Here in Peep Town
“FBI is a gang of professional criminals paid by the government to break the government’s own laws. FBI itself is above the law. It buries its agents so deeply in anonymity that they can’t be identified by any central authority. They operate freely, unconstrained by oversight or accountability. Is it any wonder that some of them, armed with the most sophisticated privacy invasion tools in existence, use those tools for their own ends?”
“No one will believe you.”
The Postal So-called Police
Captain Chappaquiddick
Faggy Boys Inc.
Our Elected Representatives
A Peepie Primer
Robert the Pervert
The Three Stooges
I Telephone the President
An Arrest?
How the Peepies Enforce
Mob Rule
Considering a Career?
Senator Couldnthelp
Circus Life
A Love Letter
Hal the Pig, CPA
American President Lines
The Cable Guy
Hard Work Pays Off
A Visit from the Plumber
Freaky Me
The Casting Couch
Peep Town Now
Katie
I first met Katie when she was still in her twenties. Our initial encounter was quite extraordinary. I looked at her, and I knew her. She possessed a combination of strength and vulnerability that was immediately striking. Clearly she was a survivor of difficulties, but she bore a relentless determination to seek out and pursue the positive.
Like most of us, she was concerned with safety; safety in the form of a stable marriage, safety in the form of a good job, safety in the form of a home she could own. Her strength of character and independent spirit masked her fragility. Deep inside that stalwart woman a little girl was crying inconsolably.
Even when Katie got mad she didn't lose her temper. I attributed that partly to good breeding and natural feminine reticence, but also to the power of her fundamental predilection for the positive. On the other hand, it was strongly advisable never to mess with her. She could bite off your head.
She was just as intelligent as she was pretty, and she was an exceptionally pretty girl. She had her dark corners, to be sure, but she was filled with sunlight. She was a force to be reckoned with, by her own exuberant example a one-in-a-million advocate for life. To the poison I'd been inhaling for so many years, Katie was the antidote.
When I contemplate the disgusting garbage can-full of perverted squirming maggots I've had to soil hands with for the psst thirty years, when I reflect upon their self-loathing, their cowardice, their worship of negativity, their unremitting commitment to doing as much damage as possible, to tearing down rather than building up, I always arrive at the same triumphant conclusion. One Katie defeats a thousand of nature’s misbegotten mistakes. I am at peace.