the electric company, in which case
you're getting a bit less money from us each month.
Deadly? No. Violent? Never. A Threat? Negative.
So how about we focus on the individuals that hurt people every day, the people
we used to worry about before this whole mess happened, and get back to a
degree of normalcy?
Sound like a plan?
No? …Didn't think so.
Einstein Sheldon -
I say we send them all to Africa,
cut all ties and let them kill each other off! We were perfectly fine before
this bullshit happened and now we're dealing with shit far worse than 9-11, or
a war in some damn foreign country. And we don't even know who to blame.
I know they're human but I don't want them
anywhere near me, nothing but bad luck. God don't like things that go against
his natural law and these freaks are nothin' but walking abominations.
Juan Lucas -
Hello rational world, or at least the few of you
left out there. The war for our freedom has no doubt begun. Los Angeles was/is a tragedy, there's no
denying that, but if I may, let's look back to the "solar event" that
seems to have started this whole debacle.
To call the anomaly a solar event in the first
place is bit of a stretch if for no other fact than the only thing that
coincides with what took place was a minor solar flare NOT pointed in our
direction. Aside from that, the old gal kept chugging along with business as
usual.
In addition, the fact that there was a pattern
in which it spread would indicate it originated on Terra Firma. Starting with
the northern hemisphere, mainly the U.S. of A, at 7:15pm and expanding evenly
from there. So, if America
wasn't the foremost part of the planet facing the sun, why was it that it
reported incidents first? Think people!
Remember: When there is blood in the streets...
watch your politicians.
This was a manufactured event! And I'm guessing
everything that has happened since has all been as well, including L.A.! Now comes more
restrictions on the general populace for the sake of "safety."
Bullshit!
Fight back America, we've already taken to the
streets for fear of our fellow man, let us turn that fear towards those that
seek to oppress us! Don't blindly shed the blood of your brothers, turn not
against those we once held no animosity! We are all human, we are all in this
together, and we are not going to let them win!
Edward Otep
(Cont.) -
March 18th tried its damnedest to be as normal
as possible and, sans L.A; if seen from above, space perhaps; that day might
have appeared as any other. It was overcast with a cold brisk wind in New York City and sunny in most of Florida
except for some afternoon showers for Miami.
The markets may have shut down early but blue collar workers still clocked in
and out of work as scheduled. Some people woke up late, and some never woke up
at all.
The hours crept by at a glacial pace, perhaps
due to the collective tension in the air. Sleep evaded me while my failures
haunted me, and over-thinking past decisions made looking to the future a
strenuous endeavor I eventually concluded wasn't worth the effort.
By eight I'd finished talking to everyone and
settling their travel arrangements and by ten-thirty we'd all arrived in Seattle.
Alvin , as expected, left most the work to Michael,
who took on the task with a lighthearted attitude. However, Alvin did manage to drop off Prisca; the
details of which I'm still in the dark about.
There was Michael Serna, Kaylie Horn and her mother,
Laurie Stahl, Prisca Amin and myself who'd met each other earlier in L.A, and
Michael's fiancé who he'd brought along; as well as some new faces: Carter
McLennon, Thomas DeMille, and Ivan Young. Three men who were so highly
skeptical of me from the start I had to arrange for them to be flown in from
their respective locations the old fashioned way earlier that morning, before
the TSA decided to ground all air traffic.
Carter, Thomas, and Ivan had already acquired a
large enough table and had been waiting patiently for
Cheyenne McCray
Jeanette Skutinik
Lisa Shearin
James Lincoln Collier
Ashley Pullo
B.A. Morton
Eden Bradley
Anne Blankman
David Horscroft
D Jordan Redhawk