betty testified in a previous matter.

126 - Terrance Yeakey - First police officer to arrive at the Murrah Building following the OK City bombing. One year later, his patrol car was found abandoned along a dirt road, the front seat covered with blood. Officer Yeakey himself was found a short distance away, with cut wounds on both arms and his throat, plus a gunshot through the head. No gun was ever found, and the death was ruled a suicide. He had collected together a vast amount of hard data on the bombing of the Murray building. That material was never found following his death. His life had been threatened.

127 - Thomas A. Stevens Airman - Loadmaster - Killed when the C-130 carrying the Presidential Limos crashed near Jackson Hole, Wyoming. August 18, 1996. All nine people on board a White House support plane were killed late Saturday (10:48 pm MDT), when it crashed into Sheep Mountain (also known as Sleeping Indian Mountain) near Jackson Hole Wyoming. The aircraft was en route from Jackson Hole to John F. Kennedy International airport. The Air Force Lockheed Martin C-130 Hercules transport aircraft was carrying a presidential vehicle and many pieces of luggage, all related to the president’s vacation (50th birthday celebration in the Grand Tetons). President Clinton said Sunday afternoon that he was told the pilot was attempting to return to the Jackson Hole airport when it crashed (CNN news report). The Air Force reported finding no evidence of an in-flight mechanical emergency after examining the flight data and flight voice recorders and could not find evidence that the pilot radioed mechanical trouble be fore crashing into the mountainside as reported by the White House. The victims included 8 crew members and one Secret Service agent. The aircraft and crew were stationed out of Dyess Air Force Base.

128 - Todd Madison - a.k.a. “Hillary’s handler,” died at a Wisconsin hospital on December 8, 2017, at age 49. another heart attack. It was reported that Clinton could be seen “leaning against a security bollard and then buckling and stumbling as her security detail helps her into a black van.”

129 - Victor Thorn Born William J. “Bill” Makufa Was a Clinton Researcher and was found dead and committed suicide according to the police report.

130 - Victor Raiser - Chair. of Mobile Telecomm whose subsidiary is SkyTel. A finance co-chair in Clinton organization who soured. Plane Crash, His plane went down in Alaska on a fishing expedition.

131 - Vince Foster – Former White House councilor, and colleague of Hillary Clinton at Little Rock’s Rose Law firm. Died of a gunshot wound to the head, ruled a suicide. Vince Foster had been shot twice in the back of the head.

132 - Vincent Fleck, the father of Clinton’s physician Dr. Daniel Fleck, was found dead near his home just 24 hours after releasing Hillary’s most secret medical records to the public.

133 - Vincent Fleck - He was hired by the Clinton White House to work as a Chef, and continued to serve the Bush administration. Interestingly, he was reported missing during a hike, and his body was found almost 2 miles away at the bottom of a river. No cause of death has ever been made, but the death date is listed as June 13, 2015

134 - Walter Scheib - he was reported missing during a hike, and his body was found almost 2 miles away at the bottom of a river. No cause of death has ever been made, but the death date is listed as June 13, 2015

Read more: http://thepoliticalinsider.com/another-clinton-associate-found-dead-bill-hillarys-body-count-increases/#ixzz4hUSLaMX4

135 - William Colby - Died April 22, 1996 - Director of Central Intelligence (ret) Drowned, Computer on plate of food half eaten they say he decided to just go canoeing, Most notable about the body was the absence of a life jacket, which according to his wife, Colby always wore on the water.

Quite an impressive list!

The public must become aware of what happens to friends of the Clintons!

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Short Circuit: A roundup of recent federal court decisions

(Here is the latest edition of the Institute for Justice’s weekly Short Circuit newsletter, written by John Ross.)

The Supreme Court will soon consider whether a Colorado law compelling a baker to bake a cake celebrating a same-sex marriage violates his First Amendment rights. IJ has filed an amicus brief, urging the court, no matter how it resolves the case, to explicitly reject the lower court’s dangerous holding that compensated speech is entitled to less protection than uncompensated speech.

Green Party/Libertarian Party: Our candidates were excluded from the 2012 presidential debates, which is a violation of antitrust law. D.C. Circuit: Novel, but this is not something antitrust is meant to address. Moreover, plaintiffs’ First Amendment claim is completely devoid of merit.

Man sets up fake email accounts, impersonates scholars whose views on the origin of the Dead Sea Scrolls are not consonant with his own. Second Circuit: “Confessing” to plagiarism (in emails to students, colleagues, and administrators) was intended to injure, so those convictions, for criminal impersonation and forgery, stand. But convictions reversed for other emails, which were more likely intended to embarrass than cause real harm.

Nursing student is suspected of drug use, declines drug test. She’s expelled. District court: Which deprived her of a property interest. Pay her $1 million. Third Circuit: Reversed. The private hospital running the program (in partnership with a public university) is not a state actor.

Four off-duty Pittsburgh, Penn., police shoot at car that fled traffic stop and is weaving between inbound and outbound lanes of traffic along street crowded with pedestrians. They hit plaintiff (the driver’s mother, a passenger in the vehicle) in the face and a pedestrian in the back. Third Circuit: Qualified immunity all around (except for one officer who perhaps fired after the vehicle had crashed).

Fayette County, W.Va., officials ban drilling companies from injecting wastewater underground. Fourth Circuit: No can do. The feds and the state have complex permitting systems meant to ensure safe wastewater disposal, and plaintiff has permits.

Allegation: State investigator intentionally falsified DNA analysis that put Lewisburg, Tenn., man behind bars for 11 years for rape he did not commit. Sixth Circuit: He can sue. Dissent: The analyst got it wrong, but there’s no reason to think she did it on purpose. Case should be dismissed.

Resident objects to exclusively Christian prayers led by Jackson County, Mich., commissioners before public meetings; commissioners criticize him; one calls him a “nitwit.” Which was bad manners, says the Sixth Circuit (by a 9-6 vote), but a non-Christian could get elected and lead non-Christian prayers (or none at all). No need for us to “hover over each town hall meeting in the country like a helicopter parent,” policing Establishment Clause violations.

Sexagenarian’s pants slip to mid-thigh, causing him to trip as Macomb County, Mich., jail officers escort him to medical evaluation. Officers say he intentionally pulled them to ground, drag him to cell. Though he’s handcuffed, a 300-lb. officer kneels on him. He dies. Sixth Circuit: No qualified immunity.

Convicted fraudster, who employed former strippers to help bilk nearly $100 million from southeast Michigan banks, does not report to prison, is apprehended after a manhunt, attempts to escape from jail. At hearing, he slams the prosecutor’s head into a table repeatedly. Sixth Circuit: The table counts as a “dangerous weapon,” so he gets a sentence enhancement.

Allegation: IRS agents investigating tax evasion seize over $3 million from family’s safe at their Delta, Ohio scrap-metal business, pocket nearly $2 million of it, and turn the rest over to the gov’t for civil forfeiture. (No charges are ever filed against the family.) Sixth Circuit: The family missed the six-month deadline to file suit after the IRS rejected their administrative claims, and it doesn’t matter if it was their lawyers’ fault.

Financial adviser is convicted of cheating clients, ordered to pay $290K restitution. Seventh Circuit: Affirmed. Judge Posner, dissenting: Comparing the defendant to Bernie Madoff, who defrauded his investors to the tune of $12 billion, was disreputable conduct by the DOJ. For that and other reasons, he should get a new trial.

Allegation: Hackers steal man’s credit card info from grocery store; he notices a fraudulent charge and gets the card replaced. Enough of an injury for him to sue the grocery store? Indeed, says the Eighth Circuit, though there is little to no risk the hackers will be able to open unauthorized new accounts in his name (as the stolen info did not include his SSN, birth date or other necessaries).

Man avers that he is going to Costco to buy food, which DEA agents believe is code for illicit dealings. Ninth Circuit: No need to suppress the evidence from search of the man’s truck. Judge Kozinski: “This is a green light for the police to search anyone’s property based on what officers subjectively believe — or claim to believe — about someone’s everyday conduct…. I dissent, and I’m off to Costco to buy some food.”

Third-party company uses “zombie” cookies (which continue collecting data even after being deleted) to track Verizon customers’ web-browsing habits. Customers file a class action against the cookie company. Ninth Circuit: Which doesn’t go to arbitration. Customers agreed to arbitrate disputes with Verizon, and the agreement does not extend to the cookie company.

In July, the Supreme Court ruled that (for the time being) an executive order banning travelers from six Muslim countries cannot be enforced against people with a bona fide relationship to a person in the U.S. Ninth Circuit: Contrary to the Administration’s position, grandparents, grandchildren, brothers- and sisters-in-law, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins are all bona fide. Moreover, an additional 24,000 people, refugees who have been vetted, may enter while the suit pends.

Does qualified immunity protect a Nevada Highway Patrol major who ordered officers not to discuss a K9 unit that allegedly condoned unconstitutional searches? No, says the Ninth Circuit, the First Amendment clearly prohibits such a blanket ban on speech.

Prosecutors: The gov’t can forfeit $11.5K man paid to bail his wife out of jail because they would have spent the money on drugs if they hadn’t used it on bail. Ninth Circuit: Even if that’s what they intended, there’s no evidence they acted on that intent; hundreds of years of common law says no punishing people solely for their thoughts. (In the Latin: Cogitationis poenam nemo patitur.)

Mentally ill man declines to drop knife; San Jose, Calif. officer shoots him in the back, rendering him paraplegic. Neighbor (a former cop): The man wasn’t threatening the officer. Jury: Excessive force. Ninth Circuit: No need to reconsider the jury’s verdict; it’s too late for the officer to appeal denial of qualified immunity.

Seeking to stymie environmental activists, Wyoming officials enhance the penalties for those who trespass for the purpose of collecting data about things like soil and water quality. Tenth Circuit: The law targets the creation of speech. Punishing trespassers more merely because they’re collecting data implicates the First Amendment.

Military sergeant is suspected of violating a no-contact order by, among other things, posting online nude photos of his wife, who has accused him of sexual assault. He requests counsel, but questioning continues; he surrenders the password to his phone. Appeals Court for the Armed Forces (over a dissent): Suppress the evidence.

And in en banc news, the Tenth Circuit will not reconsider its denial of qualified immunity to officers who allegedly lied about tea leaves testing positive for marijuana (which led to a SWAT raid on an innocent family). We did a podcast on the case.

Last month, a federal judge ruled that Indiana officials can no longer seize vehicles under the state’s civil forfeiture laws, which lacked robust safeguards to prevent innocent people from losing their property. One reason such safeguards are necessary, the judge wrote, is that law enforcement gets to keep what they take. Indeed, in Indianapolis, police and prosecutors keep 100 percent of the proceeds from forfeiture, an arrangement that is the subject of a separate, ongoing IJ lawsuit because the Indiana Constitution requires all forfeiture proceeds to go to schools. To read more about the decision and IJ’s suit, click here.

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