I’m trying real hard to be the shepherd.

“The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men.

Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children.

And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.”

“It could mean you’re the righteous man and I’m the shepherd and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. 

I’d like that.

The truth is, you’re the weak, and I am the tyranny of evil men. But I’m trying, Ringo. I’m trying real hard to be the shepherd.”

– Jules Winnfield

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Power Line Spaghetti

Along the way to the gas station MM notices a metal post carrying electrical lines bent forward. It appears to have been struck by a car as indicated by the shape of the bent metal at the point of impact. Metaphysical Man fixes his eyes on the live power lines, which slope down towards the ground. To avoid electrocution pedestrians now need to duck down when passing. “That post could fall at any minute. Someone had better do something.” Double M’s hero instincts began to flare up. While still connected at the base the only thing that appeared to be keeping the post from collapsing were the attached wires. Metaphysical Man glances in alarm at the spool of wires attached at the hub. “Power line spaghetti.” Though Metaphysical Man is anxious to act he does nothing. A garbage man lifts the lines using a wooden beam so his partner can pass under them with the truck. Chaz takes advantage of the opportunity and the Camry speeds by the fallen post. Metaphysical Man catches a close up glimpse of the power lines. The line has been patched together in many places making it impossible to tell the original date of installation. In many places the workers didn’t even bother covering the patch with electrical tape. Double M has never seen this much exposed wire before.

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‘Daily life in Atro City’

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Here I’m swooping down to save a man and his family from a burning building.

Average Atro Citizens

Toilet bowl planter

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Just one of Atro City’s many hybrid bar / coffee houses

Wait… Isn’t that the same guy in the Pay to Pray sign?

An Atro City hipster can’t buy anything new everything has to be retro.

Flying over the docks

Atro City’s Finest

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Chapter 10

“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. – Leo Tolstoy”

“We were now three months into the project. The badgers were of tremendous help in the construction of the wall. Their experience in building strong dams was much appreciated. At first the idea of surrounding Utopia with a wall of stone was met with resistance. However after I explained to everyone that it was absolutely necessary for our protection, the mood changed. Many had even become anxious to complete the wall as soon as possible. It was around this time that an unfortunate event took place that would altar Utopia’s future forever. Now this next part of the story is a little blurry to me. I’ll do my best to relate it to you exactly as I remember it. I hope you’ll forgive me if it comes off as a bit surreal.”

Excerpt From: Chasterson, William. “Breed   The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes.” 

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“I was once a great king!”

“I once was a great king!” The preceding sentiments are those of Loki the brother of Thor and one of the Avengers’ most dangerous arch enemies. But I believe almost every one of us harbor these feelings deep down inside. We were all kings and queens once. The first couple years of our lives were nothing more than experiences of people waiting on us hand and foot. Our parents were at our mercy answering every beck and call for fear they would have to face our wrath. All was as it should have been and the only way things could be as far as we were concerned. But one day all of that changed.

When we reached the age of two it was suddenly decided that the world didn’t revolve around only us. This bitter pill was gradually forced down our throat by our once loyal servants suddenly teaching us lessons about sharing and using the words ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. Like every dictator struggling to hold on to his kingdom in the face of modern ideologies we capitulated. We made compromises and concessions until finally our once absolutely ruled kingdom was unrecognizable. The only remnant being that of a distant memory of our majestic reign. In most people even this memory is forgotten but I believe it never really goes away. It lies dormant waiting for the right catalyst to awaken this desire for greatness.

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My latest run-in with the police

I can deal with the heat. I’ve learned to live with the malaria ridden Mosquitos. I’ve grown accustomed to the giant rats, cockroaches, tarantulas and bats. I’m even learning to put up with the thieves. But the biggest challenge I’ve faced in Africa are the corrupt military/police officers. That being said I believe I just reached a milestone the other day. For those of you who aren’t already familiar with my situation I’ll recap.

I’m an African American living in Central Africa. The country is prejudiced against foreigners but if you’re American you have nothing to worry about. They love Americans. Problem is to them I’m not an American. I’m just another African foreigner who has no rights under the law. In their prejudiced eyes I’m here only to exploit the country or commit crimes. 

I’ve been here now for a year and a half. The first time I was stopped by the police the man declared, “Hey you! I need money to fill my gas tank. Look! I’m almost on empty.” When I replied that I didn’t have any money he said, “Get in! You’re going to jail!” He then swung open the back door of the car. I kid you not. There wasn’t even a hint of subtlety in the extortion attempt. I escaped arrest when my friend paid a bribe to have me let go. That was over a year ago. Since then, as mentioned I’ve been settling into my environment although still avoiding when possible the police.

They were getting out of hand with the bribes so about six months ago the president issued a warning to the military about hassling Americans. In America I didn’t worry about walking around without ID. I was raised with certain un alienable rights which I most like others took for granted. Now I walk with a color laminated copy of my passport in one pocket and the original in the other. I offer the copy first. If the situation escalates and they require it I’ll produce the original after having contacted as many locals as possible.

Now let’s fast forward to the milestone I reached the other day. I was in an upholstery shop collecting some leather from a sofa they were about to throw out. The police pulled up in an unmarked car so at first I didn’t realize who it was. The driver honked his horn and waved for me to come over. I figured they thought I was a worker in the store so I called out that I didn’t work there. They just honked the horn again and impatiently waved me over. As I got closer I could see black knee pads and military fatigues. That’s when I realized I was in trouble. My reaction however turned out to be a lot different than my other encounters with the police. 

“We’re thirsty. Can you help us out to buy some Fanta?”

I know how these guys work. They start with a favor but end by asking for documents and placing on handcuffs.

“I’m an American,” I said with a strong American accent.

“Fanta!” he repeated.

“I’m from the United States of America,” I said while pulling out the laminated copy of my passport. I then spoke in the national language. 

“What? You don’t respect the order of His Excellence about Americans?”  

That did the trick. I could tell them I’m an American until I was blue in the face. “Americans don’t rule here,” they would say. Ah but the threat of disrespecting His Excellence is a charge they couldn’t risk being accused of. They took off pretty quick after that.

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