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Would this really have hurt Mr. Trumps feelings or something? Censorship is Censorship but ya know, it's their site!

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www.curt-rude.com Fri 22 Mar 2024 03:47:22 PM This guy is pulling out the stops. MAGA hats and Lets go Brandon shirts. The Golden boots flopped but give him credit for trying. Truth Social? That could be false advertising but it is what it is. Give him credit . . . at least he is diligently striving to address E. Jean Carroll's, Stormy Daniel's (Wasn't even his type) and defrauded bank's concerns.

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The same goes for books. If you're an author you have to have a thick skin. My stories aren't sugar coated and they involve the truth and timely issues. My Agent follows this philosophy for which I'm very grateful. Take The Bee Killer for example. Realistic enough for you? I mean I talked to soldiers and asked them for input and got it after trust was established. One soldier discussed sleeping with a multitude of prostitutes in Germany after his soldiering ended. PTSD manifests itself in many ways I tell you. another said I nailed it with this Short Story.

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People Shooter #7

Officer Tracy got back in the squad and slammed the door. She drove off the curb, one tire at a time, before heading toward Second where a right turn would take them to the Police Station.

A lady in a bathrobe pushed herself out of the crowd and onto the street. As she bent down and hollered into the squad, McShuster looked down. “Is that you, Jimmy? Look at me. You’re gonna pay for this. If I had’da gun—” A man stepped in front of her and gently corralled her back to the crowd, but she spun and screamed, “I always knew you was a killer!”

McShuster’s head felt like it was under water, like it was floating away from him. He suddenly got dizzy and wanted to puke. “Offizzer Lazy, you seed that lady? Seed not good. I got no grillfriend to laugh whiff? Alone all-time ‘cause you don’t wears Patagonzia? To waltz in thirsty below wind chill? The rich have car and stop for ya. They hitz it, when your frozen fingauzes reach for the dough?” Blood trickled from his nose.

“You on something back there?” She studied his face. He looked like he was falling asleep. Fentanyl? She didn’t know.

Now what? Hospital? Going to be busy there tonight. How in the hell could she take him to the hospital? That would just get him killed. His victims must have already started arriving and their families would be showing up.

“I’m good.” He pulled himself up. “Thanks for loosenin’ up the cuffs. They were killin’ me. I never knew them things hurt so much.”

“I can turn this recorder off if your done talking,” Officer Tracy said.

“You know, they always let on they know my ma drinks too much or sleeps around. That gets old. I don’t like thinking about it all the time. In school I think about it because they give me the business.” McShuster was relieved to be away from the school. “I mean, I can’t even walk down the hall without a girl rolling her eyes or hoofing it around me. Ain’t official bullying, I suppose, but it still ain’t right in my book.” His voice cracked. “How I stop my ma from doing stuff?”

“I’m still recording. I read you your rights and you are free to remain silent. Is your mother the reason for tonight?”

The officer is still in police mode. She is making sure her suspect knows he's being recorded and she's wondering if it would be safe for him at the E.R. I had this happen to me once when I was transporting a suspect, in a triple stabbing, to the hospital because he slashed his hand. I researched this story and include my own experience's. Thanks for all the interest!  

Can't Post Without a Shooting Occurring

I post another installment of People Shooter. It's like well we haven't had a shooting for a while and then, just after the post goes live, another shooting. Something is just plain wrong with the fact that our politicians can't figure something out about this ongoing crisis. We are all possibly tomorrows target  . . . Ouch. 

People Shooter

 To read People Shooter scroll down to #1 and read away. We're up to #6 so whatcha waiting for? Get caught up as we prepare for that next shooting. Fire off questions if you're so inclined and be careful out there!

This is a story of attitudes regarding sexuality ending up in murder. Love to hear from you'all on thoughts or concerns.

People Shooter #6

           

After slowing for the curb, the ambulance turned left, accelerating with its lights and siren on. A silhouette was leaning over the gun on the sidewalk. Then it gestured for someone else to stand near it. The silhouette joined four shadows with guns drawn as they all ran towards the front door of the school. They were hollering toward a couple that had stepped out of the building. The two held their hands up and hollered, “Parents!”

“This is real, pal. Guns build respect, one bloody little hole at a time. I’ll gun ‘em down. Let’s see how they sound dead. You apt to not forget that.” A tear surprised him and made him set up and clear his throat. “Where was I?”

“Shooting people—”

Three officers were walking toward them. Officer Tracy got out and stepped in front of them. One walked around her and pulled the door open; and grabbed McShuster. “See them people.” He pointed at the large crowd across the street. He gripped McShuster’s collar and pulled him halfway out of the squad and glared at him, inches from his face. “They’d just as soon kill ya—punk—than look at you.”

McShuster grimaced from stabs of sharp pain. He couldn’t answer nor did he see what the cop was pointing towards. His broken rib, if that’s what it was, made it feel like someone was pushing a long hot screw driver into his chest. It hurt so badly that he could only manage birdlike chirps.

“You think that’s funny?” The cop slammed McShuster back into the seat. The cop said something about wanting to kick some ass, and stomped off to where the gun was lying. A man was taking pictures of it. It was some kind of assault gun. That’s what his neighbor, the owner, called it. Now it was lying on the ground getting photographed. A skinny guy about his height approached the first picture taker and pointed at the gun. Obviously, he was from the paper and also wanted a shot.

  “Three-fourteen station headed to L.E.C. with one,” crackled the radio. McShuster looked up and saw Officer Tracy pushing her face to her shoulder mic. Voices were talking over each other but one did say, “We’re getting surveillance video. Four injured.” Then another one piped up that she thought it was six shooting victims. McShuster wondered how six got shot. Did I miss something here?

Officer Tracy got back in the squad and slammed the door. She drove off the curb, one tire at a time, before heading toward Second where a right turn would take them to the Police Station.

            As a cop in a prior life I can assure you this is how countless interactions are conducted with police officers and suspects. We teach our children to respect authority and not their legal rights. A high percentage of juveniles confess to crimes they didn't commit. Scary? I have no idea why this script doubled up for some. My apologies. I'm thinking I got it straightened out.

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www.curt-rude.com Tue 12 Mar 2024 07:17:59 PM Freeing the DC demonstrators is his primary concern? What about freeing the hostages in Gaza? When he told the crowd he'd meet them at the Capital and then disappeared, on that fateful day, did he know something they didn't? In this day and age ya gotta be careful over the company you keep. Just ask Cohen, Giuliani or Lindell.

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People Shooter #5

 

“I what?” McShuster looked up.

She then put the mic back up near her mouth. “I have one in custody. Male. White. Five-six or seven. Black hoodie and jeans. He’s uncooperative.”

His face burned where it had slammed into the cement. What really hurt was his body: the left side of his chest up near his shoulder on the frontside. His hands felt a whole lot better. But every time he breathed it stung bigtime. It was like the air was full of ammonia or something. Then he felt sweat or something working down his stomach.

“You Megan Tracy’s mom?”

“Let’s leave her out of it, please. I’ll ask the questions.”

“This is something all you kids want to do? Make a damn name for yourself? That’s why the media about beat us here, isn’t it? You called ‘em to show off. Christ … this infuriates me!”

McShuster moved carefully, working his way out of a slouch. When the cops took him into custody—that’s what Officer Tracy called it—it left him feeling like he’d gotten trampled by Clydesdales. “They ain’t all angels in there. Some of ‘em no better than singing little shit birds. I know … I know you not wanting to hear it. But that place is full of no good. That the long and short of it.” He shuttered. “Worst place on earth is in a classroom.”

“Did you come here tonight for a reason? To make it right or something?” Officer Tracy asked.

“I sure did. Guns and knives make everything nice. Me and Noah used to holler that target practicing. Somehow, I went from being a shooter to being the stopper. He’d say ‘I’m bigtime badass … only way to kill me is to cut my head off and hide it.’ I’d tell ‘em to chill. Think before ya hate. I know this; people shooters kill because of everybody. Not because of just one dude poking fun. Guns change things. Levels the playing field. Makes beggars out of pricks. You got a gun … you the most important person in the universe. Yes ma’am … the rules change in this here deal called the game of life. Ya know, life is full of a shit ton a wrongs. I had to do something. Had to try.”

“I’m trying to understand. Please continue.” Officer Tracy watched him in the rearview mirror.

So now the officer wants to know if McShuster acted alone here. She is jumping to conclusions but that is to be expected. Notice he claims they played around with guns. This story has been researched I tell you. All shootings have things in common.

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A lot of turmoil in the southern hemisphere. AOC, who hails from Puerto Rico, would have an interesting perspective on this calamity. Jamaica, Mexico, Venezuela and Honduras are all best avoided if you want to live a long healthy life. Guess Gringos are going to have to vacation in Canada. Little colder up there but it isn't nothing a winter coat wouldn't cure. Heard there are polar bears in Churchill. Gangbangers must be more lethal than bears. Until then, Cruise Ships are going to have to be escorted by the Navy. Wow this place is a zoo and the keeper ain't you!

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www.curt-rude.com Thu 07 Mar 2024 02:14:22 PM Conspiracy Theories are something else. Remember that one where Hillary Clinton, Barak Obama, Tom Hanks and Oprah Winfrey were part of a blood-drinking, child-abusing Satanist group that controls the world? Good thing we are alive and well in this age of communication.

Philadelphia

Shame. Did you see The City of Brotherly Love had a shooting where multiple guns led to multiple people getting shot? Shootings are piling up as we are only on the forth installment of People Shooter.

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All My Stories

To be human is to suffer at times. I have put together five stories that embrace this notion. The Bee Killer (PTSD), One Virus One Gift (Class Struggles), The Trip (Awaking) The Last Gargoyle (Reaction of an Idiot Savant) and The Rainbow Flag Allegiance (Sex based scorn). These stories can be found in The Stunned and Seething (Book of Shorts). These stories encapsulate hatred and the reactions to it. Let us consider the ramifications and appreciate an awareness for said struggles. 

People Shooter #4

           He quit listening and watched them slide Noah into the ambulance. It hurt to have everything end up

 like this. Noah shot? Shit happens, but really … Noah? Unreal. Was it all because Noah hated dogs?

 Maybe he got bit once or something. He had beaten on Courtney’s dog with a stick. Not like he had to.

 It was one of those obnoxious poodles. A little one. What they called a miniature. Truth was Noah was

 always thumpin’ on dogs. Maybe he hated ‘em for a reason. But no way this gave Courtney the right to

 toss shade on Noah, telling him he reeked and then smearing dog shit on his locker. Tonight she had

 something to worry about besides a mutt.

News Center 3 showed up and parked on the street in front of the school. McShuster watched his favorite news reporter, Robert Macaday, step out and adjust his tie. A girl was setting up a camera. McShuster would have loved all the excitement in a prior life, but not tonight; people getting shot changes things.

Everyone knew Noah could lose it in no time flat. Messing with him was mostly just supposed to be fun. But no, sometimes a guy reaches his boiling point. Who wants to look stupid? He made like being stupid was worse than no girlfriend. Everyone knew it. He picked up a nick name he didn’t know about. Or, at least Noah never let on about knowing. No-Ah girl for loser Noah.

The reporter waved and approached the squad. “Our team called the tip in. Shooting was going to … start during the game. Can I get a few words on record—” The reporter went mum after making eye contact with McShuster. “Reporters get shot. Is that the only shooter around here?” He spun and trotted to the van hollering to the camera lady. She grabbed a mic and raced Robert to the van before they spun off.

“I was on my way to work and it dawned on me. It’s like ‘I’d shoot up the school in a second,’ but you think saying that stuff is a big joke. Sometimes a storm blows in and you drenched because you didn’t see it in time.” McShuster looked at the growing crowd across the street. “Can we leave—”

“Ten four, three-fourteen. I have the perp in custody. Is the school cleared?” Officer Tracy asked.

“Can you check see how Noah’s doing?” McShuster asked. He couldn’t believe it. Noah was his shooting buddy. Why’d I shoot him? he wondered.

Officer Tracy put the mic up near her mouth but then lowered it. “You act alone here?”

“I what?” McShuster looked up.

             The scene is fluid and stress is present. This can cause mistakes.

 

Eau Claire Lady Book Lovers

Very excited to see the new library. Wonderful town or so I've been told. The Wigwam is where the best hamburger can be had I guess. I'm headed to Eau Claire from the Minneapolis/St Paul Airport. Lets make it memorable. I love book signings. Many thanks to my Agent.

Nothing is Free

Exception to every rule. People Shooter is free I tell ya! We're up to three installments of my latest and greatest story . . . People Shooter. Everything in this story is based on research. It isn't a knee jerk reaction to the horrors of gun violence in America. How its written is how it happens. So read away and leave a comment. Thanks go out to the Barone Literary Agency who has had my back. Now scroll down and read the first three installments.

Three dead in Old Minnesota

I wrote 'People Shooter' because it was cathartic. I find it hard to live with daily violence brought to you by the Second Amendment. I feel that the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall be established after conditions are met. European Countries do this quiet nicely. They sign out weapons for hunting. There has been violence in Europe, but not on the level found in the United States. This is a problem our elected leaders have no idea how to handle.

This is my point of view, on this problem and I stand by it. So please do share your thoughts but lets agree to disagree if need be. I get that rainy day feeling when I think of all the horrible acts of violence we have to endure day in and day out from a trigger being pulled.

Side bar here. If we have to appease some who desire the right to bear arms why does it stop with firearms? Our right to purchase dynamite ended in the sixties when explosives rocked the land of the brave during Viet Nam protests. So if you exercise your right to own a gun, why not put up a fuss for explosives?   

These three were shot to death the other day.

R.I.P.

   

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People Shooter #3

 

“Please shut it!’ Officer Tracy glared at him in the rearview mirror shaking her head. “I’m going to read you your rights and tape what you have to say. Okay, McShuster?”

Someone pounded on the window. They both jumped. “Godammit. You just as well kill someone than scare them half to death,” Tracy growled while sliding open the window. An officer stood by the squad while glancing around the area.

“Sorry. Sorry,” the officer said while still surveying the scene.  Did he say anything about anyone helping him here? He a lone gunman or what?” Several other officers crowded in around the squad dressed up like soldiers, assault weapons held across their chests, the word “Police” printed on their black outfits.

“If I say something, can you loosen these?” McShuster leaned forward, exposing his cuffed hands.

“You good with that, Jill?” The officer asked.

She got out of the squad and started working a little key in the hole on the cuff. The handcuffs had worked a deep imprint into his wrist, she noticed, suppressing a grin. Yes sir … the little bastard got what he had coming.

“Yes, I’m here doing what I had to do. I’m what you’d call a lone gunman. Wait a minute, I don’t have a gun. I’m just here, I mean alone. How bad hurt is he?” McShuster nodded toward Noah. Everyone ignored him.

The SWAT officer lowered his voice. “Jill, is your daughter alright? Is she at the game?” Tracy told him Megan was okay; that she had ran her friend to the hospital with a broken arm.

“Good to hear. Hang in there, Jill. We got to clear the school.” The group spun from the squad and trotted into the north entrance.

After reading McShuster his rights and double checking her device, she exhaled. She didn’t want to hear it; when it got personal things got harder. Megan had been at the basketball game. She was okay but was crying after spotting her mom getting out of her squad, Megan had run up assuring Tracy she was okay but her friend was hurt. Not shot. Just hurt. She had fallen off a bleacher and a bone was sticking out of her arm. Megan was going to drive her but promised to drive carefully since ambulances were waiting to only transport gunshot victims. Courtney was not going to die. She needed a doctor though because it looked like it hurt. Bad.

“Where do I start here? This is Officer Tracy. I’m with James McShuster,” she continued with what sounded like legal gibberish to McShuster: times and dates and locations.

The officer here is clearly attempting to get the legal ball rolling. Her value system is confronting something she doesn't appreciate. I mean, it became personal when the reader discovers her daughter is at the game where a gun man had been on the loose. If you get to thinking the give and take like this would never happen, remember, I was a cop in a prior life. 

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www.curt-rude.com Fri 23 Feb 2024 06:58:31 PM It's all about supply and demand. People want to get high, but can't exercise that right, in a free society. So this void is filled by enterprising individuals who could also be called Capitalists. Losing some blow is just the cost of doing business. Don't worry, there'll be plenty of coke on the streets this weekend. Can you imagine partaking in a Banana Split today and being on the go until, say Monday?