Death.

So many deserving of it. Often times, too many innocent and not enough guilty get to experience it soon enough. Of course, what with the mother of all excuses coming up soon to lose one's damn mind and revel in the carnage, one never knows who may suffer more, the innocent or the guilty. Countries tearing themselves and others apart, missiles killing children, homes turned into submerged bombs requiring a spark, civil division, no one knowing exactly what's coming down the pipe, but everyone is tense and feels that something approaches.

So. What will you do? Join in the rioting, use the chance to extract vengeance upon those that you perceive wronged you? Act as if nothing happened? Try to carry on with your meager lives while at any moment, the pressure built up around you is a human powderkeg, waiting for the spark of a scream, a violent act, a gunshot, an intentional car crash or what have you, ignites humans into a living inferno? Will you prepare, care for those around you and under your charge? Or will you cut your losses and upon the first piss off after a few days of hunger, strike down the annoying person who you claim to have loved, or is part of your chromosomes to throw on the barbecue?

They say the only things certain in life are death and taxes. Of course, if a revolution occurs, then the taxes are out the window, for a little while anyway. But death...Ooooo death, that's the only true eventuality for all, isn't it? People and things die. Even legends may seem immortal, but have the illusion of immortality until dead, then resurrected like a phoenix.

But it's agreed, not everyone is keeping the same clock, according to one's sense of karma. Timing can be a bitch in that regard, the decisive difference between fortune, coincidence or regret. How soon, how late, just in the proverbial nick. All slaves to time and timing. But be they slow or fast hands, with many or few, all things have an end. All people have an end.

The trick is, what is the manner of style one will go out with as implementation? With pride or cowardice, clean conscience or regret? With a smile, or jaws spasming from shock, as true corpses do? To go quietly, or in a blaze of glory?

The truth of the matter is, I've never left. I've been watching, waiting, seeing and seeking. Krampus still exists, and shall ever continue on. And I know, this blog is a guilty pleasure. Some still come here from time to time, seeing if there's anything new. Curious from the mystery, wondering what ever happened?

That's simple. People crossed lines, information that was dangerous was revealed, threats were made, people were ready to kill. And people still are. Krampus shouted so loudly, made so much of a raucous ruckus that people could not help but hear. But warnings were not heeded. James Holmes patterned himself after a villain, innocent people died. And the same bastards I warned people about spoke out of both sides of their mouths, cheering such attacks on, wishing they could see it, then having the gall, THE GALL to deny that was ever their intentions.

And the people that encouraged actions like these? They're still out there. Oh, some are laying low, fearful of name calling and re-instigating a war with very real consequences. Some are on watch lists, Krampus included. That's fine, at least I know someone's reading this intently. But things are different now. Things are worse.

There are so many people, for whom all it would take is a word, a look, a smirk, a laugh, a comment, and hell will be unleashed. This of course would generate a domino effect, others who are both innocent and with their own shades of guilt, some with alliances of friendships or similar interests, others with no ties whatsoever, in the path of bullets with no names upon them. And yes, I speak figuratively, and literally.

All it may take is for one person, someone who truly wants to cause pain, suffering, torture and death in the real world, is to light a match, throw a rock, or an e-mail. Create a spark, and everything and everyone in the vicinity, will burn, be stabbed, shot, sliced, bludgeoned, flesh flayed and limbs severed. The pot is about to boil over. And whosoever strikes that match with intent, is truly a monster responsible for the deaths of what will surely be guilty and innocent alike.

Or, maybe you fuckers who have to gain IQ points to count as mentally retarded, may actually surprise someone. Instead of striking the match, you try to look at the gift that has been the last few months of what counts as peace in the real world. And you try to be better than the base within. Maybe you cling to that which is most precious to you, trying to live normal, if not better lives. Maybe, just maybe, some might actually try to change and grow up. And perhaps this is the time to prove it.

Or maybe it's time to start a war because you can. Fuck it, it's nearly December 2012.

As one of my favorite movie antagonists said, Live or Die...make your choice.