Down In The Darkness: The Descent

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This blog transmission contains content some may find unsuitable, offensive, unnerving, unsettling, demented, depraved, sadistic and even Pure Evil. The Author would like to ensure you that this particular transmission is all of these things...and does not give a damn...he's writing it anyway.

I acknowledge the fact that doing kind deeds and being the type of person to try to change the world (or at least it's mentality) is a task in which each person who decides to do so will have thier work cut out for them. I know this.

I know that frustration comes when the opposition decides that you'll never do it. I suppose they like the way things are. Sure, let's just leave it as it is, fistfuck our natural resources and this planet into the next decade or so. Surely the planet will be better off won't it? Without us, I mean. We're like a cancer. Our hatred and anger gets the better of us and we set about killing each other.

As the Corrosion of Conformity song "Shake Like You" once said:

Build them weapons
and let them have their peace of mind
then tip them off
so they can kill what's not their kind

Yeah, ok, you can have that. Have it with my blessing, sure. I understand. There are things even I find intolerable.

Stupid people, big time. Can't stand these idiots. Their self-imposed ignorance has cost many of us more times than we care to count. They're the number one type of people I can do without. Ignorant people are okay to me. Some of them will never remain that way. Whether you're ignorant of the workings of a computer or ignorant of a culture, sometimes, a simple quest to educate yourself will clear that up but then there are people who love to live in their assumptions. I don't like it. I don't feel I should have to. I don't feel I should have to live with it but it does contribute largely to my own anger.

Greedy people, the powermad, I think they can get grouped in with The Stupid. Heh, I guess they love being blind and still, I feel that natural anger and hatred building in me.

Yeah, it's natural. No, I don't like it. If I could do away with anything within my nature, it would be that.

So what do I do?

I seek the object of my abuse.

You see, years ago, when Tickle Me Elmo was all the rage, it got old with me quick. My compassion and caring for this once-cute character died and something evil took it's place. It was then that I decided I'd like to see this character brutalized, bent over a garbage can and sadistically gangraped by a gaggle of grouches...with Oscar leading the charge.

In that case, let's take it further. I'm pouring all my hatred, rage and murderous anger out onto this character. He'll be all used up from the Grouches letting their gimp have it's way with him. Poor thing will turn to drinking, drugs and possibly some sado-masochistic behavior, thinking it's his fault. He'll be plagued with nightmares, resorting to more drugs...heavier shit, spiralling ever downward. The rest of the Sesame Street crew will try tough love on him and, just when they're making progress, Bert in all his evil mental savagery will cause Elmo to relapse. Why? Because Bert Is Pure Evil! Not only that but Bert knows as I do that there is a balance that must be maintained. Elmo had his 15 minutes of fame and Bert will serve me well in giving him his 15 minutes of Eternal Damnation.

That's right, time and again, Elmo will stoop lower to get his next heavy fix. Can you imagine that fuzzy shit sucking dick for that next rock? Oh yeah, keep laughing, I've only just begun.

Of course, the Sesame Street Crew will try everything and have thier hearts utterly annihilated. Their poor Elmo has turned on them, stealing from them, outright mugging them on the street until, finally and through many tears, they'll file a restraining order on that fuzzy little shit. No more showing up to filming strung out or drunk as hell.

Elmo hits the skids.

This is when things get really rough for Elmo. Not only has he begun his promiscuous reign of dehumanizing acts to score that next fix, he's now burning a path that many of us have heard about.

Imagine all of this, over the years. He's taken to arms dealing on the streets when he's not completely blasted out of his mind. He's fucking up the money count. He's also using up half the stashes he's dealing. He's gone from his plump 50-lb frame to a wasted 15-lb frame. He's willowy thin, his red hair is coming out in patches. He's got a runny nose, roadmaps on his arms from all the tracks and he's got bags under his eyes that you could carry groceries home in. Elmo has been reduced to a shadow of his former self. He's outrun cops with the help of the bit of angel dust he smoked before his next small arms deal.

Now, when he's not on the run from the cops, he's on the run from his suppliers. They're out to get him too. Not to kill him. No. They humiliate, degrade and beat Elmo each chance they get. Elmo is lost, alone and then...he gets nailed. The cops grabbed him on some warrant from a couple of years back and Elmo finds himself within the system.

Poor Elmo is run through the wringer and each piece of dignity is just horribly taken from him. After the first year, Elmo is past the withdrawls, he's hit the weight piles, he's on the fast track to becoming something else. It happened when he met that convicted cult leader/mass murderer on the inside.

This is the part where I finally give Elmo a little leeway. I lay off of him for awhile. Why? You'll see.

The cult guy convinced Elmo that God is dead and we're alone. He convinced Elmo that if there were some all-loving force in the world guiding our destinies, he'd have never hit rock bottom. So, armed with that knowledge and a working knowledge of some of the occult's most dark forces and energies, he made a blood oath to some dark deity in his cell that night and spent each day and night afterwards training, making weapons and places to hide them. He was biding his time when vengeance would reign.

Worlds Collide:

Elmo begins fighting back and winning. He literally flattens his time out by spending so much time in solitary that the state can't see anything to really hold Elmo on any longer. Elmo has become cold, heartless and manipulative.
Elmo hits the streets again after being locked away for several years. Now clean, he returns to Sesame Street. Everyone is happy to see him and they embrace him and tell him that they love him. Elmo puts on a good show but insists he's only there for a little while before he moves on. They can tell something just isn't right with Elmo now.

Each night, a grouch goes missing. When they find grouches sleeping in dumpsters, it doesn't occur to them that someone has murdered them until the stench rolls out. A series of homicide investigations have begun but all of Elmo's alibis are airtight. He'd gone to bed early. He'd been practicing lines. He'd been thinking of getting back into theatre again. The rest of the crew's stories corroborate Elmo but they left out the fact that Elmo does seem a bit high-strung.

Finally, with the cases ruled unsolved. Elmo decides to depart for Mexico for good. He figures the deserts of Mexico would do him some good and after saying his goodbyes, he leaves.

Upon arrival in Tijuana, he discovers the nightlife and dives right in. Years go by and he's made himself a small fortune as a drug runner. He's come up with tips and tricks to get him past Border Patrol and into the U.S. with some of the most prime shit on the market. But Elmo has had a few near-misses. He hasn't felt himself lately. He's been feeling downright awful. When he returns to Mexico, he consults a doctor and in a matter of days the test results come back.

This is where I start in on him again.

Elmo is dying. All the drugs he did, all the fucking around and fighting have exposed him to diseases that went undetected and untreated. First, he has cancer, second, he's got active tuberculosis and he's tested positive for nearly every sexually transmitted disease on the planet including one that has not been catalogued or catagorized yet. Treatments after treatments only make his health turn worse.

Figuring he has nothing left to lose but the time he has left, Elmo decides to eliminate the competition he's had.

Elmo follows his competition to Colombia where he starts an all-out bloody war with them. Both sides are locked in stalemate, leaving only a decimated Elmo, who's wasted away again in this ordeal and his competition.

That is, until the Colombian authorities arrive.

Elmo gets locked up in some hellhole that Amnesty International doesn't even know exists. Problem is, his competition has contacts here and they brutalize Elmo in his last days before finally giving him...The Colombian Necktie.

In other news I got a waterproof case for my iPod, cool huh?