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| Jimbo (part three)
by captaincareless at 5/12/2008 10:15:40 AM
December 6th 2021’s edition of A.B.C’s , C.B.S’s and N.B.C’s Nightly world news broadcast, all had a new and strangely shocking report… That a fifty something year old man. Who had previously won the world’s largest lottery five months before. Had acquired a nuclear bomb from a rogue terrorist state in Africa. And the man was now driving around the Los Angeles area with the weapon tied down to the bed of an old dilapidated truck and that the driver was often drunk. The driver explained incoherently to news reporters and the public… that there was some “kind of switch” that he had some surgeon/witch doctor from the jungle put into his chest near his heart “kinda like a heart shocker”. In other words a pace maker that measured the electrical signals from the heart muscle and if the heart went into a spasm of fibulation the device would administer a series of shocks to restore the hearts proper rhythm. ‘Well’ as the man explained while slurring.
‘The switch was like that. But if my heart stops. Then ……KABOOWEEE!!!! TO THE MOON!!! HA HAW HA!!!’ .
This last part put a victorious demon like smirk on Los Angeles’s new captors face. A face some would admire. Some would loath. But the captor would cherish.
Scientist did in fact confirm Jimbo’s story… all of it.
So it came to be. That for a period of six months. Los Angeles and its surrounding area’s people were held hostage. By a man whose good fortune. Had been their bad.
Jim thought this was fantastic!
He went anywhere. Wore anything or nothing. Paid for nothing. Jim was a verifiable untouchable! He drank and drove. Speeded. Drove with reckless abandon on the 405 backwards for miles at a time in the wrong direction. Ate at the finest restaurants (Those that were still open). Slept in the biggest most lavished (now abandoned) mansions. Life now for Jim. Was good . He now was not just a big man in his own eyes. But also in the eyes of everyone. There was no authority now for him, beyond his own. No laws. No rules. No nothing. No one to tell ‘Ol Jimbo what to do. Now he didn’t drive to the edge of town to yell at the moon while drunk. Now he would drive to the center of the cities he chose… and do so. Jim’s new and favorite saying to scream in his diatribes too the moon was…
‘Absolute power corrupts absolutely!’ Jim agreed with the old saying. The saying had been marvelously true of course and made ‘Ol Jimbo rejoice. But in all of Jim’s exaltation, jubilation, and revelry from power mongering. There on was one thing he didn’t see coming with his power goggles…….and that was the end of his reign.
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The end that Jim didn’t see coming. Came. Through the months of Jim’s “L.A reign”. He didn’t seem to notice the ever dwindling traffic. In a city filled with millions of cars and folks. He didn’t seem to notice the hordes of people leaving what people called the ‘Future Ground Zero’ or L.A’s ‘Real Big One’ to come. Actually the city through the last six months had become a real ghost town. So much so. That the U.S military was now willing to risk a nuclear explosion in the heart of a now heartless city. After all Los Angeles was hell on earth anyway. “Why not baptize it in fire?” The military generals rationalized .
‘We might as will push restart on it…. F*CK IT!!!’
And that was what the world greatest military minds came up with. They came up with “F*ck it”.
They decided they would use a sniper to snipe Ol’ Jim. One that was young and enjoyed the idea of becoming a legend in martyr-ism ….and so they did.
There was no bang. No boom. No mushroom cloud. No “just desserts” for Los Angeles. No nuclear winter. No dooms day. The crack reported from a lone soldier’s rifle and the screeching and crashing of a lone jalopy on a lone freeway….that is all there was… Jim was dead… Jim was duped… The world had been duped. Jim died with no knowledge of being swindled… Jim died a “BIG” man.
You see. The terrorist state that sold Jim his nuclear dream. Had a “Nuclear Dream” all of their own. In order to secure funding for their nuclear “rights” and become a new member of the “Nuclear Club”. They sold fakes to reclusive millionaires and billionaires. All for whatever price was right for the social elitist that came their way.
After all. With today’s prices…. it’s hard to find a good nuclear bomb under one billion. Rest in peace Jim.
~Captiancareless~
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