The Walking Dead Is NOW. We're All Infected And Surrounded By Many More Than Seven Devils.

Regards a recently received inspiring email from an apparent sensible-shoe-wearing lefty... She Said "I found your blog and Twitter account. Please don't contact me again". What higher praise! Shall happily comply m'dear, especially if I can remember who you are.

Which massively sourced empirical facts I've posted that so offended her and she clearly disagreed with, she didn't say - Yep, I get that you're clearly not supportive of my views at all, so logically I can put you down as a Jew-hating Hamass, communist gulags and Occupy rapist supporter etc, then? Hey, I was shocked! Shocked that so many of the apparently left infected since birth, gay n' carefree youth [I'm takin' a wild guess here] - so tediously sodden with identity politics and the tyranny of group rights over individual freedom, could be so er, intolerant, shallow, incurious, unread, conformist, dull and charmless. Who knew? Not me, fella. Hey, the left do so always love the proven criminal and prefer the fantasy over the objectively good  and facts. But I digress.

Hey, the 'Colonel Neville Always Dresses For Dinner' blog is er, 'officially' over and out, never to return. Yep, big deal. But nonetheless, first an outstanding Walking Dead fan video featuring Radioactive by Imagined Dragons. Play this LOUD. Are you even listening? I said LOUD! [Lyrics down the page a little.]

Another piece of cathartic talent. A Walking Dead fan video featuring 'Seven Devils' by Florence and the Machine. Play this even LOUDER. Kinda says it all really or something.

Now if one reads the lyrics further down, and [instead of the likely pathetic, entirely risk-free standard dreary pop attack on Christianity it perhaps is] said lyrics actually read much like any typical list of carried-out threats that Islamic Jihad hopped-up Muslims make to Christians, Jews, Kaffirs, Infidels, Hindus, Buddhists, Taoists, Animists etc, etc, etc and other Muslims - oh, 24/7 for about the last 1400 years and er, counting...]

N' funny how those who say they care soooooo much about Muslims don't care to notice in the slightest, that Islam firstly invades to make by force more Muslims and then enslaves, oppresses, brainwashes, mutilates and murders millions of wait for it, Muslims - and has for over 1400 years. In fact Sharia jihad Muslims have murdered around 10 million Muslims since 1948. It's what Islam Sharia ALWAYS does, in fact this is all the replicating virus of the Islam meme does - created as it was by one insane man called Mohammad.

But I digress. Human beings are created in the image of God and thus sacred, while many choose to be devils or are raised as such in a world filled with wolves. Nonetheless one must guide and be able to see the good in the young and alive unless it's not there, then one must be able to see the bad. No, really.

Hey, as I said in the previous post, this is the end of this blog. Mebbe with luck the next time you see me will likely be in swingin' videos, some actin' there about's n' even music and writing too. One never knows especially if you make your own luck. Until then over and out my liberty loving patriot friends and Sempre Fi.

Talking of laughs, the three main things that always aim to control, enslave and kill you are an ever bigger, and more corrupt usurping government, control-freak mob-mind ideological movements and opportunistic, morally void criminals. The first legislate and the second indoctrinate you to enable your own incremental suicide, while both create ever more perfect opportunity for the violent and murderous to take the thus emasculated you and your unarmed family and friends, and all you value, down. That's if the first two things don't get you first.

Right now and all over the world, the evil are doing whatever they want to, to the defenseless. What are you going to do when they come for you and your own? And they will come, whether you do as they want or not. If one doesn't seriously take those who usurp, indoctrinate, intimidate and murder our children, then you are not only not paying attention, stupid and doomed, but clueless of what liberty is and thus unworthy of it. Tell me about it. Ah, I have my sharpened trench shovel visions of righteous wrath and more to keep us warm.

PS. Keep your best eye out for the mindless, murderous hordes of zombie walkers n' biters. They can turn up damn anywhere and everywhere now...and in many forms. All in all, I wish I was on a shady farmhouse porch in the rolling hills of Georgia, drinking iced coffee with friends and admiring at leisure the lovely rural view, the soft cool breeze and our massive wall of guns. Oh, and books. No, really. Colonel Neville.

The Walking Dead Soundtrack.





Mucho more Walking Dead themes and songs.





'Serpents' by Sharon Van Etten and below is a groovy studio take...








Oats In The Water by Ben Howard.

Beast.

Feel Alive. AKA 'To Build A Home'.

“To Build A Home by THE CINEMATIC ORCHESTRA

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home.

And I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust........

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held onto me
Held on as tightly as you held onto me......

And I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...”

Spacejunk.

The Last Pale Light In The West by Ben Nichols.

A Country Boy Can Survive by Hank Williams Jnr.

Radioactive' by Imagined Dragons.

"I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
Whoa

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

All systems go, the sun hasn't diedDeep in my bones, straight from inside." Etc.



'Seven Devils' by Florence and the Machine.

"Holy water cannot help you down 
Hours and armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crowd
See I have to burn
Your kingdom down

Holy water cannot help you now
See I've had to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in my house
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done

And now all your love will be exorcised
And we will find you saying it's to be better now
And it's an even sum
It's a melody
It's a battle cry
It's a symphony

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in my house
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
And I'll be dead before the day is done

Before the day is done

They can keep me high
'Til I tear the walls
'Til I save your heart
And I take your soul
And what have we done?
Can I be undone?
In the evil heart
In the evil soul

Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done."


'The Last Pale Light In The West' by Ben Nichols.

"In my hands I hold the ashes
In my veins black pitch runs
In my chest the fire catches
In my way a setting sun

Dark clouds gather round me
To the West my soul is bound
But I will go on ahead free
There is a light yet to be found 

And I ask for no redemption
In this cold and barren place
Still I see a faint reflection
And so by it guide my way." 

Frank, Jimi and James improvise on everything while reaching for God.

Black Napkins, Frank Zappa.



Machine Gun, Jimi Hendrix. [Note: Sadly cuts out last minute of "water drops" bit, due to YouTube limits..]




"I'll always touch you". Jimi Hendrix.

Dear sports, like the bower bird of feeble understanding I try to be, I collect a Himalaya of thangs off the Net. Yes I do. I'm a Net nut! So in the spirit of the Blessed Birth of Jesus, and the dreamy, often empty local streets of quietude one finds at Christmas time around the inner-city, I present some very interesting and substantial twigs and coloured paper I've picked up over the er, last few days only!

Can't help it you see. I MUST know. Man, how frauds get by with the Net, I do not know. Oh yes I do...many folks are largely incurious "..many here among us feel that life is but a joke. But you and I know this is not our fate, and the hour, it is getting late..." Hey hey.

I hope ya dig some of this. I am. I'll put up plenty more cos' folks, I'm developing a shabby show and need a little breathing space. No, really. Oh yes, I must...before I explode. Note to energy swirling self and in the words of Jesus: "Bring forth what is within you and it will save you. Do not bring forth what is within you and it will destroy you". Fair enough, eh Watson?

Hey, what did Jesus know about show business?! Everything.

Jesus also said: "Get offa my damn lawn!" Or maybe that was Clint in Gran Torino?

If you remember only this, "Are you somebody? Damn right you're somebody!" James Brown and the stratospheric JB's. Here's Jaaaaaaaaymes Brooooooooooooooooooown!, doing a great song called The Boss, from 1973. Used in the classic "Blaxploitation" flick, Little Caesar.





Ain't it the ironic truth that Judeo Christianity created the freedom and prosperity of the ever innovating Greatness of the Western Canon in an often dark and daft world? Yep, it did. Listen for heads of Godless Liberal Leftards exploding.

Excerpt: "When Thomas Jefferson wrote in the Declaration of Independence that “all men are created equal,” he called the proposition “self-evident.” But he did not mean that it is immediately evident. It requires a certain kind of learning. And indeed most cultures throughout history, and even today, reject the proposition.

At first glance, there is admittedly something absurd about the claim of human equality, when all around us we see dramatic evidence of inequality. People are unequal in height, in weight, in strength, in stamina, in intelligence, in perseverance, in truthfulness, and in about every other quality. But of course Jefferson knew this. He was asserting human equality of a special kind.

Human beings, he was saying, are moral equals, each of whom possesses certain equal rights. They differ in many respects, but each of their lives has a moral worth no greater and no less than that of any other. According to this doctrine, the rights of a Philadelphia street sweeper are the same as those of Jefferson himself.

This idea of the preciousness and equal worth of every human being is largely rooted in Christianity. Christians believe that God places infinite value on every human life. Christian salvation does not attach itself to a person’s family or tribe or city. It is an individual matter. And not only are Christians judged at the end of their lives as individuals, but throughout their lives they relate to God on that basis. This aspect of Christianity had momentous consequences".

The fabulous Peoples Cube on "Did you know if Bush really were Hitler etc?"

Excerpt by Opiate Of the People: "Did you know...that if Pres. George W. Bush really WERE Hitler, most of his political opponents would be dead by now?

...that after almost 50 yrs on this planet, the US Presidency will be Barack Obama's first REAL job?

...that if politicians could run things like the auto industry successfully, the Soviet Union WOULDN'T have collapsed?"


One may be a Leftard if...

Excerpt: "...you can't understand how Kennedy and Johnson wiretapping Martin Luther King and Nixon wiretapping his political enemies are any different from Bush wiretapping terrorists.

...you find nothing wrong with lily-white Bill Clinton being dubbed The First Black President.

...you call Senators Sheets Byrd's stint as a high ranking KKK guy a youthful indiscretion, but will demand the ouster of a minor politician who correctly uses the word "niggardly" in a sentence.

..you believe Harry Belafonte has any discernable purpose on this planet aside from singing a fairly entertaining tune a generation or two ago.

..you don't experience a shrivelling sensation in your trousers when you see or hear Cindy Sheehan.

... you consider John McCain a great maverick moderate when he smacks down President Bush but a racist bomb thrower when he smacks down Kanye West, er.. Barak Obama.
...you consider any criticism of statements by, e.g., Cindy Sheehan, John Kerry, Barbara Boxer, to be an infringement of freedom of speech.

... you think making vile political statements at a funeral as completely appropriate.

...you see no problem with putting writing a letter campaign to an editor for something you classify as "insensitive" on the same level as firebombing the editors house, family, consulate, and or anything else that is readily flammable including the editor themself... so long as those doing the firebombing/letter writing are not Christian or JOOOOS.

...you honestly think that calls for a "lowering of the partisanships" don't actually come from your political side's hugs-and-kisses-let's-get-along department, and that they don't just mean that Rethuglicans should stop whomping your delusions with facts, but only because there's no partisanship in being a reactionary liberal.

...think Brokeback Mountain lacked substance but are afraid to say so out loud because it might be taken as an assault on someone's right not to have their personal life decisions held open for public discourse which might lead to a moment of self-doubt and other negativity.

You feel that expressing your political views is mainstream, but anything contrary to them is a Right-Wing Conspiracy.

... you still claim they are going to 'round us liberals up into camps' even though we are one year into Bush's second term.

...you think dealing with Iraq without France or Germany but with the UK, Australia, Poland, etc. is evil "unilateralism", but dealing with Iran with France, Germany, and the UK is "outsourcing the negotiations".

... you fail to see the irony of publicly and repeatedly exclaiming 'we have no civil liberties any more'.

...you stopped having original ideas circa 1962.

... you exhale/expel greenhouse gases all day long yet would cry foul if someone tried to make you stop.

...you marvel at the brilliance of a fellow Leftard whose complex calculus equation proves 2+2 does not equal 4 and conveniently dismiss the fact no real solution was given as you sneer at the "stupid right" for adhering to conventional mathematical dogma.

...you are rich but have no problem taking other people's money to give to the poor.

...if you believe you are exempt from all liberal dogma you espouse".


How the US Postal Service has, and I kid you not, issued an Islamic stamp celebrating the Festival Eid. No, really. Are they insane or just plain fucking stupid?

And just like "The Id" on Forbidden Planet...Islam and our own elites will kill us all.

The following is quoting US Postal Regulations on how our military must conform to ISLAM. No, really. You know, the great men and women who protect EVERYTHING we have?

"E2. Any matter containing religious materials contrary to Islamic faith or depicting nude or semi-nude persons, pornographic or sexual items, or non-authorized political materials is prohibited.

R. All alcoholic beverages, including those mailable under DMM C021, are prohibited.

R1. Materials used in the production of alcoholic beverages (i.e., distilling material, hops, malts, yeast, etc.) are prohibited".

Great as per usual Mark Steyn piece April 2008 on neutered Euro weenies and their near total lack of Guns, God, Balls and freedom:

“In the other G7 developed nations, nobody clings to God 'n' guns. The guns got taken away, and the Europeans gave up on churchgoing once they embraced Big Government as the new religion.

How's that working out? Compared with America, France and Germany have been more or less economically stagnant for the past quarter-century, living permanently with unemployment rates significantly higher than in the United States”.

Commenter kydasylvester wrote:

"I'm afraid when complacent liberal Democrats look across the ocean, they do see Eutopia, one they envy and would import here (and then put on steroids).

Not only does the Second Amendment (praise God) help us remain "assertive, self-reliant citizens", it has from time to time in our history helped prevent foreign invasion. To paraphrase Gorbachev when asked if the former USSR ever had a plan to invade the US: 'No, to invade the United States would be folly. Why? Because your moronic muppets and parochial simpletons are armed".

Geek names junior after Adolf Hitler and is then allegedly puzzled at the ensuing fuhrer.

End the culture wars by restoring classical values. Sounds good to me. "Oh Plato! Here boy!" Mickey Mouse.

Quote from Classical Values:

"The “Boys are yucky!” creeps. “The growing neuter movement. As I observed, liking the government and hating masculinity seem to go hand in hand for such types: I think what's important about Sidney is that he is, literally and metaphorically speaking, a neutered boy -- the equivalent of a eunuch.

Not gay, not a sissy, or anything like that, but a pliant, obedient, well-behaved lover of authority who does as he's told, runs to the authorities for protection, undermines the accomplishments of others, and thwarts those with free will and stubborn independence. (And who in all probability would think sex is icky.)

And if you're for freedom and independence, and into not needing authority, you're now likely to be accused of hypermasculinism!”

Via Men and Style, Right wing men have balls, Left Liberal men have only apologies. Naturally. Liberalism castrates male individuals by default and makes women as sexy as er, the US Postal Regulations.

Some sooooo disappointing, beyond belief ignorant and deluded George Bush quotes on how great er, ISLAM is! Man, it sure spoils some of the truly great speeches he has made. Well, George has killed a lot of terrorists. Ah, dead Islamist freaks. A real crowd pleaser.

Dig how former George Bush Under-Secretary of State Karen Hughes was and is a massively incompetent and lazy dhimmi boob. Plus Esposito the treasonous bullshit artist for Islam.

Stay home Karen Hughes.

Slate Magazine on Karen give a Hughes hug for Muslim killers.

Jihad Watch on "Karen Hughes, [former Bush Presidency Republican Under-secretary of State!] gives millions to Muslim terrorists orgs.

The North Virginia-based IIHT “is suspected of being a pivotal cog in the Muslim Brotherhood’s high command in America," according to federal law enforcement records newly released to Emerson’s Investigative Project on Terrorism under the Freedom of Information Act...

The IIIT was named as an allied group in the infamous Muslim Brotherhood memorandum of 1991 that emphasized that the Brothers “must understand that their work in America is a kind of grand Jihad in eliminating and destroying the Western civilization from within and ‘sabotaging’ its miserable house by their hands and the hands of the believers so that it is eliminated and Allah’s religion is made victorious over all other religions.”

Mark Steyn on CHRC says Infidels not a protected category.

Details and quotes of Montreal Saudi trained Muslim loon Imam. Is there another kind? Nope. Ah, the rich tapestry of multicultism.

Newdefender on never underestimate how stupid a Jihadist Muslim is.

Newdefender on never underestimate how stupid a Western dhimmi is.

Via a fantastically parody-like er, "womyns" blog called er, breast not bombs!, [this is a choice, right?] one can get a handle on the rice pudding-like mind of the average affluent and thus Socialist Code Pink Leftard hag. My satirical letter goes unnoticed.

Quote from boobs for boobs blog: "They are enormous, yes. It feels like I am carrying the sorrow of the world right under my nose. I wonder if so much of the breast cancer we are seeing is the unexpressed grief of this world. I dream of weeping, bare breasted with a million other women on the White House Lawn. I long for a world wide weep".

Good grief.

Colonel Neville's pointless letter: "Dear Sports, one of the best parodies of the 'Uni Grad Womens Studies Group' etc, mind set ever. You've really got the crazy, complicated, junk rhetoric down! There's a lot of laughs here even if a little turgid to read, but I understand you're doing it 'in the style'.

I was thinking what Peter Cook and Dudley Moore, or Monty Python might do with this theme. Do you have any other satire you have done? Keep up the middle class WASP women take offs too. Excellent.

All the best."


The Amboy Times on how the Arab "News" reports a murdering Muslim as merely another Muslim “victim”. Plus on the right hand side columm at Amboy, there's a list of things that offend Muslims. For example, everything and nothing. Muslims being the most offended people on the planet an' all, as total losers often are by anyone natually superior to them, like the Jews, the free West and Pago Pago.

Hey, hey! It’s me on the great Brigitte Gabriel’s site over at American Congress for Truth!

Article at McGill Tribune on Mark Steyn and how multiculti PC'ism largely sucks shit. With my swingin’ comment and a reaction or two etc.

Largely incoherent and bog-standard PC Leftard gay response to another of the Pope's oddly consistently half-correct and half-addled pronouncements. How does his Holiness end up so simultaneously precise and so totally off the mark? It's the semi-PC dope Pope!

Mark Steyn on the endless and relentless downhill tragedy of British cultural and security surrender monkeyism sans cheese good eating via Timesonline.

Excerpts: "Times Of London by Tory Minister Portillo. Britain has lost the stomach to fight. We should reflect on what sort of country we have become. We may enjoy patronising Americans but they demonstrate a fibre that we now lack.

If a fair-minded account of the Iraq war is written, credit should go to President Bush for rejecting two years ago the report by the bipartisan Iraq Study Group that called for force reductions. He defied conventional wisdom and ordered a troop surge instead. It has been an extraordinary success and, unlike Britain, the Americans will not withdraw in defeat.

During debates in Washington, British forces’ ignominious withdrawal to barracks was cited to argue that the United States could not contemplate being humbled in a similar way. In the end Bush was not a quitter. Blair “cut and ran”. The fundamental cause of the British failure was political.

Tony Blair wanted to join the United States in its toppling of Saddam Hussein because if Britain does not back America it is hard to know what our role in the world is: certainly not a seat at the top table. But, for all his persuasiveness, Blair could not hold public opinion over the medium term and so he cut troop numbers fast and sought to avoid casualties. As a result, British forces lost control of Basra and left the population at the mercy of fundamentalist thugs and warring militias, in particular Moqtada al-Sadr’s Mahdi Army.

The secondary cause of failure was a misplaced British disdain for America, shared by our politicians and senior military. In the early days in Iraq we bragged that our forces could deploy in berets and soft-sided vehicles while US forces roared through Baghdad in heavily armoured convoys. British leaders sneered at the Americans’ failure to win hearts and minds because of their lack of experience in counterinsurgency.

Pride has certainly come before a fall. British commanders underestimated both the enemy’s effectiveness and the Americans’ ability to adapt. Some apparently failed even to observe how much had changed. At a meeting in August 2007 an American described Major-General Jonathan Shaw, then British commander, as “insufferable”, lecturing everyone in the room about lessons learnt in Northern Ireland, which apparently set eyeballs rolling: “It would be okay if he was best in class, but now he’s worst in class.”

Colonel Neville: Do the British Government actually have a date finalised for their total Socialist and Islamist collapse? Early next year or now?

Anne Coulter with a super piece on the startlingly honest, non-phony and down to earth working class success story of feminism in action, of Sarah Palin. The ex-Mayor, the Alaskan Governor, the serious corruption fighter, the oil project negotiator, fishing industry facilitator, the very successful Christian Mother of five and great wife, with a strong supportive husband and other real world experience with actual RESULTS and ACHIEVEMENTS, and thus to the Left Liberal and MSM, a perfect target for their insane control freak elitist fraud, bigotry and stratospheric misogyny. Yep, Palin could be sooo much better, and she is. Than Obama.

Anne excerpt: “Pre-Palin it had been one race -- boring old “You kids get off my lawn!” John McCain versus the exciting, new politician Barack Obama, who threw caution to the wind and bravely ran as the Pro-Hope candidate. And then our heroic Sarah bounded out of the Alaska tundra and it became a completely different race. This left the press completely discombobulated and upset. They didn't know whether to attack Sarah for not having an abortion or go after her husband for not being a sissy.

Having indignantly rejected experience as a presidential qualification in the case of Obama, liberals had to raise questions about Palin’s experience gingerly. But, in short order, they threw caution to the wind and began energetically criticizing Palin for her lack of experience. I call that two … two … two standards in one!

Like most Democrats, both Obama and Biden boasted of their humble beginnings, while having fully adopted the attitudes, pomposity and style of the elites.
Palin had a husband in the Steelworkers Union, a sister and brother-in-law who owned a gas station, and five attractive children -- one headed for Iraq, one a Down’s syndrome baby and one the cutest little girl anyone had ever seen.

In a nutshell, Palin was everything Democrats are always pretending to be, but never are. Palin was a kick in the pants, she energized conservatives, and she made liberal heads explode. Palin’s refusal to meet with the press for one week after being chosen as McCain’s running mate was evidently more maddening than Obama's refusal to appear on Fox News for almost the entirety of his campaign.

Everyone acted as if Obama’s feat of running for President for two years constituted a complete and thorough vetting.

It might have been, except that the entire media had apparently agreed: “OK, none of us will ask Obama about Tony Rezko, William Ayers, and Jeremiah Wright.”

Hillary was hissed by the audience for mentioning Rezko at a Democratic debate and George Stephanopoulos nearly lost his career for asking Obama one William Ayers question at another.

Osama bin Laden was more upset about the Rev. Jeremiah Wright than liberals were -- especially after "Jeremiah Wright videos" passed "al Qaeda videos" for most total viewings on Youtube. (He was kicking himself for not coming up with that “God Damn America” line first!)”


Idiot quote on his personal God Obama by Liberal idiot Jesse Ferreras:

"Barack Obama. How rare it is when a good news story takes the number one spot. A euphoria reminiscent of Victory in Europe day gripped the world when Obama was elected the first black president of the United States. It was a symbolic move that showed, among other things, that race is no longer a barrier to leading the world’s most powerful country. He’s got a heck of a task ahead of him, what with a faltering economy and lofty expectations for what he can do to fix it. Vague promises of change need to see some action right about now.” Jesse Ferreras, asshat.

Mark Steyn on how Obama has appointed a highly qualified Liberal envirofreak Science Chief.

The peculiarly down to earth Madsophist on how sadly, most self-defence for women is usually a tragic fraud. The best self defence for women after physical, mental and moral fitness, is available from Smith & Wesson. You go girls! To the firing range. The best way to stop entirely the aim of violent criminals is to improve the aim of women.

"I am the great equaliser". Old West Colt[?] Firearms slogan.

Night Swallows West.

Dear sports, this is my feeble and amateur attempt at the first part of a short story. I really liked Richard Matheson's freaky and eerie classic, I Am Legend. Though I thought the vampire angle was a bit naff, while disturbing and beautifully well done. I just can't believe in 'em at all.

In fact, I often find horror fantasy neither scarey nor fantastic. More a neat allegory, or a preposterous and poor second to the harsh and disturbing facts of er, current reality. No, really. And I found the I Am Legend film a disappointing, utterly unconvincing and shallow CGI mistaken bore. But what do I know?

Now I thought that the idea of being the poor last bastard on earth and why, would be frightening enough and without the vamps. But what do I know? I hope you get a laugh out of it.





Chapter 1. A Figure On The Landscape.

A light breeze snaked past the open doors of a balcony and through the space between two heavy curtains, pushing them slightly inwards. There was almost no sound from outside and nothing passed within as the cool air drifted softly over the body of Sam Peeps, as he lay asleep in the half-light of the room. The sound of his own voice brought him to a kind of semi-consciousness, the partially shouted words unfolding rapidly in the shadows. With a wired shot, he sat up as his arms pushed out straight from his sides and pressed hard into the bed.

"There is no such thing as the Devil!", he said.

"Oh Christ. Day or night?" he wondered vaguely for a moment before falling back into torpor. Several phrases fell from his half opened mouth like a kind of catechism. "All failure is a lack of concentration. God never interferes in our lives. Energy can only go in one direction at a time", he said in a continuous mumble.

"You're not listening, are you?! Never did. I tried to...save you", he growled to no one. "It's all a little hey, hey...late, sport. Yes, endurance".

Flattening out on the damp sheets with a deep exhalation, Peeps knew these words to be so and that they were a test though difficult to apply. He recalled offering long ago in explanation to someone he could not remember, in understanding the true meaning of the first, you achieve the simplicity of the second and reveal the clarity of the third. The fourth provides the strength and flexibility to continue. Now as he tried to concentrate, he knew that he was alone.

Slipping ever deeper into exhaustion, Sam Peeps tried to gauge if he was awake, asleep or somewhere in between. At these moments, it seemed that Peeps could think clearly and that there was time in which to do so. In the last of his wakefulness, he saw that they were only sensations, the idea of thought much as vanishing pools of light.

Like his memories, they appeared in a fractional split within a second or were spread over hours in broken pieces. It was sometimes as if nothing had ever really existed. And now there was only him and him alone on a silently turning earth.

With a slight odd smile another peculiar statement came to him, as they often did. "In the sharp sun of midday and the deep drop of night, fallen angels, a false prophet and the Son of God".

Between the long days and a murky sleep that seemed to pull him down into an enveloping and sucking fold, recurring thoughts like troubling and formless insects continued to move and float through Peeps mind. A persistent theme that would rise up in this half-state, was of how Indian people of the Americas once believed that a human being could only truly exist when they found a place within their own society and thus the world.

If this was never found or was lost, one's soul would be forever adrift and slowly dissapear to the living like an echoes fading return or as a mere vapour fades in the sun. You would not even be a figure on the landscape. And then he was gone.


Under the early morning sun, against a sky of intense blue, a single vehicle drove towards the crest of a great and ruined bridge that was sprung between the docklands and downtown of a once rising city. High above, thin distant clouds drifted over an almost silent world. The lack of any wind or background noise allowed the slow sound of waves from the beachfront to be heard in the distance.

With a slow curving two mile run up from each end, the massive multi-lane gate led out to the west and beyond. The decaying arc of concrete, steel and tar that formed the bridge crossed a river that flowed through town to the sea. From its mid point, two enormous pylons stood high above the road surface.

The grime covered shafts more than doubled the height of the bridge, each one supporting two giant blistered cables that sweated and dripped a brown rusting drool. The heavily scarred cords followed the line of the structure and draped down to the spine of the arch, from where could be seen the whole of the city, which was almost a kilometer away. The sweeping bay was less than half that distance.

Across the river, the adjoining freeway cut through the stillness of corroding industrial areas and dead suburbs. Further into the clear distance were the mountains.

On many occasions he had thought about them and how to the eye they did not seem to change, appearing so separate from the uncontrollable slipping away of things. There was the impossible thought that if he focused intensely enough on their perfect and remote forms, everything would stop, remaining as it was. The distant peaks were unlike the metropolis, left to its relentless breakdown and decay.

Seeing how rapidly almost everything altered and yet nothing happened, gave the feeling of being in a vortex, where everything is breaking up and swallowed down. It seemed clear that whatever he did and however he held to anything, everything would still collapse and drain away, forcing him off-balance and dragged into the void.

Walking across the full width of the roadway, his gaze was drawn down to the movement of the water below as the twisting filth formed bent circles of grey. Light on his feet and of medium build, Peeps movements gave a startling sense of alertness and energy, though he appeared at times, curiously at ease in the emptiness. Sam Peeps was often a man in perpetual motion. Though when reposed, Peeps could seem so oddly at peace, that he virtually disappeared into the stillness around him.


In recurring dreams, Peeps saw himself as a single spinning top on a vast, cold and infinitely flat plain, and as he turned, it was as if he was being overwhelmed, then slowly crushed by a great weight. Those he had known pushed through a broken sleep in noiseless columns as he lay immobilized for hours that could turn into days. When he arose, he remembered them reflected in all that he could see and taste in the cool air.

Standing upon the giant span, the river pushing out beneath him, he felt his legs becoming lighter as his weight seemed to shift to his upper body. For several seconds he thought he would fall, turning over and down into the muddy rush. Jerking back from the railing with a snap, he returned to the vehicle where he sat on the hood with his back against the windscreen, his lone figure stretched out while absently fondling an automatic pistol.

Sliding the gun smoothly into a shoulder holster, he found its form comforting as it embraced his torso with an almost liquid, leather affection. From a pocket, he took out a worn black leather wallet and opened it, the sun glinting off the chrome of a small shield, bringing into sharp relief the digits of a serial number embossed on its metal face. His eye came to the number ten and his thoughts to how it had been that many years since the beginning of his solitude, as the light bent across the name Samuel Peeps.

With a rip of thin metal, he opened a container of bitter drink, a small breath hissing from the can, and he smiled his strange smile as he considered the possibilities of the day. At a distance, the shimmering urban expanse seemed almost alive. He lifted a pair of high-powered binoculars to his eyes.

"Ok", he said and as he blurted out "I can't save anybody!" and his arm knocked an unopened can that rolled off the vehicle and then dropped down onto to the asphalt. The cylinder punctured and began spraying liquid as it gained momentum, cracked against the concrete gutter and bounced onto the gantry running alongside the bridge, rising in the daylight.

Standing up, he pushed his open palms down hard and said sharply, "You can't control your environment, kid. You..." For a moment, he swayed a little, with his head held forward, twisted his shoulders from side to side, and breathed deeply. "Right. Wait".

Sliding into the open vehicle, Peeps turned the key and the engine growled as he closed the door with a soft upholstered thud. Moving smoothly into gear, he accelerated rapidly, making a whirling dust devil. The momentum and flow cleared the mind a little and he considered the ordinary in his extraordinary circumstance and the incredible in the commonplace. As the movement of cold air fell across his hot brow, he repeated a drum upon the steering wheel. Save the world. Save the world.

"The world? I couldn't save you", he said.

Roaring down onto the freeway straight, the drag of the vehicle violently stirred up the endless waste that was scattered over the bitumen and collected in thousands of melted drifts. Paper, dust, mud, flood waters and trillions of insect bodies, formed a putrid blackening goo in anything that acted as a catchment.

As Peeps vehicle climbed onto the elevated roadway, the sun reflected in shooting flashes off the lines of the skyscrapers on either side. On the nights that had no moonlight, even these great cold and empty forms disappeared into the vast ink.