When one has been employed in the assassination game for as long as I have been,
one cannot help but to speculate from time to time upon the variety of methods
that may be employed in this chosen field of endeavor -
as well as how to break the inevitable monotony that is prone to creep into
almost any activity that is practiced as a matter of routine.
It is neither my thought nor intent to make any attempt to explain why it is or was
that I embarked upon what is perhaps a sordid though of course necessary line of work in the first place.
That type of apologia has been the subject matter of treatises composed by any number of people -
all of whom appear to be better qualified than I to offer such explanations for what are
perhaps are motives or perhaps some corruption of an urge that must certainly be primordial.
No ... Here you will encounter no such attempt at self justification ...
And that is perhaps because this has ever been such an integral part of my makeup
that I have ever considered it to be entirely normal in the first place -
and therefore I feel neither guilt nor remorse and so require no form of sanctification
whether or not such be deemed desirable or even a possibility by others of my fellows.
And so to begin ...
Now by rights I should be among the first to admit that under most ordinary circumstances I prefer to use a gun ...
A bullet fired directly into the chest of the victim at close-range is most desirable and in most instances entirely effective ...
I mean to say, you have to just love the way some women can take a bullet ...
Or at least it would be well for you that you should!
Just consider if you will the variety of her reactions to a single bullet fired as it was ...
Bang! ...
Into the very middle of her chest!
One simply must stand in admiration of the ways she has to grasp, clasp, and clutch at her bosom immediately after the slug drives home!
And then of course there are those times when a knife seems to be more - well -
appropriate is the only word that comes to my mind at the moment ...
I like to do prostitutes myself.
Now don't get me wrong!
I really don't have anything against any one of those women and never have that I can think of ...
Except that time when ...
Well ...
It really doesn't matter!
It's a matter of accessibility, I'd guess you'd call it?
The Working Girls are all such easy marks because - well ...
Catering to the needs, wants and desires of men provides their livelihood after all!
Now I've often been criticized for my tendency to stab my victim a bit more than is perhaps strictly necessary ...
And by rights - I suppose that - well - perhaps there have been times that occasionally I did ...
I expect that what these individuals mean to imply that I've got some sort of a Ripper Complex ...
As though I were some kind of perverted psychopathological killer or something of a similar nature ...
But I'll tell you right here and now - that's just a bunch of stuff and nonesense ...
Why ... It's nothing like that!
No! Not at all!
You see ...
There comes the time in the life of every man when he can't - well ...
He can't seem to hold up his end of the bargain either the way he used to do or as well or as often as he'd like to ...
Now don't ask me how I got off on this tangent ...
But I'm trying to explain myself here ...
And besides - getting off is more than half the problem in the first place ...
Or at least it is in my case ...
So what I'm trying to say here is that although it may appear to the uninformed
that I must possess some completely irrational hatred of women to cut them up as much as I do ...
It really isn't that at all ...
So what my knife becomes you see -
Is a substitution for any customary method of intercourse that I am no longer able to have with her ...
Am I frustrated?
Certainly.
Yes.
But do I hate her?
Or any of the countless others?
No.
In fact the truth is more nearly quite the opposite ...
I would be remiss were I not to make mention of something that is the subject
of a seemingly endless number of books and articles written on management and work measurement -
And that of course is the element of Time.
Time is of paramount concern and is often if not usually of the essence in any successful operation of assassination
irrespective of the mode employed.
It isn't often that I get a clear shot at a mark - and those that I did I can count on the fingers of one hand.
And to be almost completely honest - the truth is that while I might actually have all the time in the world -
I generally have the feeling that I cannot afford do dwaddle around -
But have got to get right along with the program as it were.
I mean ...
There's about nothing that I'd enjoy more than to take the time that would be required to construct the body pile to end all body piles!
Times like those are those rare ones when you can stop to smell the roses as a poet might say.
But Hell!
It isn't really all that often that I have any number of bodies that I can stack up -
Or would even want to make an attempt to for that matter!
And then of course there's that ever-present element of the time that it takes to construct a truly satisfying pile ...
It's enough to make me wish that these women could all simply arise and move around
and then lay down and arrange themselves according to these images I have in my mind!
But of course they can't do that!
How silly it is of me to take the time even to think of such an impossibility - much less to make mention of it ...
And even on those rare occasions when I am granted the opportunity to build a body pile -
It's then that I'm having one of those days when my back just isn't quite up to the task!
A well-stocked and well-stacked body pile is truly a joy to behold ...
But they are no easy thing to formulate - and I can tell you that from personal experience!
Of course I have to admit that there are just no two ways about it ...
There is just no better way to show off a well-stacked woman than when she is properly displayed atop a well-stacked body pile!
How else can one hope to achieve that wonderful arch of which so many females are capable?
The very posture itself is as if she were offering herself to you in sweet surrender ...
Ah! Such Bliss!
But I dare not tarry overlong ...
And so now we must move on to the next ...
I have strayed rather far afield from my orginal intent ...
But that is a habit of mine that I seem to do more and more often these days ...
And as I think of it ...
It is not so very unpleasant ...
And so I have made little effort to break myself of it ...
None whatever as a matter of fact ...
Almost as rare as is the opportunity to build a body pile - is my own desire to take matters into hand ...
And by this of course I mean my own bare hands as it were ...
In operating my own small enterprize, I usually find it preferable to employ one or another of the tools of the trade -
A gun or knife - or some equivalent instrument of destruction ...
And I believe that this point has been illustrated adequately and so there is no need for further elucidation on this particular point.
As I have grown older I have found that I am, after all else is said, an observer at heart as much as I am a pratitioner ...
And the use of either of the aforementioned weapons gives the perpetrator ample opportunity to observe the reactions
of his or her victim ...
And isn't that a most important aspect, after all?
But every now and then I have an almost inexplicable urge to have the sensation of Raw Power - of Total Control ...
I expect that it is some facet or vestigial remnant of the early Protestant Ethic when Men of the Cloth such as Cotton Mather
shouted of All Ye Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God!
Where else may have the craving come?
At any rate - when that need arises the only way that it can be properly assuaged is employ a process that is entirely manual -
Using no implement other than my own bare hands!
Now here I must hasten to assert that - as in the instances of the well-stabbed prostitutes -
I bear the victim no malice whatever ...
It is only that I have my own needs and wants to which I must attend ...
Are we quite clear on that point?
Good!
As in constructing a satisfactory body pile -
strangling another individual using nothing more than your hands is not the relatively simple thing
that they are wont to make it appear to be in the motion pictures.
Not only are you apt to find that there is a considerable amount of honest toil involved ...
But you are also quite likey to have moments when you rue the day that you took the notion into your head in the first place!
And for this reason if for no other -
I would suggest most earnestly that you have some weapon other than your hands at your disposal ...
To do away with the victim in your customary manner should any unforeseen circumstances chance to arise!
But of course when all else is said and done ...
There is that sense of accomplishment that cannot be readily attained in any other way ...
And in addition it can actually make you feel quite proud of yourself having succeeded
in dispatching a worthy opponent in this fashion!
And of course you are left with a corpse that has been otherwise unsullied by either bullet or blade ...
And depending again upon your own motives -
This can be perhaps the most desirable aspect for those adherents who employ any method of asphyxiation ...
Now tell me ...
Wouldn't any of us be more than pleased to carry this little lady home?
