Even the darkest heart, bent on punishing fellow men, exterminating and ridding the world of Evil,…even when one’s life purpose is , to put it simply, to kill other human beings , even in those hearts, a peaceful part of the heart remains…..a piece of coronary territory where peace,self forgiveness , and kindly motivation reside : the Buddha corner.
The commitment the Rassov dynasty had to ridding the world of its greediest and most inhumane villains was a noble one.
But, whereas they accumulated a vast, immeasurable fortune through the decades, as they went
about their murderous way, every assassin in the family would have done the work even if they were not offered ludicrous sums of money to do so, because they deeply, religiously believed in the nobility of the family mission. They were raised to feel that complete and utter devotion.
It is what drove them and what made them so very brilliant at each killing assignment.
And so, after completing her Kennedy Center assignment-to eliminate the Monster’s
Press Secretary mid-speech– Nemi felt calm, because she knew she had done right. The world had one less vapid, bigoted, self-important, blonde voice in the world and she was delighted the action went so smoothly. her clever, diminutive hiding place among the upper level lighting instruments had easily held her Family-invented-beyond the state- of-the-art weapon, and her own body as well, in such a way as to make her mark, down there on the stage, an easy target, swiftly dealt with.
The gun made no sound as it sent its fatal bullet right into the middle of that vile stupid woman’s forehead , and before the audience of devoted MAGATS had time to breathe, the self-satisfied, smug, shit-eating placidity of the Press Secretary’s face was shattered like a fine porcelain mirror…..and her blood discreetly flowed…..a small stream of reddened life eked out from what had once been a pretty enough face, but was now a shredded, shattered collection of skin slivers and bone fragments.
Thus , the blonde mouthpiece of the Orange Monster could spew her lies no more…one more MAGAT down the drain.
One less pseudo-Christian cross hanging from a hypocrite’s neck.
Because that is how Nemi felt: she had rid the world one on more drop of filth, like cleaning out a toilet, which is what the orange Cheeto Menace had turned the glorious United States into: a diseased toilet of heartless, inhumane, destructive and mean shriveled souls….America the Great had become diminished, shrunken from its former truly noble self into a crippled, small and terrifying smaller nation of villains.
And Nemesis Rassov had just done the first of her many assignments to come: getting rid of one more piece of dirt.
So, Nemi had done the Rassov Family proud…their legend would live on, though it would take some time before the CIA and the FBI and all other world organizations would figure out this was the work of the notorious Rassov Family, if that mystery was actually ever solved at all.
Her MaMa Mamie would be proud, back at the dacha outside Vladivostok, cooking another of her famous Russian traditional dinners to celebrate Nemi’s success.
And the small Buddha Corner in Nemi’s brain, warm and satisfied that good had been done, made Nemi relax and swiftly achieve her miraculous escape from the Kennedy Center, into the time-machine her family invented to carry her back home to Russia.
At least for today, The Kennedy Center would be spared being re-named for the Orange Monster, and hopefully, if all the Rassov’s assignments went according to plan, the Monster Powdered in Cheeto Dust would never have the chance to name anything ever again in his own honor….he would win no more of his own golf club championships, which he never really won anyway…..Cheeto Monster’s cheating days were soon to be over.