There in a frilly robe of pink rubber stood her old "family friend" J. Edgar “Hoovie” He looked lovingly at a Thompson sub machine gun as he purred; "Now and forever shall we enforce the "family values" that we all scorn so deeply.  And to we, the all powerful rulers, shall fall all the sweet spoils to which we are entitled". Shirley shuddered as she recalled the scars that she carries to this day on the soles of her feet from his dreadful "play times"

Shirley's eyes widened as she looked to the right to see Chuck Heston, his ceremonial knife still dripping the life blood of a now and forever silent brown baby. Chuck's steely eyes shone with the fire of unrepentant death. His snarling lips formed words that Shirley's innocent intellect could scarcely understand; "With the life of this welfare cheat we seal our souls to the vindictive one. No longer shall the profane lesser races captivate our cash flow from its preordained path, instead shall all the subject peoples bow down before the power of the new world order."

Endearing Shirley's optimistic mind convulsed with a terrible agony. "NO! NO!NO!" her innermost ID screamed in a terrible turmoil. This was too much! Shirley felt her consciousness escape her.

The darkness enveloped her.
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