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By Gundhramns Hammer
July 22, 2014
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The new day found him lying down on the floor not alive but cold dead as a piece of Arctic ice. He could not take any longer the hell boiling in his mind.
An unexpected but nagging feared nightmare finally became true and gave him a hard turn in his life, one that completely turned his world upside down.
Not down because things got down in his life. No, that was not the problem, for he was one of the richest men in his neighbourhood. He was fucking loaded with money.
His wads and loads of money poured into his pockets like water coming out of a faucet.
The vampirical globalisation had waved him up to the top and had placed him just under the top that topped him.
He had investments and countless businesses in numerous countries around the world, especially car dealerships and cattle and meat launderings from Argentina, Brazil, Paraguay, Uruguay to Panama and from here all the way up to Mexico in the American continent. But his long reach also reached Africa, Europe, Asia and Australia.
On weekends, his greatest pleasure had been devouring huge amounts of barbecued pork ribs or roasted ostrich thighs.
In his hierarchical society, there were always people willing to asskiss him. This became more obvious at his frequent extravagant parties.
The element of surprise was not something he liked at all. Nevertheless, he always strove to surprise those under his command.
For this purpose, whenever he threw a party, he always invited as many of the members of his gang over as he could so they would try new exotic meats such as meat of giraffe, buffalo, crocodile or any bush meat brought in for the occasion through sneaky channels he knew how to channel across the Channel.
This big shot had lots of channels at his disposition wherever and whenever he needed to channel what he wanted to channel across any channels in a world full of leaky economic channels.
His big appetite for meat or know-how to channel anything across any channels had earned himself a couple of nicknames like "Meat" or "Big Channel".
One can say that Meat was quite popular in his own crowd.
What nobody knew is that he had another more powerful guy sitting right on top of him. And this one was really a fucking bastard.
And this fucking bastard whose secret name was "Buzz", short for Buzzard, was really upset because Meat had recently lost 400 million bucks in a cattle investment in South America.
Meat´s big cattle ranch had recently been raided and confiscated by the local authorities (Video 1).
Video 1. Military shootout at a narco-ranch.
Out of this unexpected and unlucky deal, Meat came out losing 200 million bucks and also ended up without anymore of his favourite meat, at least from this particular South American meat investment, and his secret boss Buzz had unwillingly lost the other half.
And this had made Buzz completely buzzing and fucking mad at the same time.
As we all know, life is full of surprises whether people like them or not.
Despite all of the consumed meat and all the macho stuff exerted on those he considered below him, Meat was a wimp underneath his tough skin.
Which goes to prove what Leo Buscaglia once said, that "Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be
expected from the strong". Humans are such fragile creatures.
As expected, Buzz was not going to let Meat get away with the upside down meaty deal. Buzz knew what to do in such cases.
Buzz sent in the toughest debt collector (Video 2) he had in his domain.
Warning: Not for delicate people!
Video 2. UK´s toughest debt collectors.
But that was not enough to get some sense out of Meat´s meat.
So, Buzz tried the one thing that he knew for sure was going to put things in the right place once and for all, according to his own way of seeing what he could see with his twisted vision of underworld´s buzzard.
Buzz had the most feared weapon in the underworld.
And this most feared weapon is not a weapon in the real sense, even though in this evil world there are some psychotic men who often use this special weapon as a real weapon to hurt others like a real weapon.
What happened that night before Meat took his life was known only to those who did what Buzz orchestrated as a ploy to employ his most secret weapon on Meat´s meat.
Meat got fiddled away without any orchestra by an expert fiddler paid by Buzz to punish and pound Meat´s meat.
As a result, Meat was severely broken.
Broken where Meat never wanted to be broken because his manhood would be broken if the news ever filtered out of this backdoor secret drama.
And they did. The news got out. Buzz told everyone in his domain that Meat had been his own meat.
No wonder Meat killed himself.
It is said by organised crime experts and mafiosi themselves alike that being taken and broken by a violent fiddler down under in the underworld is the equivalent of being not worth even a piece of shit.
The dreadful day that took Meat on his final trip wore on and four more days came to pass. Meat´s body got bloated and started to decay (Fig. 1) in his fancy sky mansion.
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| Figure 1. All meat has an end. |
Eventually, the cadaver of this man that had bought nightmares to the cops and plenty of smiles to many a greedy bankers in many parts of the globe was found.
It was done on Meat what needed to be done to put him away to become fodder for the bugs that recycle all Earth´s meat.
They say that the day that Meat was finally put to rest in the ground, a cow smiled somewhere on a South American cattle narco-ranch. At least for another day.
Many experts now agree that cows should not be human´s meat (Video 3), for meat is a deadly trap that is causing a great deal of health havoc in a creature that calls itself Homo sapiens and whose brains have gone wild filled with anti-biospherical schemes to attain his goal of fiddling away his mind to keep him from going more insane and that his body was really not designed to handle meat like a lion.
Video 3 Cow´s hell.
Surprisingly, Meat did not leave this world without leaving a note. Most people who commit suicide do.
His note read: "Meat was eaten by meat".
But he was not referring to the meaty weapon he had to experience. The coroner´s folks discovered that Meat had his whole body full of cancer, especially from the mouth down to his broken piece (Video 4).
Video 4. Colorectal cancer.
In the end, Meat like all meat was only a story.
A housefly came by and settled on the window that had belonged to Meat´s penthouse. This smart insect had a perfect map of this part of town in its tiny head. It cleaned carefully its delicate legs.
It was waiting for another meal, for prey never go missing in man´s upside down world.
