His name was Nathaniel Noedinski.
I did not like him.
What? Is it not enough that I did not like him and decided the world would be a better place without him?
Do I really have to provide evidence for this judgment? He certainly provided none for justification of his crimes.
What if it was only he cut me off in traffic? What if it was only he stole my lingerie from my shopping cart which was the last package? What if it was he was not guilty of anything but rudeness? Was that not enough?
What if he was guilty of fornication or using God's Name in vain? Certainly in the Bible that would require a stoning.
What if he was guilty of murder, would then that make it right? Would it be worse if it was his Grandmother he suffocated or a child he murdered?
Some might justify even that, as certainly Barack Obama has murdered bin Laden and Khadaffi, in front of their children, and he takes smiling credit for such things in walking the streets free.
Where is the justice in this then with Nathaniel Noedinski, or would it make it better that I smoke my Virginia Slims for my centerfold beauty, but would smoking be a crime too in not justifying my revenge?
Would it make a difference if I wore my little pink ribbon booby pin for cancer, and walked a mile for such an event annually. Would my being beautiful be the balance point in tipping this in my favor by you the jury reading this in judging me, and deciding finally that lovely me is just the law which allows me to pass final judgment on Nathaniel Noedinski, because I really loathed this excrement of life.
See I did not start this out this way, to deal with a heinous person, I only was minding my own concerns in life, and suddenly I fell upon the tears of those hurt by Nathaniel Noedinski and it finally blossomed that something just had to be done about him, for his crimes were now all legal in the modern age, and if I was upon the medieval plane, they would have hung his corpse by the neck until he rotted free and then the pigs would have finished him in pure green recycling.
Oh did I say I recycled too, separated my cans from my bottles from my paper? Certainly this assists in my beauty that charms the law to avail itself in the public court to agree that certainly Nathaniel Noedinski, deserved all of this, as you certainly know what kind of person it would take for you to unleash your judgment on them, as certainly as Nathaniel Noedinski deserved his day.
Did you know that blood is really easy to come by?
Blood is an amazing condiment in a simple scene becomes a crime scene when volumes of blood appear.
Yes it is amazing how college students will trustingly bare their manly arms for a pretty girl in a white coat, an ipad, and a story about needing blood samples to compare in her studies for a thesis on primates at 20 dollars a quart.
Two quarts is a half gallon in two zealous males and across several states away, all of a sudden you have no smelly bums on the street going crazy, as a half drunk college man will agree to anything, including hair samples all in the name of science.
It is also amazing in how a little sign on a pickup truck saying, CITY MAINTENANCE, can have a person picking up trash outside Nathaniel Noedinksi's home, with all that hair, DNA and fingerprints he leaves on what he throws out.
Yes I do recycle such things.
Amazing on how fingerprints show up on counterfeit money which just happens to appear on an old printer which happens to appear hidden in Nathaniel Noedinski's garage as he left the door open, as the city workers always are so efficient in checking on homes in the police state, and if anyone did ask, you simply want their name to report for the inspection crew to schedule a thorough examination of the carbon footprint the nosey neighbor's home is leaving in killing this Al Gore planet we all are interested in protecting.
I once liked watching television, but my enjoyment is now more in rudimentary vistas, like digital cameras hooked up watching the comings and goings of Nathaniel Noedinski.
Did I mention that for under 100 dollars I could track Mr. Noedinski too?
You probably would have figured this out when I mentioned that for 100 dollars you can purchase enough disposable cell phones to register them online under all sorts of interesting things.
I see there was a listing of Attorneys, Bellson, Bainbridge and Krintendorf, as that is what appeared on the caller ID of Mrs. Nathaniel Noedinski, and she answered to a pleasant young bubble head secretary chattering on about, "Oh Mrs. Noedinski, I have to make a follow up call on the life insurance policy you were scheduling for the death of your spouse, as ...........Oh Mrs. Noedinski, I'm certain it is you, as I have your phone number here, your information, a clinical check up from a Mexican hospital stating you are fine, including your prostrate exam...........Oh Mrs. Noedinksi, I'm sorry this must have been your husband taking out the 5 million dollar policy. Please do not say anything, as I could get fired as I really need this job to pay for my sons dentist as the father cheated on me and ran off with a younger woman.....".
Now of course such phone calls you can not just dump into the spouse's lap, because you have to use those other phones like the pink one registered to Lacey Ahmald, who just happens to phone up Mrs. Noedinski on Nathaniel's night out after work as he left the establishment, and you wanted to make certain he got home fine as he was such a nice man in caring for his sick wife.
Old girlfriends named Roxie Rutherman, now there is an outstanding name for an NPR, PBS, MSNBC skank for certain, who was a college cum drop, and now she was just checking back as Nathaniel friended her on Facebook.
Phone calls are such interesting witnesses really in nothing gets past the women in men's lives, and once their radar is up, why those women notice everything and even the innocent actions of a guilty male will all of a sudden be damning testimony in this man she never knew.
Oh did I mention that Nathaniel Noedinski liked expensive athletic shoes, and the night he went to his car, someone had happened to mix a fine mist of light oil and human blood which just happened to get on his shoes as he got into his car.
Now that might not have been a problem if Nathaniel Noedinski had not been a creature of habit in always going home the same way, and getting his picture on traffic, store and ATM cameras that just happened to pass by a Mr. and Mrs. John Murphy, lovely old people who liked watching Entertainment Tonight and Wheel of Fortune, and had this empty lot by their home, with concrete drive and bushes, which had a smudged shoe print matching the Noedinski athletic shoe, complete with oil residue to keep things fresh, and copius amounts of blood.
Strange at that scene that an amplified cell phone just happened to broadcast people screaming, shooting and making all sorts of noise that interrupted the Murphy's television watching. Of course, the looked out, but saw nothing, but still phoned 911.
Oh did you notice, a bundle of counterfeit cash was left in the blood with Nathaniel Noedinski's lifted fingerprints on it and I do believe the police found several shell casings too with that odd torn envelope in his handwriting with his address on it.
Even stranger was someone happened to put a firearm in the trunk of Nathaniel Noedinski's car. Car trunks open so easy with this electronic signals now, and still open so easy with a little creative picking.
Blood smears on the trunk and those bills and some dime bags cut large with baby powder meant another 100 dollar investment, but then justice does have it's price.
It is amazing how a devoted spouse looks for ways out as does her family when presented with evidence of life insurance policies and replacement wives on cell phone calls. It is almost a godsend really when the police happen to show up a few hours after the Murphys' call in all that criminal activity in their lot, and a spouse just does not know what to think of her fortune in being wronged when the police find blood smears on a car, and a trunk full of counterfeit bills and that gun which happens to match the casings found.
CSI is not really that spectacular, but they can find things like printers in garages and ink cartridges sloppily hidden.
Now I watched all of this in Nathaniel Noedinski, resisting arrest, screaming and crying, and quite out of his element when it is his chain being jerked hard and not some innocent people.
Attorney fees are quite large really, as are things like bail, when a spouse and her family of Obama voting barracudas just have lost all their love of human kindness in life insurance policies and replacement vaginas and well that secret life of bad boy drugs, with all that blood.
I really do not know what happened to Nathaniel Noedinski, as I do have a life to live in keeping my centerfold figure in pleasing order as I smoke my Virginia Slims accomplishing good deeds in recycling and wearing breast cancer pins.
Some say that he went to prison and some skinheads and crypts both got the idea from a mail that Nathaniel Noedinski was a narc sent in to inform on them. As I stated, I really do not know such things as I'm very busy being an upstanding person in making my pledge to PBS as I do so enjoy the Create channel in P. Allen Smith.
I really do not know if that plot dug up at the cemetery conformed with the timing of a notice from Social Security that Nathaniel Noedinski's was now listed as deceased. As stated, I do not know of such things as I would have had to have checked such things, and I'm quite busy being a global citizen producing the kind of world all of us hope to live in.
Oh look at that, my email just showed a spam promising me I just was awarded 13.7 million dollars if I send them my bank account number. I do so hope they are not lying to me, as I might not like that.
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