Flip A Bird For Immediate And Fulfilling Justice

Judge. Jury. Executioner. That’s why the ‘bird’ is perfect. It gives us the power to be all three — and it feels so great. It’s the perfect pick-me-up to dealing with the shitty people we encounter during our day.

Think about it. When a flip takes place, we’ve decided there was a crime, who did it, and then punished them for it. It’s immediate. Nice.

Flipping the bird out a car door

Make no mistake, this simple act is not just scaled-down DIY justice, it mimics a violent action. When the longest digit is extended and thrust upwards, it represents the motion of a knife being jabbed into an enemy. The blade is held by a violent ancestor who lives inside us. It’s The Beast’s Law, a simple eye-for-eye response to stab an offender in the gut, quick-smart.

Criminal Law is so unsatisfying. It’s painfully slow. Eye-for-eye payback is dulled down to financial remuneration or jail time. It takes months, sometimes years to get it. Unless it’s a life or death situation, there’s never a time when snappy, instinctual justice between two people is permitted. Even when that happens, Law decides what life and death are. The wrong person could go to jail if its outcome goes the wrong way.

Finger flipping is immediate but totally harmless. Thank God. A finger won’t draw blood, but the anger that raised it is real. The intention to jab it into flesh is pre-programmed into our DNA. Make no mistake, something dark drives that finger. Evil is inside us. Yes, it is.

So the next time you flip, give a thought to the passion behind your finger gesture, its ancient origin and the necessity for Criminal Law to keep real knives out of our hands and away from the prehistoric creature that dwells deep inside all of us.

If finger flipping isn’t satisfying justice for the kind of crime you frequently encounter, there’s always SEETHINGS to see how far that inner darkness goes.

 -Michael Forman (Author)

Five women’s bodies are discovered after the nights of thunderstorms. Their spouses are suspected of the crimes, but it becomes clear that someone else is responsible. There’s no blood and few clues. A storm photographer who specializes in taking pictures of lightning may be the only witness.


How To Hide A Body Properly

It has to be asked. You’ve wondered about this too, right? Don’t be afraid. You’re among friends here. When I was starting out, resources were few and far between. No one showed anything to me. I had to teach myself and make it up as I went along. So, without prejudice, let me tell you the things I learned on the way to becoming a successful serial killer.

Basically, I’m lazy. It’s a character flaw. I’ve never wanted to dig a hole. In the early days, I’d always take the easy way out and find a ditch or a drain. I was so naïve. It kinda makes me laugh today. I was so foolish. I could’ve been caught. Fortunately, luck was with me. Rain fell sometime between the moment I dumped a body and when it was found. I didn’t plan it that way, it just happened. Any evidence I may have left on a body was conveniently washed away. I learned how to improve my ways by refining the process and using the weather to assist my cause.

There are other ways to dispose of bodies, but many of them require effort. Some are simply bad for the environment. This brings me to my way.

There is another way. My way. It comes down to two primary things: 1) Location and 2) Timing. There is a third, but I’ll come back to that.

In the USA, there are 92 people per square mile. That’s 184 eyes looking around that mile at any one time. It’s almost impossible to do anything without someone knowing or photographing it. Get it wrong and it’s all over.

My killing ground has a much lower population density. There’s just 1 person in that same square mile. As a result of this wonderful statistic, I don’t do much with the bodies. I leave them where they fall and let nature do the rest. It works fine. In ten years, I’ve not been caught, and it’s an environmentally friendly practice… but I still choose my times and places for kills very carefully.

The summers are stiflingly hot and humid in my home town of Brisbane. A body that’s open to the climate decomposes fast. If I pick the right night to commit a murder, say, before a drenching thunderstorm, I find that it sorts out most of the evidence immediately. Once the washing is done, all that’s left to finish off the job is some time under a scorching sun. Assuming the body isn’t found at all, it then dissolves into the landscape quick.

And then there are the victims I choose. I go for strangers. They’re nothing to me. They have no historical associations with anything I do or have done. We cross paths one time and that’s it. There aren’t any chain of links to follow, not any that would be obvious anyway.

The Bikeway-Rapist gave me the right idea. He got away with his folly for a long time. Police had no clue who was doing those woman. He made it simple by keeping them random.

But he did two things wrong. He did it in daylight and then he let his victims live. Sure, it’s fine to help yourself to dessert, but it’s important to not get caught eating it! The one set of eyes in that square mile that saw everything remained alive. All it took was someone’s great memory and a good description to change the game for our bikeway rapist.

The moral of this story is: Don’t worry about how to hide a body, look at the kill location and choose the right victim.

Pure Evil and Kindness

Kill strangers in desolate places and let them drop just before the rain falls. -A

“Forman’s writing style is artful, with the protagonist Mitchell’s warped thought processes masterfully exposed. The author has a powerful and vivid command of language and his word pictures are stark and disturbingly real.”

– Linda J Bettenay, author of ‘Secrets Mothers Keep’ and ‘Wishes For Starlight’.