Death Scene

Death in war is not like movies. It doesn’t matter how grotesque and realistic it looks. There’s no poetry. It happens suddenly, surprisingly and that’s it. There’s rarely a last gasp or struggle to say something meaningful. If anything the wounded may make a curious sounding whimper or a deeply disappointed groan and even soil themselves before dying. It’s pitifully sad.

Calling fallen soldiers “heros” is the only consolation that we, through our government, can give young men and women who gave their lives, but there is nothing heroic about the last slow moan coming out of a 19 year-old Marine right before he farts and dies.

These soldiers are “heros” because that word helps us ignore the reality of life cut short by violence. They are heros so we don’t have to be. War is not honorable.

Red House

A red house—the right shade of red—elicits the notion of America with a quiet that disagrees with the color. Alarm. Danger. Fire. That’s red. Even after the sun and time peel away layers of vibrance, red demands attention. But on a house it reveals a simple honesty, humility even.

The red house is a quiet house. If the yard is groomed it brings a Rockwell like comfort to the neighborhood. An overgrown yard surrounding a red house feels in need of rescue.

Perspective

Kathryn. Kathy. Kat longed for January 29th to finally get here. It was the one day of the year that she truly fed what she considered a completely selfish but necessary indulgence. Spa Day.

Spa Day cost more than she would ever reveal to her girlfriends over lunch at white tablecloth clad Café Europa.

But they knew. They went themselves and soaked in the mineral baths, puckered in the cold rinses, rested like bread dough under the hot-stone massages and buzzed during the herbal infused facials. Besides, Kat would get coy and playfully try to change the subject moments after reminding everyone that her Spa Day was drawing nigh and that she was embarrassed at how much it cost.

But Kat deserved it. It was her intimate self-reward for driving the twins to games and practices, for finally re-decorating the family room now that the twins were older and putting up with all the petty bullshit as the treasurer of the neighborhood association.

Every year (since Dan left her for a sales rep with brand new boobs) for the past 9 years, after the holidays and after a week or two or three of her new diet or fitness program she just needed to let go.

KARTANG BURAN

SEE what the government doesn’t want you to FEEL.

KNOW what the Catholics are HEARING.

RAIN witty retorts and observant quips on the NORMALS.

Do you possess the skills to break a shark’s back in four places? NO. If you did, you wouldn’t be here. Do you feel confident no matter the situation you find yourself in? NO. If you did you wouldn’t be here.

What is this? This is the new ERA of UNDERSTANDING and ACTION. This is KARTANG BURAN and you are now enlightened.

Hi, my name is Jake Stowey, former Marine Master Sergeant and Navy SEAL. For 16 years I defended the sleeping virginity of this nation from the scourge of tyranny UNSEEN by it’s citizens. But it wasn’t easy and it wasn’t enough all the time.

I was a weakling kid diagnosed with asthma by the time I was four years old. I had a slew of allergies and LOW SELF-ESTEEM. Until I joined the Marines. For 16 weeks of what I thought was grueling training I learned about my limitations and DESTROYED them. I learned how to tap into my inner FEAR DEMON and smash it. Or so I thought. Ha ha ha.

Seeking a new challenge, I joined the Navy SEALs and PUSHED myself beyond my FEAR DEMONS and awakened my inner DRAGON. Yes, all SEaLs have this inner DRAGON that is impervious to pain and NEGATIVE SELF-IMAGES.

For 16 years my inner dragon raged through difficult missions, training and experiences that would make most of the toughest men in the entire world go home and CRY to their mothers. But I found that I had only stirred the beast.

It wasn’t until after the SEALs when I discovered how to tap into and CONTROL the DRAGON and unleash your  KARTANG BURAN or MAXIMUM ORANGE FORCE OF DESTINY.

What is  KARTANG BURAN or MAXIMUM ORANGE FORCE OF DESTINY (MOFD)? The simplest way to explain it is to this; In the wild a wolf will not kill for sport even if it is starving. It will watch it’s PREY and learn it’s WEAKNESSES. If something unexpected happens the WOLF CAN UNLEASH it’s wild fury in an instant. How does the wolf know how or when or even how much FURY to unleash? This is  KARTANG BURAN (MOFD).

This Shit is Uninspired.

“HOT DAMN!” Staples shouted as he slammed the door behind him. “I been running for the last 10 blocks trying to get here.”

“Why?” Lisa said slowly.

Staples shook the rain off his boot and looked up impatiently. “What do you mean, “whyyy.”” making fun of her long way of talking.

“I ran here because the speech starts any minute now.”

Almost on queue the Mr. Rodriguez, next door in apartment 402 started pounding on the wall. Slow three times then two short, sharp beats. Lisa and Staples punched righteous middle-fingers in perfect time to the last two beats, almost as an aside.

“Baby,” Lisa continued, “what’s important about a speech?”

Staples pulled off his shades and his pupils started to glow reacting to the orange overhead lighting. “This planet,” he said, is on the ground floor of something NEW!”