Ted is saddened by the recent Globalist acquisition of major social media sites and other Internet venues. The buy up is not surprising, since they owned literally ninety-nine percent of the mainstream news media, recently discredited because of deceptive negative spotlighting of everybody they hate. Globalist ambitions will not stand the light of day so they practice censorship. They are never forthright or honorable, but always create insurmountable technical problems rendering their applicatons disabled for those they want to shut down. Their tech support people are instructed to never respond even to internal Emails.

Jiggle manipulates search criteria so that millions of websites are kept from public view.  They interfere with Email messages sent to anybody of whom they disapprove. In their Terms of Service they state unclearly that they will not serve anyone whose politics or economic advocacy they disagree with. They are vile totalitarian Socialists and are the biggest censors in the world.

Flutter is a messaging website that censors by not sending messages which contain content that conflicts with the Globalist agenda. When a general message posted on a client’s homepage, has links to sites they don’t like, one click brings up a full page popover warning that the site may be “unsafe” stating that those hosting the site may try to steal your password, send you a virus, or, listed last, in some way violate their Terms of Service, again vaguely pertaining to anything which might stand against Globalism.

Factsheet allows you to create a profile with photos and information about yourself. You can make posts that go to a newsfeed page. If Factsheet dislikes the post, they delete it. Again the censorship pertains to other than Globalist ideologies. If challenged, they will designate the deleted post as “hateful”.

Lenny Golden of Jiggle will be Ted’s first target. This joker is a friend of Boris Pilos, supports PALPAP, defends pedophilia, and implements every dirty trick he can to invade the privacy of Jiggle Mail users thought by him to be in opposition to the Globalist agenda.

December 3, 2029. New York City

Goldman enjoys lunch alone every day at a little restaurant half a block from the building where he works. He suffers from TB, Tiny Bladder, and usually visits the men’s room right after ordering his food. Ted is seated at the next table wearing a disguise.

Today Lenny has ordered the soup du jour

with sandwich. It arrives at his table almost immediately. Ted looks around, and using the tiny cannon at a lower setting, shoots a small pellet of undetectable one minute heart stopper into Lenny’s soup.

This is Ted’s first time with this poison and method. He wants to observe the results and remains seated. Lenny comes back, sits down, and takes a short sip of the soup. It’s very hot so he starts on the sandwich. With the sandwich half gone, Lenny wants his soup, still too hot, so he puts a big spoonful of ice from his water glass into the soup and stirs. Ted is pleased to see this helpful mixing.

Lenny drinks a third of the soup, then finishes the sandwich. Now he savors the last of the soup, and the last seconds of his wretched life. Suddenly, the poison steals over Lenny like a shadow. He clutches at his throat for some reason, and gasps loudly, tries to get up, then falls heavily to the floor. His tongue if sticking all the way out like a big bloated sausage. What a splendid thing to see.

Ted fights the desire to laugh. Instead he tries to look very solemn and concerned. The waitress has seen only the last part of Lenny’s final struggle, looks at Ted, and asks,

“What Happened?”

“Looks like an epileptic seizure to me. Better call 911 for an ambulance. I’ve got a meeting. Here’s the check, and your tip.”

Ted puts a twenty dollar bill on the table and leaves. As he walks down the street, he finally lets go with a long guffaw of pure delight, and thinks to himself,

“Anther Wormtongue of evil bites the dust. Strange sausage effect though. I wonder if this reaction is typical.”

Next Ted will eliminate Herschel Goodman of Flutter, then Luke Zorrenberg of Fact Sheet. He decides to view these results first hand as well. He will use the same disguise for the security cameras, because the category of victim and the modus operandi will make it clear that it’s the same person anyway. One mist be frugal. There are only so many disguises, after all.

Ted thinks to himself as he enjoys liver and bacon at a little diner on the way home,

”This mission makes me Venificus, as subcategory to the 5th TRS degree,

Adeptus Bello”

December 8, 2029

Today is Herschel Goodman’s thirty-forth birthday. Tonight, he and his wife, little boy, and baby girl will celebrate after dinner with cookies and ice-cream. Although a master of rhetoric, Herschel is really just a cheap little prick. He actually believes that that he is a good person. It doesn’t even impinge on him that what he does helps to destroy entire races and cultures, and facilitates wars that kill tens of thousands of more or less innocent people.

These things do impinge on Ted, however, and he doesn’t think Herschel is a good person at all. He can just picture Goodman’s home life at the dinner table when he was in school,

“Listen to your mother, Hershel. Do your studies. Got to learn those verbal skills, Hershel.”

After work, Goodman always changes into light sweat pants for the sporty look and comfort factor in driving home. There is a coffee machine with gourmet cappuccino in the lobby of his building. Herschel is a caffeine addict, and stops every night to savor his favorite blend on the way out to the parking garage. Ted has arrived just ahead of Herschel, and stuck a poison pellet in the spout where the coffee comes out.

Ted pretends to be talking on a cellphone. Hershel gets out of the elevator walks to the machine, and makes his selection. He stands, sipping the coffee, looking out at the park across the street as he always does. The coffee delights him, but yoday there is something wrong. Suddenly Herschel shouts,

“No, no! Mother, help me!”

Everyone turns to look as Herschel dives to the floor, then rolls back and forth like one on fire, as he urinates, and releases two quarts of sulfurous diarrhea into the thin pants. It gets all over the floor, making a terrible mess. Now poor Herschel is bellowing,

“Bul, lul lah lah, lul lah lah

 Bul, lul lah lah, lul lah lah”

Ted watches in fascination and thinks grimly,

“Sounds like an ancient prayer.”

Finally Herschel quiets down and rolls belly up, wet and covered with feces, eyes bulging. And, oh boy, there’s that tongue again, more like a full bratwurst this time. Ted is almost paralyzed with delight.

“Holy Mataskeezits, this is Shomnicica”

he ejaculates to a cute woman next to him.

“I’m not familiar with those holidays”

she snickers while, at the same time, looking deeply embarrassed for all of humankind.

Ted smirks. Unknown to him, this woman is one of Goodman’s abused assistants, and is gratefully amused by the manner of her evil employer’s demise.

 December 11, 2029

Luke Zorrenberg is a Globalist well known for using his public utility, Factsheet, to censor Libertarian Nationalists. He works closely with Boris Pilos and Chinese Communist leaders in this regard.

Every day, Zorrenberg cuts through a grassy, lightly wooded, area in Central Park on the way to work. Ted has set a snare, and concealed it with leaves. He is hiding in a cluster of bushes close at hand.

Along comes Zorrenberg whistling a rollicking saxophone tune he learned from Will Flinton. He steps into the snare, trips it, and is born rapidly upward. Now he is hanging upside down, bewildered and enraged. Ted comes out of the bushes snickering, looks up, and says,

“Well now, Luke, just hanging around are we?”

“Who the Hell are you?’

shrieks the angry Globalist.

‘Oh, I’m just aother liberty loving American, one of the millions whose country has been ruined by cheap little Globalist cocksuckers like you. “

Zorrenberg scowls. This is a good opportunity for Ted to test the one minute poison, delivered at the full skin-piercing setting from the tiny canon, as with the Pilos campus thugs. He fires the pen at Zorrenberg, who feels it slightly, like a gnat bite, and asks,

“What did you just do?”

I posted your death notice to the Akashic Record. I’m sure it will be on Factsheet by the end of the day.”

Luke begins to quiver and gasp. His eyes roll up out of sight. He strangles as his tongue distends to a length of eleven inches.

“Impossible! I must admit, however, that it does explain Luke’s legendary oratory.”

thinks Ted to himself, as he begins to vacate the area. A lady walking her dog sees him, and the hanging man behind him. Out comes the lady’s cell phone. Ted walks very briskly now, and is glad for his disguise.

Good news, and inspiration, travels fast. Within four days of the posting about Zorrenberg, the offices of Jiggle, Flutter, and Factsheet are being bombed all over the USA and Europe, usually with Molotov cocktails, dynamite, or hand grenades. The employees not dead already, are quitting their jobs in droves, and, in most cases, because of Libertarian press releases about the reason for all of this, are reappraising their allegiances.