Vaseline

The room still smelled of Vaseline.  The night before was still there. The remnants of her hair was still on the sheets where they made love that morning.  Even though she had left for work, it was as if her ghost filled the room.

The TV was on mute with the captions on, the local cable morning news was playing.  The radio was playing a CD mixtape she had made him.  Big Sean, The Weeknd and Dwele.  The Weeknd's 'High For This' was playing.

Paul was in the bathroom feeling guilty of the turn his life was taking, he had a woman his age who was in love with him, but he was falling in love with someone ten years younger than him.  His face was over the bathroom sink ashen with guilt.  He tried to wash the pain away with the shaving cream that was mixed with the facial hair he had just sheared.  The hair and shaving cream washed away,  his angst ridden conscience didn't.

His heart never felt more heavy.  At this age, how could this happen to him again.  He should know better than to put his heart on the roulette wheel again.  But a gambler is just a gambler.  And Paul was addicted.

The first time was vicious because it was unexpected.  This time however, the loss would not be Paul's, it would be the world's

Scene (Opening for a short film)

It is six a.m. on a Sunday morning.  The sixth of October.  Brooklyn New York.  Rain everywhere.  A fourteen year old Toyota 4runner is parked outside an apartment complex in East New York.  The year is 2008.  


Inside the vehicle sits a 28 year old black man in the passenger seat, leaned all the way back.  There is no one in the drivers seat.  The windows are tinted in the back, not on the front, there are beads of water all across the auto glass.  


The Saturday night before was filled with decadence.  Not too much though.  Just a lot of liquor and marijuana, and recently forgotten faces of fancy young women.


In the back seat is one of those women.  She is passed out.  She is twenty two years old.  She is an aspiring model.  Her hair naturally long and she just got it straitened for the weekend on the Friday afternoon.  It looks beautifully disheveled now however.  Unintentional bangs dance across her long equine face. 


The rain was furious the night before.  It is friendly now.  It patters upon the car like children's feet in an outdoor playground.  The man in the front of the vehicle is almost passed out as well.  However he has a few more years of practice with the night life and he knows what to expect on nights like this.  He is just asleep and handling a oncoming hangover with daft skill.


There  was a driver.  He is in the apartment building.  He is laying in a familiar bed with an unfamiliar body beside him.  It is his ex girlfriends pad.  The girl in bed with him is a stranger.  His ex girlfriend is in the bathroom cleaning.  


The strange girl in the bed is dead.  She has been dead for the last forty five minutes.  


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The Black Rider Strikes Again part Three: THE CHIEF!

                                          THE INQUISITOR PART THE:  THE CHIEF!


     It was a hot August afternoon.  The temperature was well in the high 90 degrees.  The officers in the precinct were busy filing papers and going through case files.  The chief however sat alone in his office starring at a spinning ceiling fan that just seemed to make his office more hot.  The AC was broke.  the repairman wasn't coming to fix it for another forty eight hours.  The chiefs dress shirt was soaked in sweat painting islands of liquid upon his chest.  The chief was lounging in his leather office chair, feet plopped up on the desk, drinking from a glass of ice water with cubes of ice in it.  His eyes were affixed on an old framed photograph of him from twenty five years ago that was standing on his desk, a photograph of him when he was himself a cadet in the force academy.  He was the same height and weight now that he was back then.  Two hundred and forty five pounds heavy, and seventy seven inches tall.  The chief was not a man that tolerated change much.  The only difference between him now and then is the speed of his gate, and the lines on his hands and his face.  And his teeth were a bit more white in that photograph.  Otherwise, he was the same man.  All of his contemporaries had put on weight, lost weight, lost hair, or lost life altogether.  The chief was the same man.  Just a little older looking, and a little slower.  The heat was beginning to get to the chiefs head.  He fell into a deep summer sleep right there.  His mind drifted back to his days in the academy.  He began to dream and remember at the same time in a hot and humid summer haze...
    (..."Jump!" yelled the drill sergeant.  All the cadets jumped in unison.  The sergeant looked at the boots of every cadet.  He was looking for the cadet that leapt  the furthest from the field.  One cadet, a monster of a man child that simply went by the name Chief, despite his rank in the forces, had the greatest leap among all the other privates.  The sergeant walked right up to Chief's face.  "Well well, you must think you;re special or something eh?  All these guys here are struggling to get twenty four  inches of the ground from standing still, and here you are leaping an effortless forty inches of the ground.  Are you on steroids or something private?"  The sergeant asked.  "Sir, no sir!" Chief replied.
     "My God, look at ya.  You're taller than everyone here, stronger, you are the heaviest private in my barracks, and from what I'm hearing, because I do hear what goes on in here, you are the fastest and strongest too.  All of these boys fear you like you are God among us.  I ask the boys to jump and you fucking fly!"
     Chief looked down on the Sergeant.  His face betrayed no emotion.  The Sergeant was a small man.  all of Sixty Eight inches tall and one hundred and ninety pounds of solid muscle.
    "Well I tell you what..." the Sergeant was now speaking to all the fifty other officers in the field.  "...as long as I'm in charge of this group, I'm God.  What's your name boy, Chief?  They call you Chief right?  Well Chief come forward." 
     Chief walked forward with no protest.  
     "I challenge you boys to cut this false god 'Chief' down to size.  Any cadet that can come forward and go toe to toe with big Chief here, and defeat him in a fair bare fisted fight, I will award you if you are successful in victory against this freak of nature, three square meals a day from my own personal chef.  No canteen bullshit food for the winner for an entire week.  And I'll allow you to share it with your pals too."
     Chief was perplexed.  His face nor his eyes showed his thoughts but his gut was in knots.  Why was his sergeant turning his own cadets against each other.  And why was he singled out for his God gifted attributes.  Chief had no ambition to supplant the Sergeants authority, nor did he imply that he had any such ideas.
    All the cadets were in a mild shock as well.  They were being put on the spot.  They were all tired of eating the canteen filth sloppy joes and corn dogs.  They had heard that the Sergeant and his ranks were feasting on five star four course meals three times a day.  Asparagus and steak and eggs for breakfast with sausage and sauerkraut.  Baked Zitis with six cheeses and black peppers and red wine for lunch.  Roast deer, ham and ham hock  soup for dinners.  The cadets would almost kill each other to sample this feasting for a week.  Now they had the chance.
    Chief moved his mouth as if to speak, "Hold your excitement Chief, there is something in this for you as well, should you be victorious, I will not only have you and your pals feast for a week, I will make you my assistant, you will learn the ways of our force firsthand.  No private has ever been that close to our sacred secrets at that level before.  Now, what do you want to say?" 
     The truth is the Sergeant had answered Chief's question before he even asked it.  The Chief was now excited as he longed to learn the inner workings and secrets of his force.  
     A skinny and hungry looking private stepped forward to take the Sergeants challenge.  "I will fight him Sarge" said the lad.  "You!" the sergeant replied.  The lad that came to the challenge was pale looking, feeble in appearance.  "Yes sir.  I haven't had a square meal in years.  I'm not afraid of anyone."
     "Well it's on then.  Should you fail at this private, and I think you will from looking at your appearance, there will be no medical, you will go on with your affairs on your own dime.  Should you win by some miracle, I will make sure you get the best medical care however.  Do you still want to do this?  There are other privates that are more suited for this particular challenge than you."
     "Fight or die." The lad replied.
     "Is there anyone else among you sack of scrotums that want to take on this challenge other than this filthbucket up here?"
    The groups was silent.  They all knew what Chief was capable of.  They knew that Chief would show now mercy with a chance at learning classified secrets firsthand on the table.  

    "Well that's it then.  Chief, fuck this bitch up."  The sergeant said, as if to prematurely concede defeat.

     Chief walked up to the lad's face.  Chief was Nine inches taller and sixty pounds heavier than his challenger.  His challenger looked up to him square in the eye.  There was no fear in his eyes....)


To be continued.... 







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The Black Rider Strikes Again

                                                        THE INQUISITOR part 2

     The chief sat down behind his desk playing with steel marbles in his hand as he looked at one of The Black Rider's letters.  A haphazard hand written leaflet that appeared to be of little consequence, but it's contents were grave.  It was the composition of words that the chief did not want his citizens reading.  Words like these were as poison in his eyes.  Seeds of malicious and rebellious thought that would derail the din of discipline that the chief had spend decades to culture.
     He looked out through the glass window in his office door, to make sure no one was looking at him and knew what he had in his hands.
     The leaflet was folded in two, made of newsprint paper, it's letters were written in blue ink.
     The chief put his feet on his desk, his freshly spit polished black brooks brothers shoes made a thud as his wooden shoe heels landed on the surface of the table, he placed one wrinkled and weathered hand on his furrowed brow, unfolded the leaflet with his other hand, and began to read its forbidden contents...


"fly like a flying fly
to have pain is to have pathos
to have emotions is to have ethos
pain and emotion breed and carnal convulsions create the eruptions of Eros
cry baby cry
the hands will heal you
face upon the breast of your mother
no claws shall steal you
hunt hungry hunt
feed the desire of pleasure
kill vagabond kill
'tis your nature and your will
be fearless and unabashed
your sorrow is a seed
the heavier the load, the more portent there is of a bountiful harvest
do not despise your afflictions
embrace your uniqueness
live your life as your recognize your death
trade will for ill
let not nil be the fruits of your daily expiration
glean and plant again
eat and kill again
love and laugh again
be carefree and careful, delightful and deliberate, celebrated and celibate,
smile with a cunning disposition,
see with the eyes as weapons.


THE BLACK RIDER."


    The chiefs heart was heavy.  His head felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds.  As he folded the illicit leaflet, a headache of immense proportions became born in his brain.  He quickly arose from his leisurely pose and jumped up to an erect posture.  He put his hands on his head to try and relieve himself of the pain of his oncoming headache.  The leaflet became crumpled in his now sweating palms, the office was at a moderate temperature but to the chief it suddenly began to fell like a humid summer afternoon inside.  He crouched with his hands on his head and began to shriek.  He let a loud whelp escape from his guts.
     His officers heard the commotion going on inside the office.  One of them, a young cadet fresh out of the academy made eye contact with the chief through the office window.  The chief knew from the look in the cadets eyes and expression on his face that the cadet knew what the chief was doing in the limited privacy of his office.
     The leaflet was now crumpled to a paper ball within his hands, the sweat from his palms beginning to dissolve the paper.  He threw the paper ball at the glass window.  It fell to the floor with an unimpressive plop.
     "What the fuck are you looking at?" the chief yelled to the young cadet.  He rushed to the office door, opened it up, and marched right into the cadets face.  The chief towered over the cadet.  He was four inches taller than the young and impressionable lad.  The cadet was looking at the crumpled piece of paper laying on the floor.  He knew the words on the crushed leaflet was forbidden prose, corrupt compositions as the chief would refer to them.  The ramblings of a dangerous madman that was regarded as a destructive virus that infects the unprepared mind.  However the cadet, deep inside just wanted to run over and grab a quick read.  In his mind, the cadet thought, one read cannot hurt.  Not at all.
     "You think you can handle that filth?" The chief asked the cadet pointing at the crumpled paper mash at the office door.  "Well, do you?"
    The cadet quickly shifted his gaze to the chief.  The chief was so close to the cadet, he could feel his breath on his face as he inhaled and exhaled.  The chief smelled like smelling salts.  The cadet's heart rate increased as he looked into the chiefs stewing eyes, his hands began to shake.
    "Give me a fucking answer you sack of shit!" The chief demanded.
     In his heart, the cadet knew that he could handle the words of The Black Rider, he knew that he was capable of processing what his entire company, family, and town, and jurisdiction claimed were poisoned decrees of a heretic turned lyrical.  Nonetheless, the cadet looked the chief in the eyes and replied "No sir, I do not believe that any of us are."
     "Good answer."  The chief retorted.  "None of you are." He turned his gaze to the company of officers now looking at the confrontation.  Where the chief stood now became a stage.  "Don't worry about me reading the letters of the libidinous lecher.  I know what he is doing, I know what his agenda is.  People should be not allowed to read and think the thoughts that he is out there proclaiming.  We've got Hundreds of his letters in here, safe from the preening eyes of those we are sworn to protect, and must protect them from this, but there are thousands of letters on the streets.  Thousands.  If you had any idea of what I just read, all of your heads will turn to mush.  So stick to the plan at hand.  Get me the head of The Black Rider.  I want him alive to answer to his rebellion.  Is that understood?"

   "Yes sir."  The officers replied in union.  "Yes.  Sir."  (to be continued)



























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The Black Rider Strikes Again

                                                               THE INQUISITOR

     "The Black Rider has returned.  he was quited for a long time.  Years.  He has returned.  Pasting his fumes upon the walls of the town.  His lyrics are putrid.  He must be stopped.  His lyrics must be kept secret for he knows too much.  He see the world for what it is, for what it really is, a banal sap of effluvium, pulled taught to be consumed by a vacuum.  He will cause Anarchy.  He will cause the breakdown of our mental construct, our establishments.  People will revolt, they will rise up against us, we will lose all power.  Do whatever it takes, stop The Black Rider.  Stop him now!"

     The words came from the lips of the chief like fire and lava erupting from a volcano.  The chief's eyes were filled with hate, his heart was filled with vile.  He hated The Black Rider for everything he stood for.  People were ....(to be con'd).

















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Working Resume.

Keith
Nation 724 Park Avenue, Uniondale, NY 11553, United
States

bombastic4000@gmail.com
• Cellular 5168358556

Shipping,
Warehousing and Transportation Professional

Profile

Shipping, warehousing and Transportation and entertainment
professional, five years experience in shipping, packageing,
transportation and storage of manufactured goods. Experienced team
leader, adept at discovering methods to cut costs and increase
productivity. Implemented method of producing labels with UPS
worldship 9.0 that decrease shipping expenses by 33%. Possession of
unique skill sets, a rounded education, remains abreast of
technological advances and developments in the industrial world
implementing proven tactics to successfully distribute and trade
product.

Selected
Achievements

• Identified an area where Company was overspending on the
issuance of package receipts. Merged packages of same project I.D.
and address onto one shipping receipt with UPS Worldship software.
Each instance of this practice saved an average of 30% on the cost of
shipping and significantly reduced time to prep packages for delivery
as well as creating and implementing useful labeling practices,
initiated process of placing product name and number both in address
and receipt number section of UPS worldship label to facilitate quick
distribution of packages in receiver/client's mailroom and for quick
and instant recognition of corresponding packages by having the
product name and number also on manufacturers shipping receipt
document.

•Successfully understood and implemented changes in evolving
language in shipping/business terminology billing language such as
Freight collect, Bill Third Party, Bill Shipper, Shipping Duty &
Tax, and Cost and Freight. Pro-actively resolving third party
shipper and client dispute with company name on shipping label by
correctly authoring the intended company name as per the client
followed by the intended company name as per the manufacturer and
using a universally accepted symbol to differentiate between the two
among all parties involved.

• 100% Timeliness in regards to ship by date, never been late
on a ship by date in five years of shipping and warehousing.

• Cutting the time it would take to validate an address on the
internet by going through old addresses in address database,
validating them, modifying them and creating a universally accepted
code that signifies to shipper that address has been previously
validated every time it is pulled from the system as a ship to, ship
from, and/or third party address.

• Key Liaison for many direct clients to manufacturer for
packing and shipping duties as with E & L printing.

• Driver for primary company clients on cross-town business
trips. Trusted to meet and chauffeur clients at Train Stations and
safely transport to office and back to train stations in a timely and
friendly manner as with Donna Allegra from Taylor and Ives.

• Distribution of Orders through diverse and complex shipping
clients as FedEx, UPS, Walsh Messenger on the same shipment of
multiple and or split packages to the same and or different
addresses.

• Identifying Key Locations in Warehouse for docking area where
pre packed packages can be stored in escrow and pulled for when an
order for said packages are received which aids in the rapid
execution of shipping/transportation tasks and makes good use of
company time as well as saves time.

• Dedicated team player, consistent attendance and punctual
attendance,

• Unique work history with a varied and specialized knowledge
in key areas of industry as in software and mobile applications, and
cost reducing and time saving practices.

• Adept at doubling up, taking on other roles of productivity
including janitorial clean up and garbage removal services during
company downsizing to reduce overall overhead, creating and
maintenance of a clean work environment to improve and boost company
morale.

• Processed and associated Mercedes Benz business cards from
one lot of 500 card up to 200 plus lots of 1000 business cards with
appropriate drop ship numbers and shipping them with one hundred
percent accuracy in regards to billing, labeling and address
properties as the client contract implies.

• Utilizing N Vidia Control Panel (N-Vidia Quadro NVS 290
graphics card) on an Intel (r) core duo 2.40 Ghz CPU PC to organize
and speedup workflow when validate ting addresses with UPS worldship.

• Timely and accurate ID of FedEx and UPS account numbers.

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Employment
History

Mutual Engraving, West Hempstead, New York

Shipping and Warehousing Professional, 2006 - Present

Ritetrack Company, Hempstead, New York

C.O.O., 2005 - Present

Target Co, Westbury, New York

Backroom/Remodel team member, 2005 - 2006

Remove All Specialist, Uniondale, New York

Operations Manager, 2004 - 2005

Golden Sons, Queens New York

Kitchen Aid, 2001 - 2004

Calvary Tabernacle, Hempstead, New York

Church Aid, 1996 - 2000

Things Jamaican, Queens, New York

Kitchen Aid, 1999 - 2000

Education

A.A., Applied Science of Music, 2004

Nassau Community, Garden City

A well rounded education in supply and demand economics and the
cause and effect of inflation in the American economy, statistical
arithmetic with a keen understanding of the mean, median, the mode
and outliers and skewed charts, as well as the arts, and social
sciences.

Indiana Bible College, Indianapolis Indiana:

Traveled and spent time in another part of the country and got to
experience a varied section of the cultural landscape.

H.S., Regents, 1998

Uniondale High School, Uniondale, New York

Studied Journalism, advanced English course and honors science
classes.

Skills

• Service Improvement

• Operations Management

• Crisis Management

• Shipping

• Public Safety and Security

• Crew Training

• Operations Tracking

• Environmental Assessments

• Equipment Maintenance

• Web 2.0

• Mobile Internet

• Microsoft Office • Fruity Loops

• Project 5 2.5

• Google Applications: Blogger, Picasa, Maps mobile,
documents.

Licenses

New York State Driver's License, 2007 - 2010

NYSDMV, Hempstead, New York

Licensed to drive a motorcar and a vehicle classified as a small
truck.

Training

Stores Online Internet Workshop, /

Stores Online, Garden City, New York

A one-day workshop about the history of the internet, shipping
services, and web search implementation

Volunteer

The Looong Box, West Hempstead, New York

Video Producer

Produced promotional video of contest winner that was played
in the store.

Children's Cancer Society, Oceanside, New York

Musician

Lent musician services to Children's Cancer Society event
fundraiser.

Relevant
Experience

Worldship

• Able to navigate the language and billing parameters
of Worldship shipping label software.

• Creating methods of packing and shipping and shipping label
documentation for changes in existing accounts, new accounts,
processing client name change and billing changes due to M & A.

• Superiors and company clients directly seek my insight in
packing, labeling and billing of their accounts.

Safe Driver and Delivery messenger

• Prompt and Safe Messenger/Delivery driver

• Skilled at loading vehicles, transporting up to 2 tons of
payload.

• Varied experience in messenger and delivering . Experienced
and driving company clients, to small documents to 2-ton payloads,
safely and punctually.

Policy and Procedure Enforcement.

• Recognizing inconsistencies and inaccuracies in
receipts written by production staff and correcting them.

• Able to recognize and correct misspelling and inaccuracies in
significant account data which can lead to shipping fees if product
in shipped with those faults intact, and changing those mistakes
before product leaves the company and thus saving money on
operational costs daily.

• Commended on accuracy rating by superiors and company
shareholders/owners.

Reuters - Sprint, Clearwire up on Wi-Max cable joint venture

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Sprint, Clearwire up on Wi-Max cable joint venture

Wednesday, Mar 26, 2008 2:54PM UTC

NEW YORK (Reuters) - Shares of Sprint Nextel Corp <S.N> and Clearwire Corp <CLWR.O> rose sharply on Wednesday after reports that both companies are in talks with the two biggest U.S. cable operators to create a nationwide wireless company.

The new $3 billion joint venture would be partly funded by contributions of about $1 billion from Comcast Corp <CMCSA.O>, the largest U.S. cable operator, and about $500 million from Time Warner Cable <TWC.N>, the second-largest, people familiar with the talks told Reuters on Tuesday.

Sprint shares rose as much as 8 percent in early trading before easing back to $6.65, a rise of 3.6 percent. Clearwire was up 9.7 percent at $14.69 after jumping as much as 18 percent.

The joint venture would use WiMax technology to support Internet access at speeds up to five times faster than traditional wireless networks and could support a range of mobile and video applications. It is seen as a potential substitute for fixed-wire high-speed Internet that, for instance, could be offered across an entire metropolitan region.

Shares of Sprint and Clearwire's larger rivals were lower on Wednesday morning.

Verizon Communications <VZ.N> was down 3 percent at $35.80, while AT&T Inc <T.N> fell 1.7 percent to $37.36.

(Reporting by Yinka Adegoke; Editing by Lisa Von Ahn)

The Barbaric

Who is the terrorist? Who is the freedom fighter? All men are created equal. Look in the mirror, and you will see this too. The barbarian is alive in all of us. It is our choice to curb him or give haven to his vices.

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The execution of Saddam

Dec. 30: Iraq's fallen dictator pays the ultimate price for crimes against the Iraqi people. NBC's Richard Engel reports.