Biological Warfare and Clandestine Capital Punishment

[wsduncanb]

This is for my closest relative & dearest childhood friend:

WILLENE SUZANNE DUNCAN-BINNS, my little sister.

Suzie, you are the unlikeliest victim of this GENOCIDAL U.S.
Government funded, biologically engineered disease (created by the
U.S. ARMY at Fort Detrick, Maryland). I am angry and upset because I
know that your FATE (this calculated soft-kill murder) was meant for
me -- after-all, our destinies are tied together and the U.S. SHADOW
GOVERNMENT knows it. You just happened to be the most convenient
target; the softest and easiest choice for the F.B.I. and U.S. Secret
Service. What has happened to you amounts to a vicious provocation
and I blame those FEDERAL SECRET POLICE agencies that have sought to
surreptitiously INJECT me, and other subversives around the United
States, and world-wide, with this DEADLY VIRUS that has its origins
in the CHEMICAL BIOLOGICAL WARFARE LABORATORIES of the U.S., SOUTH
AFRICAN and ISRAELI military arsenal. Don't believe that this was by
chance; don't believe, for a split-second, that this was the result
of your carelessness -- this was calculated! and it affects me in a
most personal way! The people who did this to you (the FBICIAMAFIA
axis-of-evil) have a VENDETTA against me, and they will HARM, as they
have in the past, anyone with close emotionally ties to me. (I can't
believe how someone as DIRTY named Larry Bruce could infiltrate our
lives! You got SET-UP! It's my fault.) If only I had been there to
protect you -- if only it had been me instead of you, I could accept
this kind of bad news from the family; this INDIRECTNESS is something
I can't stomach: it's cheap and cowardly, but what else should you
expect from the U.S. Government? "O SAY CAN YOU..." Goddamned
FASCISTS! I almost hate to say I'm an AMERICAN.

[wsduncanb]

The ZULU CAVE

Growing-up was hell for us both, Willene.



I'm always going to be sorry always
And held responsible for those scenes
From the SHINING -
Whether drug-induced
Or not, I don't know -
I acted-out in our house
On 2nd street upon you
Under those hormonal rages
I managed to suppress since

Somehow

You're still alive!

Everybody cares about that
But noone cares about this:



About what you did
And what you became



Once I went gone
Out of the picture

And could
No longer
Be blamed...



Or held responsible.
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[Aryan]

Hey Duncan,


I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for all the information you provide me. I've been reading your posts for quite some time now and I find them quite enlightening.

Only one question: Have you any idea when the world is going to end? Could you preferably give me a date. I'd hate to double book it.

[wsduncanb]

Aryan, I hope that most recent PM cleaned things up foe you.
Answer: "Yesterday, motherfucker!"

[Big Duke 6]

This is for my closest relative & dearest childhood friend:

WILLENE SUZANNE DUNCAN-BINNS, my little sister.

Suzie, you are the unlikeliest victim of this GENOCIDAL U.S.
Government funded, biologically engineered disease (created by the
U.S. ARMY at Fort Detrick, Maryland). I am angry and upset because I
know that your FATE (this calculated soft-kill murder) was meant for
me -- after-all, our destinies are tied together and the U.S. SHADOW
GOVERNMENT knows it. You just happened to be the most convenient
target; the softest and easiest choice for the F.B.I. and U.S. Secret
Service. What has happened to you amounts to a vicious provocation
and I blame those FEDERAL SECRET POLICE agencies that have sought to
surreptitiously INJECT me, and other subversives around the United
States, and world-wide, with this DEADLY VIRUS that has its origins
in the CHEMICAL BIOLOGICAL WARFARE LABORATORIES of the U.S., SOUTH
AFRICAN and ISRAELI military arsenal. Don't believe that this was by
chance; don't believe, for a split-second, that this was the result
of your carelessness -- this was calculated! and it affects me in a
most personal way! The people who did this to you (the FBICIAMAFIA
axis-of-evil) have a VENDETTA against me, and they will HARM, as they
have in the past, anyone with close emotionally ties to me. (I can't
believe how someone as DIRTY named Larry Bruce could infiltrate our
lives! You got SET-UP! It's my fault.) If only I had been there to
protect you -- if only it had been me instead of you, I could accept
this kind of bad news from the family; this INDIRECTNESS is something
I can't stomach: it's cheap and cowardly, but what else should you
expect from the U.S. Government? "O SAY CAN YOU..." Goddamned
FASCISTS! I almost hate to say I'm an AMERICAN.

So the bitch got crabs...

[wsduncanb]

The Complete Night-Mare: EN TODO!


I see it so very clearly.

I am called to take the witness stand in behalf of my defense; on behalf
of my life as it hangs in the balance in some cold, impersonal TEXAS
courtroom: The facts of my life have come 'round full-circle as the
pieces fall into place on the chronological timeline chart the
prosecutor has placed before the jury. "Born 1969 at Washington,
D.C.", he motions with the red laser pointer to a point on the board.
A device I have come to know all too well as an instrument of terror
in the right hands. The countless sleepless nights spent gazing at
that stream of light, red and threatening, from some non-descript
SUV, dark and menacing, from a parking lot below my second floor
window -- now on the ceiling of my room through the curtainless
windows; now on the wall just above my head and gone, now, with the
SUV speeding away and blaring its horn and screeching-off into the
night...



"The F.B.I. surveillance records state..." I have missed-out
on fourty-five minutes of questioning and I don't recall the answers
I am now in the process of giving. "I don't know what this trial is
for!" I scream.

Playing "This Is Your Life" would DEMONIZE me in the
eyes of ANY fucking jury.

I am growing flustered and my blood-pressure, obviously apparent to
the now biased jury, is shooting through the roof. I grow
uncontrollably agitated as the prosecution vaguely hints toward
an "abusive incestuous relationship with your sister" and wants me to
describe in every detail "the replica Nazi-era uniform in your closet
we saw in 1984." I fidget on the witness stand, my eyes erupt with a
look of intense hatred, my face is a solid stone bust of defiance now
as my words become a stream of gibberish that I can't even make sense
of: First I want to say, in my own self-defense (since I am
representing myself), that... and then say that "I never fucked my
sister" but ended-up saying that "I never worked at DACHAU!" And the
whole scene is a god-awful lynching. The jury, in a collective
acquiescence of "this son-of-a-bitch is toast", have stopped shooting
caustic gawks in my direction and can only, now, ponder if I'll
choose the firing squad over lethal-injection -- just to make a
mockery of TEXAS JUSTICE. (I am saying that they've already made up
their minds.) It dawns on me that all this is what I am here for (the
stress-and-strain): TO MELT DOWN ON ANY GIVEN WITNESS STAND!!!

[jamesy]

http://youtube.com/watch?v=gv5v2FAko8Y