With Malice Aforethought.

With Malice Aforethought.

It is the year 2057. Just minutes from 2058. Just 45 years since the ascension of Saint Mitt to the rightful thrown of Jesus in the West. I have researched the relevant history carefully, and I am quite sure of this next assertion. 

I am the greatest mass murderer of all time.

Well, I don't count Hitler. He just gave the orders. And I don't count the pilot of the Enola Gay, he was just following orders.

No, you have to do it intimately. With your own two hands..... or whatever.

All of my victims were children. Under the age of 10. The punishment for that is reasonably and exponentially higher than other abominations. So, in 15 minutes, when the new year comes, and the executioner throws the switch,  I will burn in torment in this life, before I am sent to burn in torment in hell. Oh that should be such fun.

I remember each victim so well. Because not only did I snuff the life of a child, I enlisted the unwitting aid of the child's mother. Oh sweat death, where is your sting? Right here, Baby!

I had originally thought the seductions of the Mothers would be much more difficult than was actually true. In fact, they had little armor, little defense. I just walked up to them, smiled, and made my play. Sometimes they turned me down. But at least once a week for 5 years, it worked like a prayer to God. “Hey, girl. I don't usually do this sort of thing, but How about I buy you Dinner?”

But I knew to give the Devil his due. My Father had taught me, “Son, if you want a woman to love and treasure you, you have to give in to her needs. You have to listen to her, you have to care”.

And so I would listen. I would care. And 8 dinners out of 10, she would invite me back to her place.

And I admit this freely to you, just as I admitted it to a jury of my peers. Before the murder, I would ravish here totally and without restraint.

Of course, there was a certain amount of foreplay.

I usually started with hugs. Such a dangerous thing. Nothing more seductive or addictive. Then, some kissing. Then, to really get things moving, I would ask her about herself. What were her dreams? What were her loves? What were her most secret yearnings?

Hopefully, she had Internet, so we could watch a good movie.

Already I had committed a murder. Though even Saint Mitt wouldn't know about this one. Murder by Internet is one of my Favs.

After the first night, I always waited 2 days. Then I would call. And we would meet again. And at this time there was pretty much no stopping her. God God God, how can anyone believe that such physical bliss could have evolved from the behavior of Animals?? HA HA, as if animals can have Sex !!

And here is where I did the deed. Here is where I did my deepest and most horrendous murder. Because just as she was begging me. Just as she needed me inside of her, I would turn away and.... and... God it is hard to admit it even to you, even today, even as the electrodes are placed over my head... but YES, I would turn away from her and PUT on the Condom.

And then, oh, I would do her. I was very sincere about that. I would work VERY hard. Because I could not be content or fulfilled until she was fulfilled and complicit in the murder of her UNCONCEIVED child. And yes, the Orgasm was incredible. And I would cry over her sweaty body as she was wrecked with spasm after spasm and I would KNOW that yet another child had been denied existence. Another live snuffed out by my little plastic friend..... and me.

53 children never conceived. 53 lives never lead. 53 persons whom GOD HIMSELF can never know. Fuck you GOD!!! HA HA HA.

I am glad that Mitt Romney beat out that muslim son of a bitch who ever he was. I am glad that we live in a world as clean and pure as it is today. Nothing else would have felt so good to sully. No other universe would be able to appreciate the truth of my Evil.

And 53 non-mothers. Screaming to the government for my blood for denying them their unconceived children.

Oh, Flip the switch, Executioner. Let the Current Pour.