Commitment - Predatory Ethics: Book II by Athanasios Read Free Book Online Page B

principal roles, and that made them more menacing than Malcolm and the boys ever were.
    Classic Monty Python skits from And Now For Something Completely Different of Hell’s Grannies, Ken Ewing, and the Lumberjack were all arranged in a cluster. The grannies were little girls but with severed phalluses shoved into every orifice, who threatened quaking little boys that didn’t pretend their grimaces of terror. Ken Ewing’s twin stood atop a box of mice armed with hammers and a leering glee in his eyes I shuddered to imagine what it took for Xar-eel to bring out. A taller, thinner Michael Palin stood in front of a chorus of lumberjacks dressed in tutus and Kodiak boots, each decapitated but holding their heads in the crook of their arms.
    John Water’s gross-fest film, Pink Flamingoes was lampooned with a bearded Divine eating dog shit by the handfuls in front of her emaciated, starving children. Beside it a blonde Linda Lovelace, from the porn classic Deep Throat , was fellating Harry Reems with his penis protruding past the back of her head.
    In another cluster of scenes, Xar-eel transformed the animated Fat Albert gang into real life, showing Fat Albert with Rudy, Mushmouth, and Mudfoot fellating each other in an orgiastic circle jerk. Beside them, a fat Richie Cunningham from Happy Days was buggering his hero Fonzie who was slicing Potsie’s throat with straight razor. Their best pal Ralph Mouth fucked Ritchie’s little sister Joannie while Mr. Cunningham ejaculated on diner owner Arnold’s face.
    Behind them the Partridge Family’s manager, Mr. Kinkaid, bludgeoned that smart-ass Danny while ogling mother Shirley who was munching and in turn was being munched by daughter Laurie in an inventive sixty-nine. The until now heartthrob Keith had the also-rans in the family with group brother Chris blowing him while little sister licked his asshole, i.e., tossed his salad.
    The parade of body parts and contrived scenes was loathsome, obscene, and stretched my/our sanity. It wasn’t only because all were dead, but most had obviously died in terrible pain and awful terror, their mouths contorted in grimaced agony. What created it all was far above and beyond loathsome or obscene. Obscenity and such adjectives differed from one culture to the next or one person to another, but this obscenity was not of this world. It existed and was created, to torment and to trouble.
    Adam knew even without my constant admonitions about this being my/our fault I could never lead these alien things. It was all Adam could do to not obliterate the fiend like another such creature, the fat businessman, when Adam was a year old. He/I shuddered in uncomfortable pleasure at the memory of that retribution. The Darkness within me/us could do it again in a single thought, obliterating Xar-eel from existence and memory, but that wouldn’t undo anything. I/He didn’t know what to do to stop all this.
    The months of trial, jail, asylums, and present incarceration at Danvers State Hospital were a blur after that day of discovery following the collision that came less than a year before.
    Adam was now in a nice padded room and snug in a long sleeved, buckled jacket. It had taken some time to be in such comfort, but I was past much of his troubles including a few misguided attempts at suicide. He was now peacefully watching television. Not much was new on the tube since he was put there, but I/He watched everything anyway. I watched a few episodes of The Waltons but couldn’t take their love for one another. Family was something I couldn’t relate to. It was too painful. M.A.S.H. on the other hand was a miracle. It was the perfect cerebral fodder that kept Adam from our emotions, or so our doctor and superintendent told us. Those two were a pair; what a sight.
    Dr. Mary Megin was taller than Adam by about a good six inches while her boss Dr. Helen Gallagher was close to a foot shorter than him. When they walked down the halls it was like the number one