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proximoception) wrote2015-07-22 12:41 pm
proximoception) wrote2015-07-22 12:41 pm
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Hey guys! I have the best plan to make money!
I'm mayor of a town built on exploiting illegals, and in my spare time I rape female family members because of Sicily or LSD or Carcosa or something. You're one or more Russian mobsters I know. Let's have my son throw sex parties, then have my city manager invite politicians and industrialists from all over the state and secretly film them having sex with foreign prostitutes (the ones you've provided over the years) who have had plastic surgery done on them by my psychiatrist friend from back in our cultist days. We'll then extort our way into this rail corridor scheme connecting California's largest cities so that it goes through our town and also through a bunch of land we've bought up through dummy corporations, so that we can find ways to slow down production and suck up lots of guaranteed federal overages. Your person in charge of actual organized crime in our town looks and sounds like Vince Vaughn, as you know, so let's get rid of him by promising him a piece of the real estate, convincing him to hand his cash in a suitcase to the manager, then murdering the manager. He'll be impoverished and probably have his turf quickly whittled down by other criminal elements in town, especially if we murder some main guy of his.
You're probably full of questions at this point, though, such as why we don't just kill the Vince Vaughn guy since we are now the kinds of people who murder allies for money. You also may be wondering how we'll cover up these various crimes and chicaneries. It's all very simple:
We're in tight with a high-up state investigator dude who wants to run for governor. He wants to be seen as being tougher on crime than the existing governor, while we need our own corruption to not be properly investigated. So we'll concoct what benefits both of us: we'll create a trail of evidence that leads to a Latino meth lab, arm the drug dealers with machine guns, rig the lab to blow up, send a bunch of ill-prepared cops over, tip the dealers off that the cops are coming, and hope for a gigantic, basically unprecedented massacre that we can exacerbate with our explosion. Everyone will think there was a bunch more evidence implicating the ethnical drug bad guys in the destroyed lab - we'll plant some, too - and figure the manager owed them money. They'll also think foreign elements are to blame and vote for a tougher-on-crime guy. No one can sell us out because they'll all be dead, and with luck so will all of the cops assigned to investigate this stuff, just in case any of them learn something real.
We'll try to make sure all those cops are owned by us, too. In my town there's one guy who's so corrupt that he works as much for the crime boss guy as he does for us. He'll be especially helpful because any stones that get turned over here will implicate him along with us. We need to ultimately blame all this on the existing governor (or something) so we'll move the crime scene over to the highway, and in another jurisdiction, so it's not us that are first on the scene (we have a bad reputation). Whoever the highway patrol or local people are who show up we'll have to find dirt on. The state investigator guy will help us, and all his inferiors who want to actually unearth corruption will jump on this case with glee as the way to finally bring us all down. The massacre will look like such a huge fuckup on their part that they'll have to leave us alone forever. We can also make it so the massacre's right by a big transportation protest by the immigrants we exploit so that a bunch of them get shot up and become too scared for further organizing.
Since the cop we own also works for the Vaughn guy we can simultaneously get both the state investigators and him thrown off our scent by getting one of Vaughn's disgruntled pimps to introduce him to one of the prostitutes who'd earlier worked at a sex party, so she could give him the address of the secret house of the manager's where the blackmail camera setup was. Vaughn will send our cop there to look for the money, where we'll wait for him to discover the setup stuff then have someone in an animal mask shoot him unconscious with a riot gun and take the camera and hard drive away. The loud gunshot will get the police called, and our cop will just sensibly say a confidential informant told him about the residence, which police are apparently allowed to just break right into in California. They'll all think one of the blackmailees did it, and since among those blackmailees there are so many powerful and connected people any investigation of the sex parties that might trace anything to us will get stymied.
So long as we don't pick any detectives who have hit bottom thus don't care if they're taken down, have anti-rape agendas driven by their personal pasts (because we've been kidnapping and killing girls possibly - it's just our thing), have contacts among gay or straight sex workers for whatever reason, or have amazing massacre-surviving skills because of combat experience in foreign lands we're GOOD TO GO.
Don't worry about the locations where we torture (just another thing we do) and kill people like the manager, too, as they're up the coast near where we had that sex cult in the '80s that connects me to the dead man and his psychiatrist, who's the one I mentioned before who performs plastic surgery on all these women we've been sex trafficking and using to blackmail extremely rich and/or highly-placed men who will all be very curious about the tapes we've telegraphed to them that we now still possess while simultaneously making it known that they're all potential murder suspects in what we've turned into the most famous criminal case in American history what with the cop/dealer/citizen massacre. Don't worry, people like that are not capable of doing anything unpredictable in the face of this threat. And we didn't clean up those blood-splattered, restraint-littered sites because whatever. It's not like the California coast is thickly populated or well-patrolled. Did I mention I'm on drugs all day?
Though don't get all chuckly and smug around Vaughn even if flushing him is the most fun part of all this. That's something that could bring us down.
And for God's sake do.
Not.
Be.
Louche.
I'm mayor of a town built on exploiting illegals, and in my spare time I rape female family members because of Sicily or LSD or Carcosa or something. You're one or more Russian mobsters I know. Let's have my son throw sex parties, then have my city manager invite politicians and industrialists from all over the state and secretly film them having sex with foreign prostitutes (the ones you've provided over the years) who have had plastic surgery done on them by my psychiatrist friend from back in our cultist days. We'll then extort our way into this rail corridor scheme connecting California's largest cities so that it goes through our town and also through a bunch of land we've bought up through dummy corporations, so that we can find ways to slow down production and suck up lots of guaranteed federal overages. Your person in charge of actual organized crime in our town looks and sounds like Vince Vaughn, as you know, so let's get rid of him by promising him a piece of the real estate, convincing him to hand his cash in a suitcase to the manager, then murdering the manager. He'll be impoverished and probably have his turf quickly whittled down by other criminal elements in town, especially if we murder some main guy of his.
You're probably full of questions at this point, though, such as why we don't just kill the Vince Vaughn guy since we are now the kinds of people who murder allies for money. You also may be wondering how we'll cover up these various crimes and chicaneries. It's all very simple:
We're in tight with a high-up state investigator dude who wants to run for governor. He wants to be seen as being tougher on crime than the existing governor, while we need our own corruption to not be properly investigated. So we'll concoct what benefits both of us: we'll create a trail of evidence that leads to a Latino meth lab, arm the drug dealers with machine guns, rig the lab to blow up, send a bunch of ill-prepared cops over, tip the dealers off that the cops are coming, and hope for a gigantic, basically unprecedented massacre that we can exacerbate with our explosion. Everyone will think there was a bunch more evidence implicating the ethnical drug bad guys in the destroyed lab - we'll plant some, too - and figure the manager owed them money. They'll also think foreign elements are to blame and vote for a tougher-on-crime guy. No one can sell us out because they'll all be dead, and with luck so will all of the cops assigned to investigate this stuff, just in case any of them learn something real.
We'll try to make sure all those cops are owned by us, too. In my town there's one guy who's so corrupt that he works as much for the crime boss guy as he does for us. He'll be especially helpful because any stones that get turned over here will implicate him along with us. We need to ultimately blame all this on the existing governor (or something) so we'll move the crime scene over to the highway, and in another jurisdiction, so it's not us that are first on the scene (we have a bad reputation). Whoever the highway patrol or local people are who show up we'll have to find dirt on. The state investigator guy will help us, and all his inferiors who want to actually unearth corruption will jump on this case with glee as the way to finally bring us all down. The massacre will look like such a huge fuckup on their part that they'll have to leave us alone forever. We can also make it so the massacre's right by a big transportation protest by the immigrants we exploit so that a bunch of them get shot up and become too scared for further organizing.
Since the cop we own also works for the Vaughn guy we can simultaneously get both the state investigators and him thrown off our scent by getting one of Vaughn's disgruntled pimps to introduce him to one of the prostitutes who'd earlier worked at a sex party, so she could give him the address of the secret house of the manager's where the blackmail camera setup was. Vaughn will send our cop there to look for the money, where we'll wait for him to discover the setup stuff then have someone in an animal mask shoot him unconscious with a riot gun and take the camera and hard drive away. The loud gunshot will get the police called, and our cop will just sensibly say a confidential informant told him about the residence, which police are apparently allowed to just break right into in California. They'll all think one of the blackmailees did it, and since among those blackmailees there are so many powerful and connected people any investigation of the sex parties that might trace anything to us will get stymied.
So long as we don't pick any detectives who have hit bottom thus don't care if they're taken down, have anti-rape agendas driven by their personal pasts (because we've been kidnapping and killing girls possibly - it's just our thing), have contacts among gay or straight sex workers for whatever reason, or have amazing massacre-surviving skills because of combat experience in foreign lands we're GOOD TO GO.
Don't worry about the locations where we torture (just another thing we do) and kill people like the manager, too, as they're up the coast near where we had that sex cult in the '80s that connects me to the dead man and his psychiatrist, who's the one I mentioned before who performs plastic surgery on all these women we've been sex trafficking and using to blackmail extremely rich and/or highly-placed men who will all be very curious about the tapes we've telegraphed to them that we now still possess while simultaneously making it known that they're all potential murder suspects in what we've turned into the most famous criminal case in American history what with the cop/dealer/citizen massacre. Don't worry, people like that are not capable of doing anything unpredictable in the face of this threat. And we didn't clean up those blood-splattered, restraint-littered sites because whatever. It's not like the California coast is thickly populated or well-patrolled. Did I mention I'm on drugs all day?
Though don't get all chuckly and smug around Vaughn even if flushing him is the most fun part of all this. That's something that could bring us down.
And for God's sake do.
Not.
Be.
Louche.
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After this week's "you coulda been a scraping" (paraphrase) I decided I can't stop watching now. This is historic levels of awful.
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You'd think they were laked out?