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Early Summer Vacation to Sunday, July 1, 2007
One of my strong regrets about the way things had unfolded was that I'd never gotten a chance to destroy our neighbor's church. The Galloping Ninnies had said many terrible things about us and I'd been particularly angry at what they'd said after Ava had been shot, but teaching them a lesson hadn't seemed doable before I got rid of the UAV, and since then I'd been too busy decimating the Air Force and exerting as much pressure on the politicians as I could. But after the President's capitulation, there were far fewer constraints on my actions, which didn't bode well for the Ninnies.
For the first few days after the capitulation, there was too much going on for the Ninnies to get a word in edgewise, but when that settled down and the media had run out of real news, it started giving various church groups a platform to state their opinions about recent events. The Ninnies used their geographic proximity to the angel as a way of getting themselves far more media prominence than they otherwise would have received, and they used it to stridently denounce the behavior of the Andersons in general, and me in specific.
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[I'll give you a little background about the Ninnies, although I didn't find most of this out quite yet.
They have a thing about beautiful scenery. They pitch it as being a religious issue, but it's clearly nothing to do with Christianity and everything to do with manipulating people by using our innate enjoyment of natural beauty. As one example of their using nature, the Ninnies have built a couple dozen outdoor meditation areas around their property in its most picturesque spots. The open-sided constructions range from 1- to 50-people capacities, and they're very important to the Ninnies. By arranging for people to feel the beauty of nature in a church setting they're gaining credibility by arrogation, and they use that credibility to gain control. They do exactly the same thing with the "inspired, infallible, inerrant, and authoritative word of God," by claiming credibility in telling people what it means, and how they should behave, because everyone else is too "sinful, depraved, and unfit for God's favor." Once their flock buys into those claims of credibility, they're turning themselves into sheeple. It's such an obvious control game that I didn't even need Vanessa to explain it to me.
A couple of years ago, the Ninnies had tried very hard to get permission to buy Chip Ross Park, and had been laughed at for it. They'd had plans drawn up and pictures made showing how beautiful the final result would be, had reports written about how several thousands of people could benefit every week from the new facilities, etc. All they'd done was waste money and get themselves laughed at again. The Corvallis city council had officially told them, "We are NEVER going to permit private ownership of Chip Ross Park!"
Having visualized how incredibly wonderful it would've been to have their church on top of the beautiful hill overlooking all of Corvallis, the Ninnies were forced to lower their sights way down, and buy the land at the eastern foot of the hill. Theirs is a pretty spot but vastly less so than the top of the hill, and I'm sure the top of the hill had a major ego appeal too.
Then about the time their church's construction was finishing, the city happily agreed that the Andersons could own Chip Ross Park and a large chunk of additional land to the west. We'd built our private home on it, to the benefit of less than a dozen people. The Ninnies were righteously angry and extremely ill-disposed toward us. There might've been some hurt egos involved in that too.
Right from Archangel Michael's first appearance in LA, the Ninnies had hated almost every word that'd come out of his mouth, and they hadn't been too fond of how he looked when he stood silently either. The Ninnies consider themselves to be good Christians - in other words, they knew they were right and everyone else was wrong - so Archangel Michael really got their backs up; and his front REALLY got their backs up. And then he'd chosen to resurrect an ANDERSON!
And then to make matters even WORSE, the local government had almost immediately cordoned off the Anderson's property with a radius that stopped the Ninnies getting to their OWN church on their OWN land! That they'd bought FIRST! The Galloping Ninnies had been righteously pissed - and no one can do "righteously pissed" as much as devout Christians can.
They still were.
Since the resurrection the Ninnies had done some research - gossiping really - and their anti-me comments on TV were full of carefully chosen details about my life, especially about my sex-life because that particularly irritated them and proved that I was evil.]
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They were making personal attack after personal attack and I was getting more than a little pissed off about it. We were all watching quite a lot of TV these days - you do that when your life might depend on spotting something developing - so we heard many of the Ninnies' slurs.
Over dinner one evening, after yet another nasty comment by the church's main spokesman, I said, "I'd thought about flattening their church after they said they regretted the sniper that hit Ava hadn't been a better shot, but a good opportunity never came up. I'm starting to think I should make an opportunity."
Vanessa said, "It would be a good idea to remind people that the Guardian Angel is still on the job, but remember that these people don't have any real power so there's no need to be harsh on them."
The next Sunday afternoon (July 1st, a week after Sophia's wedding) was a very nice day, so several of my lovelies and I were lying around the Kids' Pool catching the rays. They were in their Australian bikinis and I was in Heaven.
And the Galloping Ninnies were in a lather. After a prayer-and-placard-painting session at their church - the State of Emergency and cordon were gone by now - a very large group of them marched en masse around to the front of our property to loudly and annoyingly protest. I had no idea what they thought the point of the protest was, as even they couldn't be so stupid to think that it might cause God to take my resurrection back. But what their protest lacked in having a point, it made up for in being loud and annoying. There were probably over a thousand of them (their church can hold up to five thousand idiots at a time), and they were VERY loud. It was an ideal opportunity.
I got up and put some pants on [soon after moving here I'd made the mistake of telling Julia, "I'd rather go naked than wear a G-string swimsuit." Julia had agreed, so when the girls "go Australian", my clothes just "go"]. I told the girls, "That's a mob of Galloping Ninnies." I saw that name confused the non-family girls who were with us, so I added, "That's my name for people from The Church of The Horsemen of Christ. There are a couple of TV cameras with them and they've obviously gone to some trouble to arrange a big event..."
"How can you tell there are cameras?" asked Pat.
"I've had enough experience with mobs to be able to tell from the sound when they're performing for cameras. I think I'll wander down to the gates to see what my appearance inspires their preacher to say. You'd better stay here because it might get ugly if the angel thinks it has to intervene."
"Goody," said Julia jumping to her feet to join me. "That loudmouth is begging for a good dose of ugly."
Several of the other girls wanted to come too, but Pat said, "If there are cameras I'd better stay here because I don't want Mom and Dad to get worried. Is that okay, Mark?"
"Of course it is, especially because I'd prefer ALL of you to stay here."
#5:
One girl who hadn't been bothering to wear the top half of her Australian bikini was just standing waiting for the others, without putting any clothes on, so I told her, "You're going to have to cover up, Donna."
"They can't control how I dress in my own home."
"True, but if we have a confrontation with them we want it to look like it was entirely their fault. If you go down undressed like that you'll be deliberately annoying them, and people could use that to blame us for whatever happens afterward."
"Darn! You take all the fun out of teasing them."
"Sorry about that. Perhaps we should rent a football stadium and sell tickets to the thousands of guys who'd appreciate staring at your sexy body."
"Haha. No, I wanted to deliberately annoy this lot, like you said. I'll put a shirt on."
"Thanks, sweetie."
Donna did that and we walked down the path toward the gate.
#12:
#11:
There looked to be about a thousand people around our gates and down the street. Apart from the small gap they'd left around their boss and the news team, they were mostly packed fairly tightly, making it conveniently easy for me to fence them in. The guard closest to where I was standing was looking at the gate, so I closed my eyes to create a second sight blob. Proximity would tell me if our nearby guard started turning around to look at me. (From about now on, when I'll write "sight blob" I'll usually mean "radio blob". In our internal conversations we'd initially been very careful about the nomenclature, but we got lazy and I want to write the same words we used at the time. We preferred saying "sight blob" since it seemed a more descriptive term. Unless there was a need not to, we usually used radio blobs to see with just on the chance they detected something we should know about, but this time we were actually using non-radio sensing sight blobs because we wanted very clear vision, without strange color shifts to it.)
The crowd had just started reacting to the Guardian Angel's appearance, with a few of the people on the outside just starting to run away. Judging by the crowd's shock, it hadn't occurred to any of them that standing outside my gates and yelling death threats into my face might result in the creature assigned to protect me making an appearance. These were obviously very devout Christians.
The next several minutes of picking up people and stripping them were so similar to what I'd done to the last mob - even in the number of people involved - that I won't bother going into any details except for noting a few variations.
I didn't club anyone, mainly because this crowd had only stood outside our gates and ranted nastily whereas the previous mob had been intent on storming our property and doing God knows what once they were inside. It was easy enough to hold this bunch in an NP-fenced area, with sections of the 'fence' actively bulldozing them off their feet every time a group of them were standing. If someone did manage to get past the fence, I'd pick him up and make him the next person I processed.
The news-crew was inside the invisible corral. My first action was to pick up the cameraman and move him outside the area so he could film the event better. While he was recovering from that experience I picked up the reasonably good looking and momentarily well dressed female reporter, held her facing the camera, and stripped her. Her screams alerted every cameraman and saber-toothed tiger in the area. By the time she was processed, which took only a few seconds, the cameraman was already being the consummate professional, albeit with a rapidly developing erection, but that's beside the point.
The cameraman got some very graphic shots, which he visibly enjoyed. The reporter was responsible for making the demonstration louder and more annoying than it would've been without her, so she was now truly creating the news, just like she'd wanted. Maybe not "just like", but she'd wanted a riot and now she had one, not to split hairs - because spreading her legs had done that already.
When I put her down outside the invisible corral, she covered herself as best she could and ran screaming behind the cameraman, who kept the camera on her until she was close enough to make him regret it. After hitting him, she started demanding either his shirt or the tape - I couldn't tell which - but it didn't much matter as I picked her up and held her between the cameraman and the corral, facing him with her arms stretched apart. I held her in that position while I got on with processing everyone else.
I'd already remembered that knives were useful for removing some clothes. Not having any skinheads to take knives from, I'd borrowed a couple of suitable blades from the staff's kitchen.
I didn't remove the idiots' jewelry, watches or fool around with any of the minutiae this time. Not even shoes unless I needed to do so to get their clothes off. I stripped them naked and burned everything burnable on the bonfire I created on top of the tongue. I made a pile of newly created junk out of everything else, mainly crushed cellphones and keys. I did the behind-the-fire wallet and purse accumulation, of course. The guard nearest us could see that happening and was happily amused.
After stripping each person, I placed them on the ground on the outside of the corral and let them go. They'd go running and screaming down the street to get away from the horror. They ran different distances. My first victims were the most terrified so they ran a long way, but later victims had seen that nothing else seemed to happen to anyone who was released so they'd cover themselves with their hands and scuttle away with acute embarrassment rather than terror. Christians may think God created mankind in His image, but they sure don't want that image to be seen by anyone. The logic of their being ashamed rather than proud of God's image escapes me, just like all the rest of their 'logic'. (Actually it doesn't: many people are Christians because they're insecure, especially the members of authoritarian churches. Being exposed horrifies insecure people.)
Some of the processed people didn't go far at all, waiting a few yards away until their family had regrouped, then they moved off together. When I could see that a group, such as a family, were together, I processed them at the same time because Mom has raised me to be considerate. Some of the Ninny wives weren't as considerate as my mom tends to be; not when they noticed that their husbands had erections from all the scenery. Once the initial terror was over and a routine established, quite a few guys had that problem: an angry wife.
My processed victims couldn't walk back to their homes through Corvallis naked, and quite a few of them would've lived too far away as the Ninnies' church has a large catchment area for its 'drips', so when a large enough group had accumulated that they felt they had safety in numbers, they headed cross-country around our outer wall back to their church. Where - and this is just my thirty two opinions - they probably should've stayed in the first place.
A police car and an ambulance arrived at the same time. The paramedics would have difficulty getting though the mob to the de-tongued preacher, so I picked the asshole up, moved him over the top of the mob and placed him beside the back doors of the ambulance. I didn't strip him, figuring he'd probably been punished enough. The paramedics got to work.
The cops got out of their car and were surrounded by naked people pointing at the Guardian Angel demanding the cops stop it, but the cops didn't even bother drawing their weapons. One of them got on the radio while the other moved toward the as yet unprocessed people. Halfway there I stopped him with a firm 'hand' on his chest, then increased the pressure until he had to take a step backward. I gave him a couple more backward nudges until he got the idea and returned to his car. It was hard to imagine he hadn't heard about the last time this had happened, so he'd know there was nothing he could do other than wait to let it play out. I got back to my stripping operation.
It takes several minutes to strip so many people; time enough for the ambulance to leave with the tongueless moron, and for more cops and more just-in-case ambulances to arrive. The new cops handed out their cars' blankets, and then they joined the existing cops in doing nothing. If they walked toward the clothed people, I politely but firmly pushed them back toward their cars.
The only remaining point worth noting, were two points that were VERY worth noting. When I'd processed about two-thirds of the mob the following happened.
#14:
All of my minds could see what the sight blob could see, but #14 had been stripping that girl so he noticed her charms first.
The rest of us didn't take long, #All:
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#14:
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#14:
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