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February Sucks - Jim's had Enough

... small hand towel as Marc opened the door and rushed out, shouting to the crowd to 'Get the fuck off my property.'

"GUN!!", came the call.

"Take the shot. Remember, we want him alive!"

By this time, the HRT agents were about ten yards away and the first round from the 308 caliber sniper rifle took out Marc's right shoulder, shattered it, and caused him to drop the gun. The first four plastic riot rounds struck the now-prone asshole (didn't realize that was his name, did you? Not like he hadn't been called that before. Sorry.) One hit him in the abdomen, one in the left upper body, and the last two in his right knee. Well, it used to be his right knee. Now it was a mass of cartilage, bone, and useless muscle tissue. The screams and wailing brought several people out onto the porch, not the least of whom was Linda clad only in her stockings, garter belt, one blue 3 1/2 high heel, and her towel, just as the FBI arrived on the porch. Linda, covered, LITERALLY, in cum, pussy juice, and shit, screamed and fell to her knees, dropping her towel and covering Marc with her body.

Jim was not all that close to the action, but close enough to see his 'wife' throwing away their marriage. He screamed "LINDA!!" and sagged to his knees. Linda managed to tear her eyes from her stud muffin as FBI agents and EMTs pulled her off him and locked onto the beaten and defeated man scant yards away. She freaked. No other way to describe it. She lost it. She screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ...

... HERE?? YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!!"

Sadly, he stared at her.

"Neither are you, bitch." He rose and turned, walking back towards LW and the silent crowd, a broken man. As he neared them, he started to convulse. Now, fortunately, or UN-fortunately, depending on who you're rooting for, ALL this was captured on body cameras, and news cameras, and was simultaneously going out live on National T.V. Among those seeing it all, in living color and 'stereo-phonic sound', as they say, were Linda's parents.

The judge was trying to arrange a lawyer for his daughter to 'take that son-of-a-bitch (Jim) to the cleaners' with a divorce. Now, he sat, stunned, seeing his daughter demeaning herself in public, even with having the 'naughty parts' blurred out by the network censors.

(Oh, come on, are you kidding me?).

He dropped the phone as his wife, a screaming shrew, threw glasses and nick-knacks at the plasma screen T.V. His life slowly slipped away. He would lose the next election, due to his supporting his 'whoring, home-wrecking daughter'. He was a broken man.

As Jim reached his support, Ginny Lewandowski stared at him and slowly lowered her microphone, holding her hand up to her cameraman, covering the lens. She was too decent a person to intrude. Jim approached LW, Joe, and Claire. As he got here, LW moved aside to let him pass, and Claire raised her hand.

O.K., so I'm a softie. Sue me.

Karma sniffed (Very uncharacteristic of her) and metaphysically reached out her ...