Would you please just shoot me?

I don’t know how much more of this inane story line I can take.  Seriously.

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As a master of the get-away, Baldy continues to prove he doesn’t even have the slightest inkling of that concept.  Getting away has more to do than with mere movement.  Usually there is a rendezvous point that was predetermined so that those “getting away” can re-group, take stock, consider options.  This meandering and random BS is more akin to Brownian Motion that one might find in single cell organisms, hoping they’ll bump into each other in order to mate…

Gee, I don’t know, Baldy…

…and I’m sure Mark is wondering that himself.  You know, this isn’t Mark’s first rodeo, Dumbass…  he and his family have been kidnapped countless times int he past.  But this is certainly the first time that any of them has been taken hostage only to be told to go where they were going to go anyway…

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I m sure that the world has its share of diabolical geniuses, but clearly Baldy ain’t one of them… what possible leverage does he have as he continues to be out-numbered by those who would otherwise want the thwart his plans, if he can even be said to have a plan…

Well, back at it…

Took a day off yesterday and figured that would help move the story along…

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Turns out Mark can read minds, ladies and gents, boys and girls of all ages…

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Fat lot of good it does him as he continues (for reasons none of us can fathom) to play along with this whole caper.  Like I have said, he and Blondie are nothing but liabilities at this point, and yet this happy trio continues to travel together, with Mark at the wheel… At least we are introduced to another “look,” one of pain a suffering from Blondie.

But why did they need to stop at a truck stop to open the hood and remove “the tracking device?  Might have been a good idea to do that sooner that later, before a vector had been established for any eventual search?  Again applying logic and reason to this only makes one’s head hurt…