Incompetence ad nauseum
Now we come to the spectacle of New Orleans. It is difficult to judge what is the more pathetic; the preemptive disregard for the levy maintenance or the lack of assistance in the aftermath. There appears to be no limit to the depths of depravity possessed by the smirking moron from Texas (via carpet bagging ancestors) and his incompetent “administration.” There should be no doubt in the reader’s mind that, in the case of life threatening emergency, one is, indeed, on his own. But perhaps that is as it should be. Certainly, at least a portion of this indecency is attributable to dependency on an overextended, bankrupt and inept federal government. Those not in harms way, which at current is the most of us, should take heed and prepare for what may come. The definition of such preparedness should be defined on an individual basis but food; water, gold and guns spring to mind.

Psycho Warriors
Chameleon psycho warriors waged psychological conflict. Interpreting the body language and facial expressions of their opponents, the warriors are able to attack, what they refer to as, “points of mentia.” These are weakness in the psychiatric and emotional condition of the foe. Onslaughts of psycho energy against the enemy would often render him weak due to various sensations of schizophrenia, anxiety, a myriad of phobias and many other conditions. Psycho warrior delivered these attacks without physical movement, with only projection of telepathic energy.

The Green Green Grass of Home
On the border patrol. I wish I were back on the Southern Border. Can't handle the boredom. The Grass is not always greener, but I have to learn it the hard way time and time again. Enough sniveling.

Yin and Yang
He has rescued Melissa Integra from a band of monotheist who had judged her to be a mistress of the devil. While Kit usually deemed women to be another species, rather than gender, an attraction existed that he could not deny. What bothered him was not so much the attraction but rather his inability to pinpoint the source. She was slender, boyish, with short, straight blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He had encountered women of this style before, but absent the effect.

Temporal Transcendence
The Zen-Navajo had aided Kit on his path of enlightenment. Time ceased to exist for him.

Blindness
The multi eyes of the massive chandelier reflected the timeless events unfolding. While Kit’s eyes saw nothing, he perceived the hombre as white energy. The normal egg shaped field was flaccid and dull due to Pete’s indulgences in the negative matters of the world.

Purple Members Saloon
Kit stood facing the hombre. An elongated bar ran along side of the would-be gladiators. The barkeep, sporting a bushy mustache and pleated shirt, darted his eyes nervously from one desperado to the other. Kit’s neat appearance contrasted sharply with that of his opponent. Pete had been long on the trail and looked it. He had not bothered to bathe or change clothes prior to entering the Purple Members Saloon. He was a black figure from the black and white days in the midst of the elegance of the saloon.

Prologue
I am the Great White Hunter. I have come to free you from your masters and from yourself. Though I will live forever, change is inevitable and I must weather that change. I have killed the beasts of a millennium and fought the wars of hell. I would do nothing differently because I could do no differently. I have sipped chicory coffee in old New Orleans, suffered the stifling air of Viet Nam and felt the touch of a gentle Negress in the darkest of Africa. All I have done and all I will do again. I knew America before the fascist dictators reduced it to ruin of today, before the Christian cowards gave up their freedoms for “security.” I was even there before the white man sodomized the red man.