Woke up from a nice, 10am-2pm nap to find he still hasn't been caught. Meh. Unafraid.
Here's some stuff I've posted on FB:
If we can endure this, what else could ever possibly scare us enough to convince us to sacrifice even one single civil liberty for the sake of feeling more secure? Nothing. #silverlinings
It would be kind of nice, though, if we didn't have to endure it for so long. He'll be caught by the summer, right? I was hoping to go sunbathing this year, if I can get in shape enough to go shirtless and not make people gag. Might even take a dip in the ocean, great white sharks be damned. What is a mere great white, compared to this Chechen supervillain?
I had stayed up all night and was long overdue for that nightly DMT trip called sleep, and four hours later I wake up and Rambo Bin Laden is still at large. Are you fucking kidding me? Look, it would be no new concession to police-state power for this nihilistic piece of shit to be tracked using umpteen of the countless different intelligence satellites orbiting the earth which can see our individual pores and our heat signatures and whatever else. So, why the fuck wasn't he tracked so, beginning 16 hours ago? What fucking use is the NSA or NRO or any other alphabet with a satellite, if it can't clandestinely track this scumbag and instead he continually slips through the most intensive law enforcement manhunt ever? Anyway, glad I got my beauty sleep. Fuck you, fear.
[Satellites are not magic, etc.]
But let's be real. What you and I know about how many satellites there are and what satellites are capable of doing is both obsolete and a fraction of what the deal really is. Even so, the heavens are teeming with them, dedicated to providing intel for exactly such a situation, and are equipped with technology that I and not even you could probably not imagine.
Just chatted with an upstairs neighbor. The other night, Tuesday night, trash night, in the course of tapping furiously on my tablet in between frantically peeking out the blinds at the slightest sound, I hear a car pull up in a spot no one who ever visits here would park. I see a dude jump out the passenger door, and the car immediately bang a U-ie on the narrow dirt road, and the dude walks swiftly toward the stairs leading to the neighbor's door, and I hear the neighbor who's outside smoking say something to him, and I figure he's her son, but then he goes a step past those stairs and up the driveway leading to my door, and in a single instant I fly to that door, grab a baseball bat on the way, and prepare to meet a stranger with bad intentions. When I get outside, though, and walk down the driveway and out into the narrow dirt road, dude is nowhere to be found. Given the paranoia coursing through my veins in general and especially after Monday, I figured it must've been nothing, that it was just her son, and he entered her door just as I was barreling outside. But today, without any prompting, my neighbor described a night when a dark black fancy car pulled into the street, parked weird, a young white guy with a seemingly localish accent popped out, started walking, she asked him who he was, because thank god she's just as paranoid as I am I guess, and he waved his hands apologetically and said he didn't mean to scare her, but he kept walking, which unnerved her, so she herself booked it inside and upstairs. She described the car to me, and the dude. Among the details, he seemed in his early-mid 20's, like I said localish, but the car was fancy, black and fabulous, magnificent rims. She may or may not have got the license. I can't remember. Anyway, wasn't her son, obviously. Might have been a drug dealer who got lost. Might have been an agent trying to set me up or worse. Might have been an agent coming to visit me for my sage intuitive advice or for information about my premonition. I have no fucking clue. But just in case, for future reference, my name is Paul Chandler. And I'm book-smart, and I'm street-smart, and I am unafraid.
p.s. Folks, speak for yourself. This is not even remotely fucking close to being as bad as 9/11.