Sunday, May 28, 2017
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Ya know, I get uncomfortable when some people describe a child as "more beautiful than many adult girls" or if there is a little girl with certain aesthetically beautiful attributes (eyes, hair, nose, etc) they push to "adultify" the child whether it be a child model in adult or suggestive poses, or portraying them in adult situations in movies. I mean, it's out there, I can PROVE it and I hate it. For example, think of Brook Shields and Chloe Grace Moretz. These children were hyper sexualized as children which led to them being portrayed in a sexual manner as well as acting in movies in which they participated in a very graphically sexual role at young ages. Brook Shields played in "The Blue Lagoon" and "Pretty Baby". In both roles she was underage in the scenes she played. While I haven't watched these movies I know for a bloody fact that one does not need to watch those hellish moral-less, pointless, hypersexed movies! Children are NOT adults. We should not be describing children in reference to adult attributes, nor should we pose them in an adult or sexually suggestive manner. This is vile degradation of child innocence in it's most twisted, masked form, whether you are a Christian or not this is wrong. I don't want to hear any filth based excuses like "innocence is a social construct" or "morality is relative". You may not be able to see it, but I hope one day you do. Don't even get me started on the book and the Hell-worthy movie "Lolita". Why this is acceptable is beyond me. If I was in charge of this country I'd have the director shot not to mention all the books and movies of this rot burned. Oh, don't forget the dumpster inspired crap that is "Toddlers in Tiaras". Thankfully the good American people petitioned and took that waste to the garbage where it belongs. With many children dressing in explicitly adult costumes as well s taking sexual poses and making sexual gestures, it is simply a part of this mass sexualization of children. I think we can all agree that child beauty pageants are no longer about comparing the natural adorable attributes of children but rather turning them into adult objects. I mean, why elese would you cake makeup on a child and dress them as though they were adult? It's absolutely deplorable right? Look I could go on about this, about Toddlers in Tiaras, about Brook Shields, about the sexualiztion of children and so on, but these are my main points. I am aware that I have some correcting to do and that I will do have no fears! Children are children and we should view and value them that way and not compare their physical attributes to adults! To the morons that promote this destructive stuff, I truly hope you realize your mistake, until then I will oppose you to the fires of hell. Bullzie!
Sunday, October 16, 2016
A lonely man sat hunched over the table in a darkly lit tavern. He was crying, drinking, and feeling the deepest darkest pains of sorrow and regret. He had two children who, while he loved them, he lacked the incentive to give them the man who was their father. Nearly every night he came home, drunk, yelling, and void of any compassion for his own flesh and blood. The children's mother was divorced and was never around enough to care for the children. On most days the eldest girl who was 8 made the meals for her 6 year old sister and her. Their life was cold, without love, without joy, and without vision for the future. But this was the life they knew and not the life they could have and deserved. Their father was truly a brilliant man, with the potential to be a loving father, a provider, and a knight for his little ones. But the bottle had him by the throat and would not relent. For the children, it was like being trapped in a tinted glass prison. Where the beauties of the world, and the joys that could exist, swirled around them. Their vision was limited by the man who maintained this facade of life, their father...
Until we make an effort for change, we cannot expect to see change.
So I don't know if anyone ever reads this blog, or if the content is even worth reading, but this is where I come to vent and settle my frustrations to some extent. For example what happened to Jonbenet Patricia Ramsey, Adam Walsh, Elizabeth Smart, Madeleine McCann,Morgan Nick, and recently Victoria Martens. So, for anyone who does read this, I'd like to define who the S.S.A. is.
The S.S.A. (Southern Star Agents) are roughly speaking the stars and inspiration of the blog. These highly trained individuals focus specifically in carrying out missions of high risk and great importance in regards to the lives of children and the dangers they often face. Now the agents all have this comradery and this unshakable single passion, that is, to be the heroes for the innocent. The agents just so happen to be a little more than just your average human. Originally it started out with one young man with superhuman abilities, such as being able to duplicate life forms. After duplicating himself the young man finds that his new-found "brothers" similarly share this ability but cannot duplicate life forms. This ability lends itself to certain advantages for example, finances! Eventually the twelve young "clones" form a group they call the S.S.A. in an effort to put their powers to good use as well as focus on a common interest. Eventually the agents acquire advanced weaponry, transportation (sea, air, and land), and a massive hidden facility for their personal use. One of the coolest aspects of this group is their armored suits which serve both to protect the agents and strike fear into the most evil of enemies. Now, the suits are a whole subject of their own and I think I'll save that for another post!
So why twelve agents when many many more can get the job done with greater force? Well, I had the idea of a small group that has great ability and incredible fear factors despite their small size. I also wanted to keep them as a small unit for a more "real life" reason. See, the agents are based on my idea of who I believe we should all be, if we have power, we use it for good. Despite our size whether small or large, we should stand up for the innocent because we are by far much stronger and more capable then a child is. The S.S.A. represents this modern idea of "knighthood", courage, and vigilance.
So! Back to the agents. The agents also have the ability (through the use of advanced technology) to reverse time travel. While this sounds pretty cheesy, I will admit it is an idea in the works. The S.S.A. is an illusive group, they like to keep secret, especially when they're hitting the enemy when they least expect it. One of the ideologies is "Be the predator, not the prey", as well as being known as the "hunters of predators" in reference to child molesters. See, the agents take harmful acts against a child as immensely serious. Assuming a target lives through an S.S.A. assault the agents will throw ship loads of cash to make sure the fullest extent of the law is thrown at the criminal (usually with the hope of capital punishment). While the agents choose not to call themselves "vigilantes" they will often form their own "hired" court system which deals out capital punishment to those found guilty. This is made possible thanks to the agents immense wealth (used strictly for their cause). The agents often employ hundreds, even thousands, of people for some of their missions. This could be PMCs, undercover employees, judges, doctors, Roman Catholic Priests (for the super natural), adoptive families, etc. The agents wealth often is distributed to those who take on tough jobs in reference to giving child victims the best life has to offer, whether that is therapists, doctors, families, schools, dance lessons, vacations, homes, vehicles, pets, the list is endless and it is all covered by the S.S.A. You might think they'd be pretty obvious, except all that money can also buy them a "large "generous" corporate business" as their cover.
Lastly the agents don't fight solely child predators, they may fight the worst evils our culture has to offer, Jeff the killer, the demonic china doll, (Chucky for laughs), even responding to houses that are presumed haunted. After any missions in certain areas, houses, and cars the agents will often demolish the site upon which kidnappings, imprisonment, or human trafficking took place. In the case of a static object the S.S.A. will replace it with a grand house, hotel, or establishment as a monument to the success of the mission and the eradication of evil.
So with all that being said, I hope this explains some things and I'd like to post another work on the suits nicknamed H.A.R.T.S. (Human Assisted Robotic Tactical Suit). But I'll save that for another time!! Hope you enjoy. Stand firm iron lions!
Upon a cold snowy mountain wisps of snow whipped about a ski hill. Upon the chair lift sat a father and his daughter. The little girl giggled with joy as her father hugged her close keeping her warm and safe from the snow that attacked from all sides. The lights on the hill displayed the array of snowflakes as they fell. The ride up was peaceful and quite save for the joyous laughter of the little child . The little girl was afraid to go down at first but was reassured by the presence of her father at her side who encouraged her letting her know that no harm would befall her. At the bottom of the hill the two met up with the mother after which the happy trio sipped hot cocao under the shelter of the cozy ski lodge. Later as the family headed home the soft sounds of Christmas music and the hum of the Jeep's engine provided a gentle ride as the little girl began to drift asleep still filled with excitement, joy, and the warm feeling of compassionate love from her parents.
It was the sound of the family's annual Christmas music, the sight of Christmas lights, the comforting sound of her father's voice on the daunting ski hill, and the aroma of Christmas that would last forever for the little girl. These memories, these feelings, they were the result of compassion, guidance, and dedication from her parents. Yet, as these lovely memories would last forever, somewhere, a little girl was shivering in her bed waiting for her mother to return from work. Though the little girl's mother had no job and was alcoholic, and her father she had never known, she continued to believe, with the faith of any innocent child, that her father had died in an accident and her mother was working hard for food. She began to cry as the shadows of the dark cold house crept in on her. There was no comforting voice of her father, her mother was not there to reassure her that nothing would harm her, and the uncertainty of her mother's return added to her ominous sorrow and the feeling of utter loneliness. She was alone, there was not warm feeling of love and comfort, no one would hug her, keep her safe, keep her warm...
For those that live for themselves, others will suffer.
Friday, September 23, 2016
Tears ran down the young agent's face, he sat on the passenger seat of the team's vehicle clutching a little girl. Tears of sorrow, tears of joy rolled down the agent's face. She was safe, nothing would harm her, not tonight, not tomorrow. Her innocence, her life, her future was now safe. She would see the warm sun again, hear the sound of sprinklers and lawnmowers that came with summer. She'd experience the soft sounds of snowflakes as they hit the ground. The holidays would hold cherish-able memories for her. She was safe, the agent looked out the window reminiscently, the little girl lay in his lap, head against the agent's chest, she breathed heavily from crying but she felt safe and comfortable, tucked safely away from the horrors that had taken place that night, and the evil that would have done her great harm.
Monday, September 19, 2016
It was raining, and only a few street lights illuminated the desolate suburb streets, as S.S.A. team two made their way to check in to a hotel for the night. Suddenly the driver of the lead vehicle stopped. "What, what's wrong?" The agent next to him asked. "There, did you see them, in that alley way a man holding a little girl by the hand?" Jetz replied in a concerned tone. "No, but if you think we should check it out then lets." His fellow agent responded. Turning off the lit street and into a narrow alley way all four agents aboard the lead vehicle peered into the gloomy darkness. Upon exiting the alley way the agents spotted what Jetz had witnessed, sure enough it was a little girl accompanied by a tall male. "Looks fishy to me." Jetz muttered. Pulling up to the man the agent in the passenger seat began to question the man, "Excuse me sir, where you headed this fine night?" The man, paused and replied in an alarmed and rather timid tone that he was walking his daughter to her grandmother's house. "Is this your father?" The agent asked. The little girl, who was about 7 with long blond hair and sky blue eyes nodded cautiously. "Alright sir, you have a nice night then," The agent retorted, "we might have overreacted huh? Maybe we scared 'em a little?" The team pulled up to an intersection that was only a few blocks away and the man and the little girl remained in sight until disappearing into another alley way one block away. Before turning on to the original route Jets grumbled, "I'm not convinced, not at all." "Recall that you often overreact, bud."
His fellow agent countered. After arriving at the hotel and acquiring rooms the agents headed in for sleep, Jetz would not stop commenting about his personal distaste for that evenings escapade, even going so far as to say they should check the area again. However; his fellow agent reassured him that all was well. It was now midnight and all the agents had long since drifted off, save for Jetz. "What if I just leave?" He thought. "That's a big no, no though. Ha! Our policies sometimes. It's true I might overreact at times though. But what if this time I'm right?" He rolled his eyes and continued to ponder the same thoughts for a good twenty minutes. Rubbing his head he stood up. He looked around the room and without a word left. It was only a 15 minute ride to the place where they watched the man and the little girl disappear.
Parking in the alley way he cautiously got out fully equipped in his combat gear, but, none the less alone. As he advanced down the center of the ally way he scanned the area for anything that would seem out of place. To his left where houses, some inhabited some boarded up. On his right from the beginning of the ally way was a brick building that looked to be some sort of appliance store. Directly behind the brick building was a fenced in warehouse. Jetz briefly caught the noise of a child's voice. Without hesitation Jetz entered through an unlocked gate, gun raised, and ready to lay waste to the little one's captor. Jetz entered the warehouse with minimal effort and just caught a glimpse of the little girl's pony tail as her and her captor rounded the corner of a shipping crate. Stealthily the solitary agent pursued like a lion stalking its oblivious and under powered prey. Noticing the footsteps had stopped Jetz switched on his thermal imaging goggles as the few lights that were in the ware house gave little to no light around the corner. Jetz could now hear the little girl, through tears she asked to go home, that she was scared, and that she wanted to see her mom. The man scoffed, "Ha, the only place your going is overseas! Oh, and just think of the profit!". Jetz scowled, determined to apprehend the child's tormentor. Rounding the corner the agent growled, "Try being the prey for a change!" The little girl's captor was caught off guard as he attempted to pull out his gun, but it was far from too late, a flash of fire was followed by the lifeless body of the girl's captor falling to the floor. Grabbing the little girl by the hand, Jetz leaned down and in a hushed tone let the little girl know that he was there to save her. Hearing footsteps from the hallway he had just come from the agent turned and entered a door on the left. This door led to a larger portion of the warehouse but did not seem to offer any escape route, at least, not that the agent could see. He could hear numerous footsteps of pursuers behind him.
Jetz continued running, holding the little girl's hand. The two disappeared into a room at the back of the where-house. It was a dead end, no way up, no way out save for some windows that would take too much precious time to reach. Thinking fast the agent ducked behind stacks of shipping containers at the end of the room that would serve as makeshift cover until his team arrived, if they arrived. "two entries, 8 or more targets, 3 mags, one handgun, two knives, one victim to protect, and one to stand in harm's way". The agent thought. The agent radioed to his fellow agents, "I, er, I seem to have run into some trouble. I'm in dire need of assistance, I have a child with me!" Seconds later two men came from the first entry, guns drawn. Instantly the agent dropped one of the men hitting the second but not fatally. Shots rang from the agents left with several pelting the steel containers he was using as cover. The agent fired suppressively toward the second doorway on the left. Behind him the little girl was whimpering, frightened and confused. Before Jetz could focus on the second door a round impacted his helmet sending him to the ground. Any closer to the agents skull and he would be down for good. Bleeding profusely the agent sat up just in time to catch one of the pursuers attempting to flank him. A short burst dropped the man. The agent crouched again firing at the left doorway hoping to hit anyone hiding behind the doorwell. After reloading his M4, Jetz fired quick bursts in both directions. Suddenly two shots from one of the pursuers, who had entered while the agent was down, impacted the agent's vest again knocking him off his feet. The rest of the men filed in. Firing here and there the agent struggled to hit the approaching men who were now using other steel containers as cover. Seconds later a man rounded the corner on the agent's left firing but missing. Jetz dropped him, meanwhile the little girl was screaming through tears, "Behind you, behind you!" Too late. The other pursuer fired several shots into the agents back dropping him to his stomach. Spinning around the agent caught the man in the chest with a quick burst from his M4 before he could retreat. The man dropped dead. Jetz reloaded as he knelt, ready for the next volley of attack. Again he radioed for help in a fatigued, desperate voice, "This is agent Jetz I'm surrounded, I'm hit, requesting backup!" The agent raised his gun aiming towards the left where multiple footsteps were now approaching. Two men from his left, the agent unloaded dropping them both. Spinning around the agent fired at another pursuer who simultaneously fired three shots at the agent, striking him in the chest and left arm. His vest only stopped so much and the agent fell to the ground gasping for air, his arm bleeding from one of the shots. Wincing the agent knelt on one knee. "This is it", he thought, "this may be the last breath I breathe. This is it, I'll fight til my last breath." The agent raised his M4 firing at another pursuer as he rushed behind a shipping container. The man rounded the corner, the agent missed and several shots hit the agent's left shoulder dropping him once again. Dropping his M4 Jetz frantically retreated behind a steel container. Drawing his hand gun and pulling out a smoke grenade. He looked at the little girl who was now white with fear and motioned for her to keep quiet. The agent tossed the smoke grenade around the corner to his left , and seconds later peered around the corner firing at the man who had proceeded to advance through the smoke. To the agent's front another man rushed in, firing but missing the agent. Jetz emptied his handgun which failed to drop his assailant who was also wearing kevlar protection. The man reached the agent who had now pulled out his knife and was kneeling on one knee.The knife found its mark below the man's neck, and seconds later the target was no longer a threat. Breathing heavily, barely able to see through his own blood, Jetz stood up, loaded his handgun, and prepared to defend the little girl, once again, from the deadly onslaught of captors. The agent walked back to where the little girl was, paused, looking at her, and through heavy breathing in a hushed tone reassured her, "No one's gonna hurt you." The little girl half shook her head in acknowledgement yet still afraid.
The agent took a defensive position behind a container, his now destroyed radio hung from his badly hit vest, he swayed with the toll of combat, his tatterd uniform was nearly beyond recognition, and his vision faded as he continued to lose blood. Startling noises began to fill the agents ears , he raised his gun, hand shaking with exhaustion, with a last effort rush of adrenaline the agent prepared for another stand. "Easy, easy there agent! It's your team, where on your side, it's okay, relax Jetz, relax!" Came a voice in the direction the agent was focused on. A fully armed fellow agent came into view. With that, Jetz collapsed unconscious.