zombie woman terrorizes


Sun 8.5.18

Per New York Post:


August 3, 2018

Residents at an apartment complex in Florida filmed a terrifying encounter with a woman who was acting strangely and aggressively. It’s unclear what caused the behavior, although one of the witnesses can be heard accusing her of being high on the synthetic drug “flakka.”  https://nypost.com/video/zombie-like-woman-terrorizes-florida-apartment-complex/

      It’s the new drug, Kiddies!  Here’s another look at its effects: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qdphUGIxi0  Gee, interesting what folks will do to get high.  And this drug will do it.  One gets so high, it short circuits the body’s nervous system, the heart pounds like a piston and the body heats up perilously.

      I  stumbled on this information while cruising the net looking for the Sunday morning news roundup.  The headline grabbed me, Zombie-Like Woman Terrorizes – gotta check that out!  Not too many of us terrorizes anybody, except maybe the kids.  A terrorist is a person with a message to deliver, in your face, as incidentally, does the crazy person.  They’re interchangeable, breaking the rules of comportment, stepping out of the ensnaring web that holds fast humankind’s rabidity.  This woman looks more likely to harm herself than others, but then no one’s around to attack, and the one in the truck looks truly spooky.  The police act unconcerned, (this is nothing, I’ve seen worse) but the situation is tense and they cast furtive looks at the mad person.  The biggest jolt in such encounters is with the reflection one gets of what one is capable of given the opportunity, the uncontrolled fury, the bloodlust that waits silently to pounce, uncontrolled, ungovernable, seeking prey to devour, destroy, annihilate.  There are a number of videos on this phenomenon on YouTube; comments below the video are as interesting as the show itself.

      Bits of this behavior comes forward at times of stress.  The burden has become too difficult to bear and the zombie is able to slip out of its quiet corner seeking chaos to feed on.  The message it delivers?  This was fun, wasn’t it?  Oh, you want to pretend, blame your actions on something, or someone?  Not me, unh-unh, I’m a good girl.

“A wild longing for strong emotions and sensations seethes in me, a rage against this toneless, flat, normal and sterile life. I have a mad impulse to smash something, a warehouse perhaps, or a cathedral, or myself, to commit outrages... 

 “I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.”  ― Hermann HesseSteppenwolf