Spacious, 3 bed 2 bath home in quiet El Cerrito neighborhood with brand new remodeled bathrooms. Kitchen has granite counters, refrigerator, electric stove and oven. Lots of storage space throughout the home. Large living room with fireplace. 2 car a [...]
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Once there was a man in a small town who decided that he wanted to be a butcher, so he bought a small store and started his own butcher shop. It was a very modest store, consisting of only a couple display cabinets, a meat grinder, and a few shelves in the refrigerator. This man quickly became known all over town as the best butcher around. He eventually was getting so much business that he had to expand his store. Delighted, the butcher purchased a larger location with more display cabinets, larger kitchen space, and a much more spacious refrigerator with room to have many shelves.
His business only kept growing from here. People were coming from all over the state and the country to visit him and try some of his delicious meat. Soon, he was able to purchase exotic meat from all over the world. People would come in and eat meat from an animal that they had never heard of. The butcher shop grew ever more popular.
The butcher was of course very proud of all he had accomplished. He could see all of his hard work paying off. He was especially proud of these unique meats that he was able to purchase. To ensure that these meats were as fresh as possible, he would put them high up on the shelves in his refrigerator.
One day, he received a letter in the mail. It was an invitation to the largest butcher's contest in the world. The butcher was very excited, but was worried when he saw the price to enter the contest: all contestants would have to prepare their very best and most exotic meat, but if you lost, you must give up all the meat in your shop.
Conflicted, the butcher began walking around his shop. He looked at the display cabinets that he had worked for years to earn, he looked at his kitchen with all sorts of meat processing equipment, and finally, he went into his refrigeration room. He looked around at all he had worked so hard to earn. There were thousands of dollars of meat in the room. He looked up to the shelves containing the meat that he would use in the competition. After much personal conflict, he walked to the shelves underneath. He looked down at the invitation. He would have to give up everything he had worked for if he lost.
But the butcher had faith in his abilities. People had always told him that his meat was the best they had ever had. He looked up at these exotic meats. He had made up his mind.
He reached out his arm to grab a slab of meat he had been saving for something special. With arm stretched out, he suddenly paused. He glanced up at the meat, feeling like it was a million miles away. Suddenly, he dropped his arm and stormed out of the refrigerator, shouting, "I can't do it! The steaks are too high!"
a refrigerator wearing a denim jacket
I'd also like a refrigerator for hot meals. Though that might not be as useful for preservation, it would be nice if pizza didn't go undesirably cold every time I leave it on the counter for more than three minutes.
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I've been feeling a little off lately. It's weird, but for the past three nights I've woken up multiple times in the early hours of the morning feeling incredibly hungry. You know when you go without eating and instead of just plain old hunger, it starts to get painful? Well that's how I've felt. I keep waking up several hours after falling asleep to that clenching feeling deep in my stomach. Almost immediately I find myself in the kitchen, the refrigerator light making me squint my eyes. The first night I ate cold pizza my boyfriend and I had delivered. It was like I couldn't bring myself to stop. I ate and ate and nothing would stop that feeling in my stomach. I moved on from the pizza to cheese slices, then I abandoned the fridge and dug into a box of cereal. That's when my boyfriend woke up and found me with my hand in a box of Frosted Flakes surrounding by the remnants of my midnight binge. He gave me a strange look and I played it off like I hadn't eaten a big enough dinner, but I had. I shoved whatever cereal I had left in my fist into my mouth and followed him back to bed. That was the first night, and the second time I woke up to that awful feeling I ate my boyfriend's leftover steak, chugged some milk, and made my way to the peanut butter in the cabinet next to the fridge. Spoonful after spoonful of pure bliss slid down my throat until there was none left, and I was still starving. I began to get angry at this point from the sheer confusion as to why I was feeling like this. I knew in my mind something had to be wrong, but all I wanted to do was eat. It was less of a want and more of a need. That night I didn't go back to bed until I had eaten enough food to sustain a person for a week at least. My boyfriend found the empty boxes the next morning and asked me to see a doctor, but I declined. Unsurprisingly, it happened again last night. This time it was better though, because when I woke up again I knew that there was an entire ham in the fridge. A ham meant to be taken to my mom's house for dinner the next day, but that was never going to happen. Let's just say that I never made it back to bed, no, my boyfriend found me asleep at the table with a torn apart ham carcass in front of me. What a pretty sight.
With all of this strange eating, I haven't gained any weight either. I weighed myself each morning, but it still reads the same. The craving is also starting to happen during the day, and I don't know what to do. Everything looks edible to me, and I just want it to stop. My boyfriend's worried about me, but I can't bring myself to tell him that I've been thinking about how he'd taste as well. Help me please.
This is the time of year when the of so delicious porters and stouts start coming out. This year, I've decided I want to cellar some of these delicious brews, but I've never done this before. Anything I need to know? Is it as easy as stick the bottle in the back of the closet/fridge and forget it?
Example: Southern Tier's Pumking says right on the bottle to cellar between 34 and 40 degrees - this is refrigerator territory. However, I've had friends tell me to cellar my homebrew stouts in the back of a closet. Are there different cellaring conditions depending on the type of beer you want to save? Are there particular types/brands of beer that cellar better than others? Recommendations for stuff to save? How long do I save these delicious brews? Any of you have good experience cellaring beers from the store or homebrews?
This is the time of year when the of so delicious porters and stouts start coming out. This year, I've decided I want to cellar some of these delicious brews, but I've never done this before. Anything I need to know? Is it as easy as stick the bottle in the back of the closet/fridge and forget it?
Example: Southern Tier's Pumking says right on the bottle to cellar between 34 and 40 degrees - this is refrigerator territory. However, I've had friends tell me to cellar my homebrew stouts in the back of a closet. Are there different cellaring conditions depending on the type of beer you want to save? Are there particular types/brands of beer that cellar better than others? Recommendations for stuff to save? How long do I save these delicious brews? Any of you have good experience cellaring beers from the store or homebrews?
What you are about to read is an expose of events involving graft, corruption, incompetence, immorality, greed and sheer stupidity. My longtime girlfriend, Sherry Fersko, filed two lawsuits in Brooklyn Supreme Court in the year 2007, Index numbers 42880/07 and 42884/07. 42880/07 was Sherry Fersko v. Robert Palmer, Robert Palmer MGT., Manhattan Beach Estates, LP, Jordan Davis, and Juan Fernandez. Case No. 42884/07 was Sherry Fersko V. P.C. Richard and Son. The first case against Robert Palmer, a landlord, his companies, partner, and superintendent of the building she lived in. This landlord, Robert Palmer, premeditatively orchestrated illegal acts under his direct supervision with the help of the building super, Juan Fernandez. Here is a brief list: Shut off the water in Ms. Fersko’s apartment when no one else’s water in our building was shut off. This was done on numerous occasions. Turned off her electricity without warning or just cause. Cut telephone wires Placed phony phone calls at all hours of the day and night. Had someone puncture a hole in Ms. Fersko’s passenger rear tire while her car was parked in her parking space in front of her apartment building. Rang downstairs doorbell late at night and early in the morning. Someone rang the front doorbell on a Sunday saying they were from the post office delivering a package for apartment 5D, which was not Ms. Fersko’s apartment, trying to get her daughter Lisa to open up the door for him. This person left without ringing anyone else’s bell to leave the package. Coupled with all of the other harassments going on, if this person was just trying to get into the apartment, then it is quite obvious the landlord wanted something very bad to happen. In August of 2007 an intruder entered the Fersko apartment following Ms. Fersko’s mother, Lillian Fersko who was returning from throwing out the garbage. The granddaughter Lisa screamed as he entered the dark hallway, although she couldn’t see his face she did see that he was wearing a winter jacket and cap although it was summer and hot. This is another instance perpetrated by the landlord to instill fear at the very least. Someone broke into Ms. Fersko’s car while it was parked in the enclosed parking lot overnight and urinated in the car. The importance of these events show the viciousness of this landlord, Robert Palmer, the Managing Agent and serve as the beginning foundation of the lawsuit that Sherry Fersko filed in November of 2007. Although this lawsuit was filed civilly, Ms. Fersko could have pursued criminal prosecution if her civil case prevailed. Ms. Fersko was suing this landlord Robert Palmer and his partner Jordan Davis for millions in punitive damages for negligence, gross negligence, conspiracy, chain conspiracy, collusion, joint negligence, and wanton and reckless behaviour. I have been in court for seven years with my girlfriend, not as a party in the case, but strictly as an observer accompanying Ms. Fersko to court every time. This is what I have observed: The first judge on the case against the landlords, was Michael A. Ambrosio, this judge verbally told me she had no case. This statement was quite improper to be made verbally by a judge as I am not a party to the case. Ms Fersko filed an order to show cause with T.R.O (Temporary Restraining Order) in Civil Action. Although the judge did not grant the relief Ms. Fersko was seeking, to stop her landlord Robert Palmer, from committing more harassing behavior, he did sign the order. Nothing happened in this case with this judge avoiding any discussion of the merits of Ms. Fersko’s case. Ms. Fersko’s case revolved around the actions that this landlord perpetrated against her and her family after a fire in her apartment caused her and her family to be homeless living in a motel, refusing to fix their apartment in a timely manner and perpetrating these illegal actions to drive her and her family out of their apartment.
The second case, index no. 42884/07, against P.C. Richard and Son involves the selling of an electric G.E. stove to my girlfriend Sherry Fersko and the subsequent improper installation of the of the stove by P.C. Richard employees who delivered the stove to her apartment.This improper installation caused combustion in the electrical wiring in the west wall of the kitchen causing a fire four months later. Thereafter the landlord Robert Palmer conspired with P.C. Richard to have Ms. Fersko’s cases thrown out before it ever reached a jury trial. This is what the plan was: Find fault with the original service of papers in one case. consolidate both cases, making sure that the index number of the case that remains is the same case in which service is questioned, so that both plaintiff’s cases will be thrown out at the same time. Before any consolidation proceeding were to commence, defendant Robert Palmer ‘s attorneys filed papers requesting a hearing to determine if the process server correctly served the papers for Ms. Fersko the plaintiff. This hearing is called a Traverse of J.H.O. hearing. At that time Ms. Fersko and myself did not realize that Ms. Fersko’s Process Server, Bernard Holder and his boss William Singler were under investigation for “Sewer Service”, a scam in which supposed debtors are not served with a notice of the pending legal case against them, as required by law, and so they do not show up in courts for hearings. When Mr. Bernard Holder appeared in this Traverse or J.H.O. hearing he brought no process server papers with him and answered questions in such a manner as to make it appear he didn’t serve the papers correctly so that Ms. Fersko’s case would be thrown out.
The next judge on Ms. Fersko’s case was Karen B. Rothenberg and she quickly ruled against Ms. Fersko’s re-argument motion and reply affidavits. In Rothenberg’s decision dated February 25th, 2010, she states that the court reviewed the transcript of the Traverse Hearing. If this were true and this judge personally read the transcript then she would have seen that the process server’s behavior, including not bringing in the process server papers, whis is the usual procedure, should have raised a red flag to the court. This judge has a Law Secretary by the name of Jennifer Rapaport, Esq., Principal Law Clerk. I called the Judge’s chambers and spoke to Ms. Rapaport. She was very brusque and abrupt not allowing me to even finish a sentence. I tried to explain to her that the only reason for my call was to inform her that Ms. Fersko had new information to give the court and that the paperwork would be forthcoming promptly to Hon. Justice Rothenberg, her reply to me, in a very nasty was was “I don’t know if we’ll accept the paperwork.” At that moment Ms. Fersko and myself sensed that there was going to be a problem. The paperwork that this Jennifer Rapaport refused to accept and sent back to Ms. Fersko, was a letter and newspaper clippings, indicting the Process Server’s boss William Singler and copies of his felony complaint which included an indictment of the process server Bernard Holder. Ms. Rapaport should be arrested for committing an act of deliberate malice, to commit a wrongful act with a reckless disregard of the law or of Ms. Fersko’s legal right resulting in great emotion and financial harm as a result of Judge Rothenberg’s ruling to throw out Ms. Fersko’s case against the landlord for millions of dollars in punitive damages, would have been re-instated had this information been made public by the court, due to the fraudulent actions of all defendants in both cases especially P.C. Richard and Son. The suspicion is great that Ms. Rapaport receive a great deal of money from defendants P.C. Richard and son for these actions, although I can’t prove it. When Judge Rothenberg was informed verbally by Ms. Fersko about Singler and his Process Server Bernard Holder and that she had papers to prove Singler’s indictment and arrest, this Judge ignored Ms. Fersko’s testimony. This makes me believe that this judge knew about Singer and Holder and was also being compensated by the defendants. On June 24th, 2010, Ms. Fersko verbally informed Judge Rothenberg that the defendant’s in the Palmer case were served their originial summons and complaint papers twice and that the Traverse Hearing only addressed the First Service. At this point it was too late for the Palmer Defendants Lawyer to file a motion stating the service wasn’t correct so at this point this Judge Rothenberg should have re-instated the Palmer case, because she apparently was already committed to the Defendants in both cases, probably by payoff, but here again I can’t prove it, this judge ordered a second Traverse Hearing knowing that the process server was dirty, but most importantly the second service was never disputed and this judge should have done the right legal thing, reinstatement of the case. At this point this Judge Rothenberg has proven her great incompetence and a great stupidity for ordering a second Traverse Hearing when none was warranted. Ms. Fersko may be pro-se but she is not an idiot and knows when something is not right. On March 18, 2012 Ms. Fersko writes a letter to Judge Rothenberg to re-instate the P.C. Richardd case which she mistakenly dismissed on 2/10/11 together with the Palmer case. This was the original plan of defendants Palmer and P.C. Richard, to have both cases thrown out together because they were both under one index number. This Judge re-instated the P.C. Richard case and incorporated the Second Traverse Hearing which should never have been and which Ms. Fersko had no reason to attend was decided against Ms. Fersko. The re-instatement of the case was on March 22, 2012. On September 13, 2012 Ms. Fersko returned to court after an absence due to undergoing breast cancer surgery and radiation treatment. Ms. Fersko was still weak and not fully recovered from the radiation treatment. The actions of this Judge Rothenberg on this day against the plaintiff, Sherry Fersko, prove beyond any reasonable doubt that this Judge is so incompetent that she should be stopped immediately and suspended from any further legal activity. This Judge thought that there would be no repercussions from her behaviour towards Ms. Fersko on that date in open court witnessed by many lawyers and litigants. She could only dare to do this in a legal system in Brooklyn Supreme Court that has run amok allowing Judges to act in highly improper demeanor disrespecting the black robes they wear. I will now relate the events I personally witnessed which sickened me to see and hear a Judge so far out of control. This Judge started screaming at Ms. Fersko stating that she was going to hold Ms. Fersko in Contempt on the basis of Ex-parte letters written to the court by the second P.C. Richard Defendant attorney Ms. Maura V. Laffan attacking Ms. Fersko and myself in our attempts to settle this case. Because copies of these letters were not sent to Ms. Fersko, the court had no right to recognize these communications. The ranting and raving of this Judge continued stating that she would also put me in contempt and check our telephone records, all based on letters containing many falsehoods made to put Ms. Fersko and myself in a bad light. This Judge thoroughly abused Ms. Fersko’s legal rights as well as mine, me not even being a party in this case. Judge Rothenberg, used her position as a judge, to commit an abuse of discretion, not exercising sound, reasonable, or even legal decision for this ten minute outburst based on an illegal foundation, also, no person can be legally held in contempt on the basis of hearsay.
Ms. Fersko and myself spoke to numerous lawyers over the years about representation without success, we feel that the reason no lawyer would touch these cases was P.C. Richard and Son, although they used other reasons to mask the truth. I believe that P.C. Richard “owns” all the courts due to their great financial wealth and political influence. P.C. Richard and Son tries to portray an outward appearance of benevolence but in reality they have built their business by cheating customers in many different ways such as putting old used parts into appliances and billing them as new. Selling customer extended warranties and not making good on them when the customer comes back or has to call the store on numerous occasions without success. Just go on your computer to http://ift.tt/1G44yKN. As of March 2, 2013 there were 149 complaints, I’m sure there are quite a few more as of September 2014. Also, P.C. Richard employs salesmen who work mostly on commission, so when a consumer comes in to buy something the salesman concentrates on selling a higher priced item so he can make more money. That is exactly what this salesman did to us when we came in to buy a stove and because he sold us an electric stove for hundreds of dollars more so he could make a more lucrative commission, the eventual outcome of that decision resulted in a fire in Ms. Fersko’s apartment due to faulty installation of an electrical stove when there would have been no problem with a non-electric stove. This salesman had no caring what his actions would cause, just as P.C. Richard and Sons, the Richard Family, have no caring about how they do business, engaging in unethical practices and deceiving the public wherever they can, to generate more income. I hope that anyone reading this will think twice before entering a P.C. Richard Store! To gauge the viciousness of this P.C. Richard family they kept Ms. Fersko and her family, as well as myself in court for seven years until now and the case isn’t even over, paying thousands and thousands of dollars in graft as well as political favors, when they could have won the case years ago, but they would rather see Ms. Fersko and her family, 93 year old mother and 40 year old daughter, who are all disabled and on fixed incomes, suffer both financially and cause great emotional distress due to the orchestrated events perpetrated by the Richard Family who are without any compassion or decency whatsoever. I hope that anyone who reads this will avenge the harm that the P.C. Richard family has done to us taking seven years out of our lives, and no one can put a price on that, by never shopping in a P.C. Richard store! Ms. Fersko and myself were not aware that our process server Bernard Holder and his boss William Singler were under investigation by Sandra Migaj, and investigator with the New York State Attorney General's office involved in a scheme constituting a systematic ongoing course of conduct with intent to defraud ten or more persons and to obtain property from ten or more persons by false and fraudulent pretenses between on or about January 1, 2008 and on or about October 8, 2008. This investigation wasn’t revealed until an article was published in Newsday by Robert E. Kessler in October of 2009. Ms. Fersko and myself spoke personally to Cyndey Kelly who was an Assistant Attorney General to Attorney General Andrew M. Cuomo and she mailed me a complaint form. Ms. Fersko and myself filled out the complaint form containing a seven page notarized letter by myself and Ms. Fersko detailing the events in Brooklyn Supreme Court and what happened in the J.H.O. Traverse Hearing involving Singler and Holder, the Process Server. Ms. Kelly went through the motions and arranged for an investigator to meet with us in Mineola on Old Country Rd. in an office. This investigator was not at all helpful and tried to warn us against pursuing this any further. At this point we realized the fix was in, Singler was going to receive a plea bargain agreement, in exchange for not naming any of the more than 30 law firms that employed him to commit illegal actions, receiving minimal jail time and minimal monetary fine for his felony crimes. What happened to the more than 30 law firms involved in Mr. Singler’s crimes? Ms. Fersko and myself think that Andrew M. Cuomo who was Attorney General and is now the Governor of New York State should answer that question. After that news article on Singler nothing more was heard about this case involving many law firms. This lawsuit was filed by Cuomo in State Supreme Court in Buffalo on behalf of Ann Pfau, the Chief Administrative Judge of the New York State Unified Court System, “to correct improperly obtained default judgements against 100,000 consumers.” Did these people get their money back? If these people did get their money back, where di the money come from? Was it tax payer’s money or did those law firms pay it? It looks like Governor Cuomo has a lot of explaining to do. Ms. Fersko and myself also wrote a detailed letter to supervising judge of the Tenth Judicial District-Nassau County, Christopher G. Quinn seeking restitution from Singler for his illegal actions perpetrated against Ms. Fersko in Brooklyn Supreme Court. This letter was then mailed to Cydney Kelley, who ignored it. At this point the graft and corruption in this Singler case was quite clear, the Attorney General’s office didn’t care that a multi-million Dollar supreme court case was thrown out due to illegal actions. Ms. Fersko and myself tried many ways to seek representation in this case approaching all types of legal aid agencies without success. After Ms. Fersko’s breast cancer surgery and treatment of radiation, Ms. Fersko called five breast cancer organizations to speak to their legal department for help on this supreme court case and all refused, it seems that all these breast cancer organizations are only about the monetary contributions they receive from the public, especially the breast cancer survivors who they call after these women have had their surgeries. These organization are one-way streets, always receiving but never giving. I would question what percentage of that money actually goes for research and what percentage goes to salaried, building rent, utility cost, and all the other miscellaneous costs.
People involved in graft, corruption, incompetence, engaged in illegal, illicit, and immoral Behavior some how benefiting from these actions which undermine the integrity of legal court system. Judge Michael A. Ambrosio- first judge on the case, did nothing to examine the merits of the case and wasted the court’s time and Ms. Fersko’s time. Spoke to Ms. Fersko and myself in a highly improper manner, and because he wasn’t conducting this case in a proper manner, it appears that he was putting this case on hold until the J.H.O Hearing and consolidation was done in the other case against P.C. Richard by Judge Knipel. Because of these very transparent action he probably benefitted in some way acting towards in a corrupt manner probably being paid off by the Defendants, at the very least this Judge should be impeached from being a Supreme Court Judge and he should lose his license. These actions were all committed in open court in full view of other litigants and lawyers in the room who witnessed this judges actions of inaction certainly noticing that he wasn’t moving the case along in a timely manner. Judge Lawrence Knipel- this is the judge who originally presided over the Fersko v. P.C. Richard case. I personally had a chance to observe this judge’s behavior with respect to how he handled cases in front of him on the bench between lawyers. He would allow these lawyers oral argument to state the merits of the case, the plaintiff would state his side and the defendant would state theirs. This judge didn’t allow Ms. Fersko to state her case and discuss the merits of her case. This judge gave the “appearance” of impropriety in his behavior on the bench when Ms. Fersko was before him. All of this was done in open court in full view of other litigants and lawyers. This judge needs to be impeached from his position of being the administrative law judge of Brooklyn Supreme Court, stripped of his black robes which he disrespects with impunity, when he engages in the actions he did against Ms. Fersko. True justice would be for him to lose his livelihood completely and be proven the disgrace that he is, a man who will subvert the law for personal gain. His law license needs to be revoked permanently, never to be able to practice law again. Judge Karen B. Rothenberg- this is the third judge in Ms. Fersko’s case. As stated before this judge made so many mistakes in this case, throwing out the case against Palmer in spite of Ms. Fersko’s presentation of proof that there was criminality of action by the process server in the J.H.O. hearing, ordering a second J.H.O. hearing after Ms. Fersko presented proof of a second service of the original summons and complaint papers which were not addressed at the J.H.O. Hearing and could not be refuted by the Defendant Attorney at this time making the second service stand and legally obligating the court to reinstate the Fersko v. Palmer case. This is the only judge who allowed Ms. Fersko to present evidence of the Merits of the case against P.C. Richard. The judge viewed pictures of the fire, pictures of the improper installation of the electrical stove, connecting the stove to the refrigerator via extension cords running along the walls of the kitchen, this caused combustion in the wiring in the walls causing a fire four months later. This judge needs to be indicted for ignoring the evidentiary proof that she received in person from the plaintiff, Ms. Fersko in open court, and then dismissing Ms. Fersko’s partial summary motion, ordering the case to immediately go to trial. An investigation of this judge’s actions, and they are all there, in black and white, show that she had to be paid off by the defendants to purposely ignore all the evidentiary proof that she was presented with by Ms. Fersko. Karen Rothenberg need to be impeached from being a judge and also lose her license to practice law forever. She is a loose cannon that needs to be stopped. Judge Kenneth P. Sherman is a judge in the Jury Coordinating Part, he proved his illegal and illicit behavior on August 8th, 2013. Ms. Fersko had a notice of motion before this court. The following events attached to this motion were made in such a dramatic way that it seems that this fiasco, and I would have to call it that, happened this way. Ms. Fersko and the Defendant Attorney Maura Laffan were summoned by the blonde haired Law Secretary and Ms. Fersko was complaining that Ms. Laffan’s behavior was quite improper always stating personal insults about Ms. Fersko, myself, Ms. Fersko’s 92 year old mother, and Ms. Fersko’s daughter. This law secretary immediately called for a court reporter who appeared very quickly trying to give Ms. Fersko the idea that her complaints would be dealt with in a proper and fair manner, this was all a ruse intended to deceive Ms. Fersko and bring the proceedings in front of the judge in chambers so that no one could view the proceedings. Ms. Fersko entered the chambers, accompanying her was the court clerk, Mr. McGill, the guard on duty, the Judge Kenneth P. Sherman, the blonde haired law secretary, and the defendant attorney Maura Laffan. In chambers Ms. Fersko was not allowed to speak about her complaints about the Defendant’s Attorney, getting her in there was just a trick by the law secretary who probably was instructed by the judge to get Ms. Fersko in chambers. The transcript by Lisa Calvano-Fragapane is misleading and slanting, giving the impression that Ms. Fersko was allowed to speak freely which she wasn’t. The judge did not allow Ms. Fersko to lodge a formal complaint against the defendant attorney Maura Laffan, instead Ms. Laffan was allowed to speak and complain about Ms. Fersko and myself. It appears that the judge and the law secretary wanted to turn the situation around by having Ms. Laffan complain about us so that the judge would deflect her complaint and not address Ms. Fersko’s which included myself. The decision, dated August 8th, 2013, was written haphazardly stating order to show cause which it was not, it was a notice of motion and this judge used this chamber situation to throw out Ms. Fersko’s motion and have it recorded in the transcript. Supreme Court Judges normally do not make decisions immediately on a notice of motion for re-argument. After Ms. Fersko stated in writing that this whole scenario seemed to be rehearsed, this judge wanted to quickly dispose of this case and send it to trial. This judge needs to be investigated because his actions were incomplete and this blonde haired law secretary also need to be investigated. These actions give the appearance of impropriety. Was the law secretary and the judge paid off? If one compares the two decisions supposedly made by this Judge Sherman there are discrepancies in the paperwork. In the decision of August 8th, it states that the motion was an order to show cause, it wasn’t, it was a notice of motion. The reason that it was written up was an order to show cause, it wasn’t, it was a notice of motion. The reason that it was written up as an order to show cause was to cover up the fact that this motion was a notice of motion requiring Judges to then read the papers making a decision within approximately sixty pays. An order to show cause forces the judge to make a quicker decision. Due to the fact that judges do not read motions before the motion date, it is highly improbable that this judge read the motion papers before he made his decision. This Judge Sherman needs to be thorougly investigated including his two law secretaries. They both acted improperly towars Ms. Fersko. This judge needs to be impeached and removed from the bench in order to stop him from abusing any more litigants in a court of law. He also needs to have his license to practice law revoked permanently. Although I can’t prove he took a payoff from the defendants, his actions speak for themselves and are of such a magnitude that the probability is great. J.H.O. Judge Maxine L. Archer should be relieved of her duties as a J.H.O. Judge. She is completely incompetent and the question of whether she was paid off is one which has to be investigated. I can answer that question. This judge had to know that the reason for a second J.H.O. Hearing involved a second service of the original summons and complaint. Her ruling at that point should have been to reinstate the case even if Ms. Fersko was not present, this judge knew that the first J.H.O. Hearing just addressed one service, the first one, not the second one which never was addressed. The fact that this judge allowed a Process Server to continue with this J.H.O. Hearing when it was established that he didn’t bring any paperwork immediately after the hearing began, which would lead any normally intelligent person, especially a competent judge, to stop the proceedings immediately and tell the process server to go back to his office and bring back the necessary documents, adjourning the hearing to that afternoon. Its really very simple if this judge is that incompetent she has to be removed from her position, but, on the other hand, if these actions were committed with illegal intent, and she was paid off by the defendants, then not only must she be removed from her position of being a J.H.O Hearing Judge, but she must be prosecuted to the full extent of the law, as well as losing her law license permanently. At that point Ms. Fersko’s should be immediately reinstated in Brooklyn Supreme Court. Chief Judge Johnathan Lippman- the legal system today has no oversight committee to properly investigate internal legal corruption perpetrated in an ongoing pattern involving many individuals who are lawyers, judges, law secretaries, clerks, and court stenographers and guards. I personally wrote to the Chief Judge appealing to him about court situations which involved graft, corruption, greed, incompetence, and the only thing I received were letters from his chief counsel, Mary C. Mone, telling me and Ms. Fersko that Chief Judge Johnathan Lippman has no authority to investigate the complaints of alleged judicial misconduct. The only remedy seem to either file legal papers to the appellate division, write to the New York State Commision on Judicial conduct. People are getting screwed in the courts everyday, and if you are pro-se there is a good chance that you may not know hot to file the appropriate appellate papers. The reason that our present day legal system will always be full of corruption is that there is no non-legal commission consisting of intelligent citizens who are not lawyers, judges, or related in any way to the legal profession. The legal system wants to police itself and that is not acceptable. Cyndey Kelley, who was in charge of the william Singler Criminal Case received a seven page notarized letter from Ms. Fersko and myself describing in great and specific detail what William HOlder did to sabotage Ms. Fersko’s Brooklyn Supreme Court Case. Knowing that Bernard Holder worked for William Singler and that there already was an ongoing criminal case since 2008, Ms. Kelley ignored the contents of our letter. It seems that the Deal Attorney General Andrew M. Cuomo made with Mr. Singler to keep quiet and not involve the many law firm’s Singler worked for and committed “sewer service” was more important than charging Mr. Singler and his process server Mr. Bernard Holder. Ms. Cyndey Kelley is guilty of obstruction of justice, and should be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. The excuse that she was following Attorney General Andrew Cuomo’s orders doesn’t exonerate her. In Mr. Singler’s plea agreement it states on page 4, Item number 10B, the “Attorney General may further prosecute Singler for any crimes he may have committed. This authority is not limited by paragraphs 2 or 4 above.” The failure of Ms. Cyndey Kelley to prosecute Singler and Holder after she became aware of the facts of what they had done to Ms. Fersko’s case was a failure of her fiduciary responsibility as an appointed civil servant in the Attorney General’s office representing the citizens of New York and taken a sworn oath to do that. Furthermore Ms. Kelley had to be aware of the contents of the plea agreement. This is also further proof that the corruption of these individuals in Brooklyn Supreme Court extended far beyond the court involving political corruption straight to the Attorney General’s office and Andrew M. Cuomo. The then New York State Attorney General Andrew M. Cuomo filed a lawsuit against American Legal Process, owned by William Singler, and more than 30 law firms. This was reported in Newsday by Robert E. Kessler. I find it very odd that nothing more about this case was reported in this paper. The more than thirty law firms were never mentioned by name and the real outcome of this case involving these law firms was never divulged. I believe a thorough investigation of the case should be made, the names of these law firms should be made public knowledge. I think Mr. Cuomo, who is not the Governor of New York, should reveal to the public how much money was refunded by each law firm and to whom to prove that the $100,000 people who were duped, really id get their money back. Then Mr Cuomo should explain why Cyndey Kelley ignored us, representing the Attorney General’s office and not prosecuting Mr. Singler and his employee Bernard Holder, for sabotaging Ms. Fersko’s Brooklyn Supreme court case, also a constituent of New York who had every right to be protected in the clearly criminal actions of Bernard Holder who worked for and represented William Singler, who at that time your office was prosecuting. No one should be exempt from prosecution, especially politicians who are entrusted with protecting the interests of the citizens they are representing. Judge Donald Scott Kurtz, will the graft and corruption ever stop? This judge’s arrogant behaviour, who is the last judge to appear in this case and who presumably didn’t know anything about the case was trying very hard to throw out our case. His demeanor and condescending manner coupled with a very aggressive tone, lead me to suspect that he could also be on the defendant’s payroll as if he had a certain predetermined agenda. I think he proved my suspicions when he transferred Ms. Fersko’s case to a lower civil court. Ms. Fersko and myself vehemently object to this treatment, already spending seven years in Brooklyn Supreme Court, expecting to go to trial in this same court, not a lower one. This judge at no time showed the least compassion for Ms. Fersko when I appeared before him and told him that Ms. Fersko was involved in a motor vehicle accident and was injured. This complete lack of humanity shows the demeanor of a person who has no business wearing judicial robes because this demeanor of great impropriety disrespects the legal profession and that at the very least, is why he should be removed from the bench, lose the great privilege of being a Supreme Court Judge and lose his license to practice law, because he is a disgrace to the profession. Whether this Judge was or wasn’t paid off, he had no judicial right to treat us in that manner and he should pay a dear price for doing that and lose his livelihood! Jennifer Rapaport is the Principal Law Clerk for Judge Karen Rothenberg. Right from the beginning when Ms. Fersko appeared in front of Judge Karen Rothenberg, the third Judge in this case, Ms. Fersko and myself encountered aggressive and negative behaviour towards us from Jennifer Rapaport. The only way we could make sense in understanding her behaviour and subsequent actions is that Ms. Rapaport was being paid off by the defendants to try to sabotage our case and that there was a definite benefit to her in acting this way. Having Power of Attorney for Ms. Fersko, I wrote a seven page letter of complaint to the Administrative Judge at that time for civil matters, in Supreme Court Kings County, Sylvia O. Hinds-Radix. This judge swept my letter of compaint under a rug and dismissed it. This is another example that the legal system has no oversight committee to police themselves, just legal mechanisms such as appeal which are costly if you have to hire a lawyer or beyond one’s scope of expertise if you are pro-se and have no knowledge of the appeal process. Again, the same response was the administrative Judge cannot interfere in a pending matter. The fact is Jennifer Rapaport lied and purposely took steps to stop the Judge, Judge Rothenberg, from receiving important pertinant information. Ms. Rapaport’s continued evasive behaiour culminated in receiving ex=parte letters from Defendant Attorney Maura Laffan. The contents of these letters were explained by Ms. Rapaport to her Judge, Judge Karen Rothenberg, in a way to paint a dark picture aobut Ms. Fersko and myself, with Ms. Rapaport repeating ourtight lies to this judge. Regardless, of whether Ms. Rapaport did this or not, simply the fact atht she allowed this judge to rant and rave to Ms. Fersko and myself in open court, with Ms. Rapaport knowing that this was an ex-parte letter and should not have been addressed by the court, that is the proof that she was bought and paid for by defendnats, P.C. Richard and Son, The P.C. Richard family. As further proof of her deception is a letter dated January 22, 2010, it states “your ex-parte correspondence is being returned to you opened but unread by the judge.” This is absolute proof that this law secretary is “dirty”. The ex-parte letter by Defendant Attorney Maura Laffan is dated February 26, 2013- two pages-note the second page has no cc notation that a copy was sent to Ms. Fersko of this communication. Also it appears that another letter was sent to this court, also ex-parte, and I quote the first line of the letter, “we are again forced to contact you concerning the extraordinarily improper behaviour of the Plaintiff, Sherry Fersko.” Ms. Jennifer Rapaport needs to be immediately suspended from her job as Principal Law Clerk, lose that job, have her law license revoked permanently and be prosecuted for her illegal actions for subverting due process of law, deliberately trying to sabotage the legal case, withholding information from the court and collusion with the defendants for personal gain. This collusion could very well involve other court employees. Maura Laffan is the second attorney for P.C. Richard and Son office at 221 Mineola Boulevard, Mineola, New York 11501. Right from the beginning that she entered this case she has waged a verbal and written war of words against Ms. Fersko and myself. She has used her legal papers as a conveyance to insult, degrade, defame, and make fun of myself, Ms. Fersko, and her family, mother and daughter. Ms. Fersko filed a motion with the court to dismiss Ms. Laffan from this case as well as her law firm Although this is a very serious motion which questions why this court should allow a lawyer to prosecute a case in such an unprofessional manner trying to use lies and outright deception before Judges Rothenberg and Kenneth P. Sherman who were both familiar with the case. The fact that these judges allowed this type of behavior is further proof that they are “dirty”. These judges are both aware of the proper way in which lawyers are supposed to act. Everyday lawyers come before them in a respectful manner not engaging in malicious action either in verbal or written form. The fact that these judges allowed this behaviour is despicable. When this motion came before this court, in the Jury Coordinating Part, on September 8th, 2014, Judge Lawrence Knipel, denied this motion without reading it. Again, I reiterate, the fix was in, and that explains why Ms. Laffan could act that way and get away with her actions. Ms. Laffan needs to lose her license to practice law Just because she was able to act in a corrupt manner apparently in a corrupt environment, Ms. Laffan has to be held accountable as well as the corrupt judges.
In conclusion, I am appealing to the public for help in righting the wrongs that have been perpetrated and accomplished against Ms. Sherry Fersko, her family, mother and daughter, and myself, Martin Kornfeld. The persons I have written about will deny everything and try to paint a picture that Ms. Fersko and myself are totally unbalanced people and that we are imagining everything that happened in the case. They will say these are all random events that are not connected, but anyone who knows anything about the legal system knows that lawyers, judges, and all court personnel have a written code of conduct that they are supposed to abide by. This code incorporates a strict ethical and moral basis with zero tolerance. This is the help we need; We need the public to step forward, contact us and appear with us in court as witnesses. We need that moral support to show the court and the world that injustice, especially in the form of graft and corruption, will not be tolerated by the good people of this country. We need legal help in the form of representation by lawyers who abhor the illegal actions that have been made against us. I realize that what I have written and made public may very well put myself, Ms. Fersko, and her family in grave danger. Robert Palmer, the landlord, and the P.C. Richard family are vicious people and have the capability of doing us harm. We are also asking for protection against these people.
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Happy Halloween! It has once again been a month or so since I've posted. It's not that I haven't been working chords out. I just haven't gotten around to posting. Anyhow, I'm back with another batch of chords. I'm going to try and get back into the swing of things and make my posts weekly again. "Forgive me if I don't believe you /u/indecisivemonkey, but we've heard this song and dance before." Ah yes; This much is true, but I really need to start posting again for my own sake. Well then, enough rambling. I hope you all find the chords useful. Until next time, I hope you keep well. (Yes I just made it sound as though I think you all are foods in the refrigerator)
As usual there will be an alphabetical list in the comments with page numbers.
Here's a link to the updated album
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Notes:
I keep my guitar tuned a half step low so if you are using standard tuning you'll need to subtract 1 from the capo numbers.
Feel free to make song requests in the comments I will try to add them to my list for next week, or someone else with the requisite skills can help you out.
If there are any songs you feel aren't up to snuff (or you would like alternate chords for a song), let me know, and I will try to revisit them.
If you have any questions regarding specific chords feel free to ask and I will do my best to relay the finger positions.
The Death Agreement: Severity & Preamble & Section I - Recount History | Section II - Look After Family | Section III & IV - Obituary & Attend Funeral | Section V - Share Final Words | Section VI - Wishes | Section VII - Celebrate Life | [Section VIII - Visit The Dead & Ex Post Facto & Addendum]
SECTION VII - CELEBRATE LIFE
The C.I.D. agents followed me through the winding hallway. I turned the last corner and found the door to my room partially open.
“Huh, that’s strange.” The hinge creaked as I pushed it the rest of the way inward.
I leaned my head inside and looked toward the empty kitchen, then toward the dark bedroom. “Mary? You still here? Decent?” When she didn’t respond, I stepped over the threshold. “Mary? I’ve got company.”
I turned to the agents and shrugged. “I guess she decided to leave.”
Rossenkants narrowed his eyes. “What did you say Mary’s last name is?”
I motioned for them to follow me into the kitchen. “I’ll give you her business card. Don’t mind the mess,” I said, stopping to pick up a crushed beer can.
The agents stepped inside and waited as I threw away the rest of the trash from the night before.
Porter stared at the three empty liquor bottles. “Would you say you’re a heavy drinker?”
“I’ve had a rough few weeks.”
“I see,” she said.
I shook my head. “Lady, you don’t have slightest idea.”
Rossenkants took a step forward and held out his hand. “Business card?”
I removed Mary’s card from under a magnet on the fridge and handed it to him. “That’s her office. Her cell is written on the back.”
Rossenkants looked at it and nodded. “Thank you.”
“Give me a second, I’ll get the rest.” I tried to walk pass the agents, but Porter grabbed my arm.
“Lieutenant,” she said, “why don’t you stay here with me while my partner has a quick look around.”
I shrugged off her hand and made a waving gesture. “By all means, knock yourself out.”
Rossenkants smiled and left the kitchen.
Porter looked me over. “What is it you’re not telling us?”
“You probably won’t believe this, Agent Porter, but from the moment I heard that Jesse had died, all I’ve tried to do is keep from losing it.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I hadn’t even recovered from the news that he was gone before I learned about what else he had done. Not to mention everyone thinking I had any part in this. I’m not a murderer. I’m not an accomplice. I’m not anything.”
She frowned. “All of this is happening around you, yet you can stand here and tell me that you’re not involved.”
I stared at her for a moment before responding. Finally, I said, “Because it’s true. I didn’t ask for any of this, and all I want is for it to end.”
“You’re very convincing, but where there’s smoke there’s fire.”
From the living room, Rossenkants called out, “All clear.”
Porter smiled and left the kitchen. “Now, about that evidence….”
The jeans I’d worn the night before were piled at the base of the couch. I picked them up and rummaged through the pockets looking for Taylor’s letter.
“Damn,” I said.
“What is it?” Rossenkants asked.
“It’s gone. The drawing…the confession…both copies of The Death Agreement.”
In a mocking tone, Rossenkants asked, “Is it possible you put them somewhere else? Maybe in your bedroom?”
“No. I had everything in my pocket.” I threw the jeans across the room and nearly fell backward. “That bitch stole it for her goddamn story!”
Porter and Rossenkants watched me pace back and forth. I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed her number. The call went to voicemail, of course.
“Why, Mary? You didn’t need to steal from me. I would have given you copies.”
Ending the call, I sat on the couch, and lowered my head.
“She’s got what you want,” I said to the agents. “So leave me alone and go bother her.”
I felt their untrusting eyes stare through me for what seemed like an eternity before Rossenkants finally walked back into the hallway.Porter followed him. From the hall, Porter said, “You’ll be seeing us again soon, Lieutenant.”
I listened to their heavy footsteps fade away.
For months, I had constantly been in the dark, and when I finally felt like I had gotten ahead of the game, the game thrust me right to the back of the line. I knew right then that I was done with The Death Agreement, done with Jesse Taylor, done with the military, done with everything. As for Yang and Mary, they could go to hell. I didn’t care why he had helped some psychopath take that saw, and I couldn’t give less of a damn why she had thrown away my trust for a story.
It dawned on me how long I had allowed all the hurt, anger, and sadness to flow into each other, strengthening over time until the meld became a perfect storm of pain.
I crawled into bed and screamed and thrashed and cried and cursed and kicked. At some point I forgot about the troubles of the world. At some point I forgot about Jon Randon.
**
The blades of a helicopter sliced through the air somewhere in the darkness above.
“Jon?” Taylor whispered. “Come and play with us.”
I opened my eyes and sat up on a blood-covered cot. Taylor’s shadow danced away and I stood, amazed both of my legs were made of flesh. Looking around the empty medical tent, I felt a sense of disorientation, as if the world had began spinning in the wrong direction.
“Jesse, I don’t know what to do.”
The steady cadence of a helicopter engine distorted into a sickly whine that grew louder and louder.
“Come,” Taylor said.
I followed the shadow to the front of the tent and looked up at millions of maple tree helicopters slowly falling to the ground.
“Beautiful,” I said.
When the first pod landed softly onto the sand, a terrible crash of twisting metal and shattering glass filled the air, and a sudden blast of heat blew back the tent flap, burning my face.
I marveled at the red fireball roiling high into the pitch-black sky.
The shadow circled around me like a vortex, then slid from the tent into the hot desert air. “Come play with us,” Taylor said again.
Several other shadows, silhouetted by the blaze behind the dunes, slid across the black sands. They were laughing and kicking a ball. I knew them all. Mr. Hunter, Mrs. Christina, Kyle, Tiffany, Lorie….
Mary Stallings said, “Kick it to me, kick it to me,”
“No,” Yang replied. “It’s Jon’s turn.”
“Hello everyone.” I waved, and they all waved back.
Taylor pointed in my direction.
Yang kicked.
I ran forward and stopped the ball with my right foot, feeling the soft texture give slightly under my weight.
“It’s mine,” Taylor said. “Kick it over to me.”
“Okay.” I readied myself, drawing back my right leg, then stopped. “Wait. Something is wrong.”
I rolled the roundish object under my foot, twisting and turning it. “The ball have hair.”
After giving it another roll, the face Taylor’s infant son, Jon, came into view. His milky, dead eyes stared up into his head, and when I screamed, the baby looked at me and blinked.
**
Each time I woke from a nightmare, I noted the color of the sky seeping through the window shade before forcing myself back into oblivion. The ambient light had changed from blue, to orange, to red, then finally to the dull eggshell color of the street lamps.
Eventually my mind refused to shut back off, and instead of restless sleep, I listened to the sound of a clock ticking the hours away.
My stomach growled. The pangs of hunger had caught up to me, and I couldn’t recall when I had last eaten.
I knew it was past midnight by the sound of the generators. They only kicked on after the solar power batteries fully depleted, which usually happened around two in the morning.
I fumbled to get myself out of bed, making sure to securely attach my leg before attempting to stand.
In the kitchen, I found the refrigerator nearly empty. What little was inside didn’t appeal to me in the least, but my stomach rumbled again, telling me to eat something anyway.
I inspected the quarter loaf of bread, looking for signs of mold. Then I opened the container of lunch meat and sniffed. “Borderline.” I shrugged and dropped shiny turkey slices on what had been left of the rye, then devoured the sandwich. After, I drank a glass of tap water and wiped my lips on the sleeve of my winked dress uniform.
Appetite pacified, I opened my door to see if the newspaper had been delivered. Sure enough, the St. Patty’s day edition of the Baltimore Sun had been propped up against the door frame, rolled up in a transparent yellow sleeve.
Kneeling, I noticed specks of blood that led down the hallway, and wondered which patient’s leaking bandage had messed up the carpet.
I sat down at the kitchen table and flipped the paper open to the Obituaries.
Mary had kept her word at least in terms of Taylor’s death notice. The tidy history of Major Jesse Taylor lay before me in black ink on the dull grey pulp.
‘Sterile’, she had called it.
Yeah, well maybe it had lacked soul. I didn’t care. The message was honest, and that was enough for the general public. The firestorm would come, no doubt, but I didn’t want to be the one to throw the match.
While I read over the good parts of Taylor’s life, a transformer exploded somewhere far off, and the lights in my room dimmed until they finally extinguished.
Sitting in the dark, I considered trying to go back to sleep, but then I heard the unmistakable loud pop of a second transformer.
“Gotta be a power surge,” I said.
Then the silence was shattered again by a third explosion, a foundation-rattling blast.
“What the…?”
I walked to the window and peeked outside. The whole campus seemed to be without power. The crescent moon provided the only light for miles.
Though I had hoped to see several electrical crews working, the street was deserted, and a sudden need to go outside overwhelmed me. I felt my way through the darkness to the door, hoping that when I opened it, I would find light on the other side.
The hallway was just as dark, and after I closed the door behind me, cutting off the dim moonlight, the pitch-black felt viscous. My throat tightened and my breathing quickened. I pulled in each breath through my open mouth to make as little noise as possible. When the floor creaked below my feet, dread like I’ve never experienced stabbed though me.
Every step was deliberate, careful. I did not know why I was so frightened, but fear is immune to logic, so I walked slowly toward the faint red glow of the exit sign at the end of the hall. I sensed the doors to my sides as I went, and my jaw tightened in anticipation of them bursting open. Absolute silence would be my only protection from what may lay ahead, sneak up from behind, or attack from either side.
I stared at the glowing sign and watched it grow larger with every small step. It felt like a lifetime, maybe even longer, but I finally made it to the door and let out a relieved sigh.
I pressed on the latch and pushed. The door creaked open, and I stepped out onto the fire escape, looked up at the starless night sky, and took in deep breaths of the cool march air.
Light from the fingernail-moon reflected off of the fog, creating a broken halo effect. The parking lot below the fire escape was mostly empty, and at the far end, the seemingly black leaves of the maple trees swayed, beckoning me forward.
I descended the rusted staircase, scanning for signs of movement. The campus was supposed to have a couple dozen people stationed. Soldiers were always outside, regardless of the hour, yet everything was eerily still.
I kept looking back down the parking lot, then my attention fell on a car and I couldn’t pull my gaze away.
What about it? I wondered.
I racked my mind trying to find a reason why that car seemed so familiar, then a memory flashed: Me standing on the fire escape, calling out to Mary, letting her know to come up that way to avoid the soldier at the front desk.
The car belonged to her. I quickened my pace. Once off the steps, I ran through the parking lot, hoping I had been mistaken.
As I approached the front of the car, a figure on the edge of the parking lot darted through the shadow of the building hanging over the parking lot.
“Mary?” I called out and heard footsteps running on pavement, drawing closer.
I rounded the corner of the car and had a fraction of a second to register the butt-end of a rifle before it slammed into my face.
**
I opened my eyes and my vision cleared on a pair of loafers standing on the pavement. A hand came down and slapped my cheek, then one of the shoes kicked me in the ribs, rolling me onto my back. I heard the unmistakable chi-chink of a pump-action shotgun, then a barrel appeared inches from my eyes.
The gun moved aside. Yang stood over me, eyes wide and bloodshot, jaw clenched and trembling. “I thought you were one of them,” he said.
He held out his hand. I took it, and he pulled me to my feet.
I spit out a mouthful of blood. “Think I swallowed a tooth,” I said, rubbing the side of my face. “What the fuck?”
“You’re lucky I didn’t blow your head off.”
“How do I know you’re still not going to?” I held hands up, spreading my fingers. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve aided a mass murderer in stealing evidence, and now you’re a fugitive. And what the hell do you mean you thought I was one of them?”
“Get up. We need to go somewhere safe to talk.”
“We can go up to my room.”
Yang shook his head. “It isn’t safe there. Come on.” He turned and began walking away.
“Wait!” I yelled. “This car belongs to a friend of mine. I need to find her.”
Yang stopped and looked back. “Trust me, you don’t want to.”
**
Yang peeked into the window of the headquarters building, the room a dull red glow from the emergency lighting system.
“Did you kill the power?” I asked.
“No. Most of it had already been cut by the time I got here. Transformers have been going off all over the base.”
“I heard three go.”
Yang nodded. “The whole place is dark now.” He looked through another window. “Okay,” he said. “It still looks safe. Let’s go see the base commander.”
I followed Yang around to the back entrance. The door hung open, broken from the frame.
“Inside, move,” Yang ordered.
I stepped into the building, sure that he intended to blow a hole through my back. When the shot didn’t come, I said, “Colonel Litwell wouldn’t be here this late.”
“He’s….” Yang sighed. “He’s not. Listen Jon, I’ll tell you everything, but you won’t believe me unless you see with your own eyes, all right? We just need to get to his office.”
I nodded and led the way to Litwell’s door, finding that it had been ripped from the hinge and lay on the hallway floor.
“What the hell happened here,” I said, stepping into the commander’s office. The room had been destroyed. Glass and broken furniture covered the floor. Sitting behind the battered desk, bathed in red light, Colonel Litwell lay with his head down on top of his folder arms.
“Sir?” I took a step forward.
Litwell did not move. I stepped closer.
“Sir? It’s Lieutenant Randon,” I said, reaching out to shake his arm.
I touched him and pulled my hand away from his ice cold skin. “Oh, god.”
“He got to him before I could,” Yang said, walking up beside me. “I knew he’d come back here, and I wanted to warn the colonel to lock the base down. Couldn’t risk calling.”
Yang grabbed Litwell by the shoulders and slid back his chair. “I think he came here for the station list to find out who else would be on base and where they would be.” He pointed to a crumpled sheep of paper clutched in litwell’s fist.
Yang swung the chair around so that I could see Litwell’s whole body. Only Litwell didn’t have a whole body. The bottom half of him was missing, entrails and thick, black gore spilling out onto the floor, terror etched his dead face, frozen in a final scream. The blood-red light illuminating what was left of his corpse perfectly conveyed the agony that he must had felt.
I turned away and threw up.
“We have to call for help.” I wiped away the spittle hanging from my still sore lip. “We can go to the MP station.”
Yang shook his head. “I found the guards at the front gate dead when I arrived. Went to the station next. They’re all dead, too. It’s a blood bath. I came across several other bodies while making my way to your room. All of them butchered, parts missing. Some were still alive…I shot them.”
“What—”
Yang held up a hand. “I had to.”
I had been stepping backwards, away from Yang without realizing it. My back hit the wall, and I said, “You’re telling me you killed wounded men?”
Yang nodded. “That’s why we’re not calling for help. Not yet.”
I lowered myself to the floor, noticing all the broken picture frames, each containing a photo of Litwell smiling and shaking hands with politicians. I tried to reconcile the man in the photo with the mass of butchered dead flesh in the chair.
Yang walked over and sat down next to me. He leaned the shotgun against the wall in the space between us. I thought about grabbing for it, but Yang’s expression told me he knew what I was thinking.
After a moment of silence, he began his tale in a slow and even tone:
“Howard Taylor’s residence…I knew the bastard we’ve been after was nearby. He’d been staying in that house, hiding, planning, whatever.
“Once the Fed’s took over the scene, I left the house to head home. Keys in hand, I approached my car, but I sensed someone watching me.
“I noticed trunk lid bent then saw a streak of blood on the handle, so I pulled my gun. ’Come out with your hands up,’ I shouted, then glanced toward the house, hoping someone could back me up.
“The trunk flew open, catching me off guard. I fired…once, twice, three time. I had to have hit him, but he was fast. Somehow managed to knock my gun away and grab my throat.”
“Was it Alan Goodtime?”
Yang shook his head and laughed. “Goodtime! Oh, the goodtime will come for me, but not yet. Not yet.”
I stared at him, furrowing my brow and wondering if Yang had lost his mind. “Who then?”
Yang closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. “Hooded, long grey jacket…military issue. I couldn’t see his face then. He was strong. I tried to fight….
“Then I wake up in the rear seat of my car, hands tied behind my back. We’re parked outside of my apartment. He’s going through my wallet, and holds up a picture of Lin and Brandon, my Brother’s wife, and my nephew. He tells me what he wants, and he tells me what he’s going to do to them if he doesn’t get what he wants.
“I walked him inside the station. He was right behind me, pressing the gun against my spine. I never expected he’d make it back out, but when we got to the evidence locker, instead of killing me, he only knocked me out. I don’t know how he managed to get away, but what choice did I have, Jon? What choice?”
“Why did you run? I’m sure the other cops would have understood.”
“They wouldn’t have listened.”
“You could have told them what happened. Now they think you’ve been in on this.”
Yang turned toward me. His eyes wide and wild. “They would have asked who and I wouldn’t have been able to lie.”
I met his stare. “Who was it, Yang? Why would that make you think you needed to run?”
He opened his mouth to speak, lips trembling, and then he answered both of my questions with a name: “Jesse Taylor.”
The Death Agreement: Severity & Preamble & Section I - Recount History | Section II - Look After Family | Section III & IV - Obituary & Attend Funeral | Section V - Share Final Words | Section VI - Wishes | Section VII - Celebrate Life | [Section VIII - Visit The Dead & Ex Post Facto & Addendum]
I am absolutely tired of having to stuff my face with a handful of pretzals. ( we got them as a present. it's our only food until this afternoon.)
my stomach hurts so much after going only four hours without food. It gets so bad that I throw up bile and the remnants of whatever i ate earlier. the thing is, is that I'm pretty sure it's because we've only had carby foods. cup noodles will make me "hungry" after an hour. pretzals last 30 minutes. the only things that seem to fill me up for longer than six hours are hot dogs.
i'm an extremely poor, disabled fatass that's been trying to stick to their diet as much as possile, but is restricted by having almost no money, no kitchen, and no appliances other than the microwave and whatever we're allowed to use next door. this is limited to the can opener, refrigerator, and stove if we can find dishes. (even then, the only thing we could bring over at the time were noodles and some weird spaghetti sauce. I only felt better after going for the meatballs.)
I don't want to break down and have to get fried chicken again. it's readily available, and requires no cooking or microwavable plates (i'm so sick of spending money on them.). are there any other cheaper, healthier, and filling foods that can keep me from agony?
If the pain wasn't so bad I would just ignore it and deal with the hunger until it was time to eat again. sadly everytime i've tried to just make do, it's ended badly. I'm not even talking a 12 hour fast. i'm talking about trying to go to a regular meal time. five or six hours?
I smoke weed sometimes and have a habit of the munchies (which i've been looking out for and getting under control.), could this have anything to do with my stomach pain?
I didn't know which subreddit to go to. i'm just desperate for relief.
Hello all. I'm not quite sure who to ask, but I figured a subreddit specifically about coffee, especially how to brew it, would be useful.
I just got back into my coffee habit, and I have to say that so far I am in love with it. I had not even read this forum, but ended up selecting the Bodum 8-Cup, and it is one of my favorites so far. Even with one of the darkest roasts I can find, one of the smoothest cups I have ever tasted.
But enough of the good news, time for the problem.
I really want to bring my coffee in to work. The problem is that 1- I work 10 hour days. So I expect to want at least 1-2 cups of coffee somewhere in the middle of the day. 2- I won't say where I work for fear of their office being set on fire, but we have no method of brewing coffee there. I have a refrigerator and microwave, but no coffee pot. I also am not allowed to bring my own in. So any coffee must be instant (please no) or pre-brewed.
So how do you recommend bringing in my coffee? I'm not sure about drinking it cold, and I have heard that microwaves do very bad things to your coffee.
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Alright everyone, here are the winners! I will edit them in the original post as well! Please comment if you are a winner!
Winners Status 1. /u/superbboiz Unclaimed 2. /u/lurkyyy Unclaimed 3. /u/Wroldwide Unclaimed 4. /u/proxl04 Unclaimed 5. /u/OfficialCyndaquil Unclaimed 6. /u/lilsmallderp Unclaimed 7. /u/xcerpt77 Unclaimed 8. /u/HNT33 Unclaimed 9. /u/crzymnky335 Unclaimed 10. /u/ChaosCommand Unclaimed
I'd prefer to distribute your prizes via GTS, but we can direct trade as well! I Will be pm'ing all of the winners shortly! Thanks again for participating!
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Good evening! It is now time to begin tonight's festivities! I've never really celebrated Halloween. When I was a child, the only thing my family did for Halloween was pass out candy. So in honor of our tradition of giving, I'd like to join in on all of the Giveaway fun!
x15 of Dusknoir and x15 of Shedinja will be raiding your refrigerators.... Gasp, tonight!. (More may appear if the conditions are met.) Dusknoir is my favorite Ghost type Pokemon and I'd like to spread the love. It will also have the move Dynamic Punch, a very hard move to get on a Dusknoir as it only could be learned from a move tutor as a Dusclops in Pokemon Emerald. Shedinja is my second favorite Ghost type Pokemon and will have the moves Swords Dance, Agility, and Baton Pass. These moves are special because they could only be obtained by exploiting a glitch with its evolution in Gen III and I believe Gen IV.
Pokemon Level Gender Ability Nature Item IV(s) EV(s) Moves Ball Dusknoir 50 Female Pressure Adamant Rare Candy 31/31/31/31/31/0 252 HP, 252 Def, 6 SpD Gravity, Dynamic Punch, Pain Split, Shadow Sneak Pokeball
- Dusknoir | Level 50 | Female | Pressure | Adamant | 31/31/31/31/31/0 | 252 HP 252 Def 6 SpD | Gravity, Dynamic Punch, Pain Split, Shadow Sneak | Smogon | 00109 | Pokeball | Hoenn | ENG
Pokemon Level Gender Ability Nature Item IV(s) EV(s) Moves Ball Shedinja 50 --- Wonder Guard Jolly Rare Candy 31/31/31/31/31/31 252 Atk, 6 SpD, 252 Spe X-Scissor, Swords Dance, Agility, Baton Pass Pokeball
- Shedinja | Level 50 | Genderless | Wonder Guard | Jolly | 31/31/31/31/31/31 | 252 Atk 6 SpD 252 Spe | X-Scissor, Swords Dance, Agility, Baton Pass | Red | 24812 | Pokeball | Hoenn | ENG
Quantity 15 / 15
- RULE 1 : Deposit anything that isn't easily snipe-able. No evees, starters, luvdisc, scatterbug, etc. Please refrain from depositing the same Pokemon that I'm giving away or any Pokes that evolve.
- RULE 2 : Put your GTS message as : elmo
RULE 3 : After you've deposited your Poke, comment below in the following format : Level, Gender, and Species of the Pokemon you deposited, the Pokemon you want, and your IGN (In Game Name).
Here's an example:
May I have a Dusknoir please and thank you?
Deposited a level 22 Male Staravia
IGN : Emilioo
- RULE 4 : If you get sniped, I will give you ten minutes to respond. If you don't respond within ten minutes, I will skip you, BOO! :( If you are skipped, you may make a new comment, but I can't guarantee that you will receive one.
Still not afraid? Check out their leader! In honor of Haunted Refrigerator Night, I'll be giving out x10 Shiny Rotom-Frost. The whole premise of Haunted Refrigerator Night is to either raid your refrigerator for a midnight's snack, or to be courageous and clean out those icky leftovers that you've been dreading to throw away. To receive a Rotom-Frost, you'll have to enter this contest.
☆ Pokemon Level Gender Ability Nature Item IV(s) EV(s) Moves Ball ☆ Rotom - Frost 50 --- Levitate Timid Leftovers 31/31/31/31/31/31 6 Def, 252 SpA, 252 Spe Thunderbolt, Blizzard, Trick, Volt Switch Pokeball
- Shiny Rotom-Frost | Level 50 | Genderless | Levitate | Timid | 31/31/31/31/31/31 | 6 Def 252 SpA 252 Spe | Thunderbolt, Blizzard, Trick, Volt Switch | Emiliooo | 10154 | Pokeball | Kalos | ENG
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- RULE 1 : Let's play a game! Hidden somewhere in this thread is a link to the form that will grant you access to entering the contest! HINT : Click the Pikachu! If you click the wrong link, you will be on this page. If you click on the correct link, you will be on this page.
- RULE 2 : ` at all of the people that tried to click the second page! You can only enter the Contest once! If you enter it multiple times, I will ignore all of your added entries!
- RULE 3 : Please do not ask for shiny Rotom-Frost in your comments below! The only way you can win one is by finding the correct link to enter. I'll be assigning each entry a secret number and will use RNG to pick the winners. I will PM all of the winners.
- RULE 4 : If you don't want to participate in the giveaway above, you can still enter the contest! The winners will be announced below!
Winners IGN Status 1. /u/ Unclaimed 2. /u/ Unclaimed 3. /u/ Unclaimed 4. /u/ Unclaimed 5. /u/ Unclaimed 6. /u/ Unclaimed 7. /u/ Unclaimed 8. /u/ Unclaimed 9. /u/ Unclaimed 10. /u/ Unclaimed
- Also, please give a huge thanks to /u/Ethoxi for the PokeGen'd Dusclops, /u/Ninjadued for helping to evolve the Dusclops into a Dusknoir, and /u/fornication for the PokeGen'd Shedinja!