Tuesday, 14 May 2013

''The Unthinkable'', starring ARIEL CASTRO


After our talk on ‘’American evil’’ yesterday, I needed to take some time off to digest what Ariel Castro the Cleveland kidnap kingpin was thinking when he abducted three women and kept them over ten years.  This was too much for me to comprehend, so I went to a bar, ordered a glass of JD on the rocks and tried to become Ariel for a few minutes... not like I went out and kidnapped three women but just imagined what would have been on his mind as he perpetrated his evil handiwork.
 I closed my eyes, sipping the JD and drifting. The alcohol slowly made its way into my veins, taking the position of blood which is the only sure way of becoming our guy Castro. Suddenly like a CSI flashback, boom... I was in Cleveland overlooking the faded greyish white paint of the serial kidnapper’s domain. Walking up the creaky five flights of wooden stairs that was a common feature in the structural outlay of this less privileged community, I finally stopped in front of an unusually thick door with shiny silver twist-handle. My heart began to beat really fast, for a moment I had forgotten that this flashback was from the kidnapper’s point of view, I exhaled and a slight mischievous smile crossed my lips, at that moment I almost did a mad-professor laugh being the evil overlord and all.

Inside the house, the furniture was old and had a failed attempt at Victorian furnishing about it, the cottons were too dark and made no effort to compliment the chairs, something just wasn’t right about the whole setting. I looked round and realized what was wrong. If you put the interior decorator's confused state of mind aside, this house was as clean as ‘’Clean’’ can be. I guess it’s a ‘’serial’’ status thing. In the bent minds of the serial society, comprised of serial-killers, kidnappers and rapists, you must be insanely-clean or their association will not give you licence.
Anyway, I was disappointed because for a guy who abducted three extremely pretty women and kept them for ten years, I expected to see a strip-pole in the middle of his living room, burnt out stubs of marijuana, a couple of empty bottles of Moet and a heavily stocked-up bar at a corner. What could this wanker have enjoyed by keeping them here for this long? Were they having a tea party or he just didn’t have the right pick-up lines to get himself a bloody hooker every night?
I turned to take a better look round the house and standing right in front of me was one of Ariel’s abductees, Gina Dejesus. Even though she looked pale, frail and unusually white, possibly from not leaving the house much, her southern-American beauty was still very noticeable. My eyes suddenly filled with tears just thinking of what she was going through and unconsciously I stretched out a hand with the intention of taking her out of this hell-hole Ariel calls a home. The young woman’s face suddenly fills with horror and she takes a step back shaking with fear. At that moment it came back to me... this is a flashback from Oga Ariel’s P.O.V...
Martin, Martin, Martin! I looked round the bar and back to Keith my friend who was now sitting beside me and had been calling my name for a bit. ‘’where the hell did you go?’’ He asked

I guess you think I’m crazy my people... but if you would like to follow me on my Jack-Daniel journey through the eyes of the master evil overlord ‘’Ariel Castro’’, then join me in a little bit for the concluding part of ... ''The Unthinkable''

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