If you have an online life, you know the CyberBullies are stalking around you. They send you hate mail or leave anonymous/faked comments on your blog. They hide their identities because they are not brave enough to own their own words. They live in the muck and tar of disease and depression and they are not happy unless they can try to bring you down to their sycophant level.
Rogue inmates are part of the criminal genius community: Without their evil cunning and punishing intelligence and their clever ability to create something out of nothing for self-profit — they would not be behind bars. Only the SuperGenius mind would think to use Vaseline as an implement of death in Lansing, Michigan:
It’s that time of year again when New York City once again feels sorry for itself and the parade of 9/11 martyrs make their mandatory appearance in the pit of what used to be the World Trade Center. This morning, we witnessed the young children of the dead — they “do not remember their father” — but are nonetheless forced to pretend to recall him on television, in speeches they did not write, to help perpetuate the offensive and utterly meaningless “Why Us?” chest thumping that has replaced healing and rediscovery of a forward-propelling hope in America.
This scenario is made up of two parts.
Please write your answer for Part A before you answer Part B and when you comment, please break up your answer into Part A and Part B.
You are the head of a public health clinic in the urban core. An hour ago a toxic biological agent was seeded across the city by a low-flying crop-duster airplane.
The bio-agent is fast-acting and severely incapacitates in 90 minutes and kills in three hours. Everyone in the city is infected. Most are already dying in the streets as they choke to breathe in their mission to find help.
During July 2001, my wife and I were searching for a new apartment in Jersey City, New Jersey. After 14 years of living in New York City: Manhattan in Morningside Heights near Columbia University and Saint John the Divine; Alphabet City; the Bronx’s Co-Op City, we decided it was time for a change. We wanted more room for less money. We found a great real estate Broker named Gertrude who, in turn, found us a beautiful new place to live.