Nouno the Vigilante Episode 4 When in Doubt, Blame a Man

                In Waxahachie, Texas a black woman named Sherita Dixon-Cole is drinking heavily.  Sherita is slender with large breasts and is wearing a shirt to reveal her stomach in order to lure men.  The night is getting late and Sherita decides to go somewhere.  She enters her car highly intoxicated and begins driving.  While driving, the familiar sound and vision of red and blue lights flash from behind her.  She pulls her car over and curses the officer for pulling her over. 

                Officer Hubbard is out on patrol.  While watching cars, he notices a car swerving and immediately believes the driver is intoxicated.  He pulls his patrol car behind the vehicle and flashes his lights.  If there’s no reaction, he’ll turn the siren on briefly just to get the driver’s attention.  Luckily, this isn’t necessary as the driver pulls the car over.  He pulls his patrol car behind the vehicle and gets out of the car turning on his body camera for lately there’s been a nationwide war on police.  He approaches the car and says, “License and registration” while shining a flashlight in the driver’s face.

                The driver is speaking with slurred speech and isn’t very coherent.  She is not sitting still either and her eyes are bloodshot.  Office Hubbard asks her to step out of the vehicle and initiates a field sobriety test.  He finds out from her license that her name is Sherita Dixon-Cole.  Upon failing the sobriety test, he escorts her to his patrol car and helps her into the back seat.  He drives to the station and processes her for DWI.  After this, she’ll be placed in detox and she will get a ticket for driving while intoxicated.  If only that was the last of it.

                Days later, Sherita files a lawsuit against Officer Hubbard saying that he verbally assaulted her and sexually assaulted her.  Her lawyer files the lawsuit with the court and they deliver it to the Waxahachie police station to alert Officer Hubbard of the charge.  Officer Hubbard then sends over the body camera photo of the incident and the video taken at the station as exculpatory evidence.  Now, it’s only a matter of how a judge interprets the video.

 

                Abby and Nouno are in their home in Arizona.  Both work from home and make a good living.  Nouno reenacted the Minute Men in Arizona until the wall started being built and illegal immigration strayed away from Arizona and into Texas and New Mexico instead.  This resulted in a disbanding of the Minute Men.  Nouno now travelled the country and punished those that that the justice system refused to prosecute because they didn’t want the bad press from the leftist anarchists.  Abby did the research and Nouno did the sentencing.  It was classic vigilantism but with the chaos of the justice system in America at the moment, it was well needed.  Abby says, “Honey, I got a case for us?”

                “Where are we going?”

                “Waxahachie, Texas”

                Nouno chuckles, “I’m not even sure I can pronounce that.  But what happened?”

                “A woman got pulled over for drunk driving and accused the cop of sexual assault.  Let’s just say that after seeing the video from the officer’s body camera, her lawyer issued an apology to the officer and the police department.”

                “So completely bogus”

                “Yup, nothing even remotely unprofessional happened.”

                “Abby, we usually go after child rapists, human traffickers, and murderers.  This seems a little beneath us.”

                “Don’t be so arrogant.  With every one of these bitches that falsely accuses men of sexual assault, it makes it that less credible when it really happens.”

                “I do have a problem with what women call rape now”

                “Hell, you can call a girl cute and be accused of sexual assault now.”

                “I know full well Abby”

                “They give us a bad name and have turned men into pussies,”

                “Again, no argument here.  I’ll even take it a step further.  That stat that they throw out there that one in four women have been sexually assaulted or raped in college.  Do you know where that number comes from?”

                “No”

                “They conducted a survey of college girls.  They asked them three questions.  If they answered “yes” to any of them they considered it sexual assault or rape.  Two of the questions are legitimate but one of them was, ‘Have you ever had sex when alcohol was involved.’”

                “By that definition, most men have been raped too”

                “Exactly.  Which is why you get other strange results like a third of the women had another sexual encounter with the same person and only 25% of the women considered the incident ‘sexual assault’ but that didn’t stop the administrators from calling it that.”

                “So, why aren’t you angrier about this?”

                “It is actually one of my biggest pet peeves.  This added another thing of wasting a courts time and money and trying to ruin someone’s reputation because you made a bad decision.  In this case, choosing to drive drunk.”

                “So what’s the problem?”

                “I’m old fashioned Abby….Boys don’t hit girls.”

                “Ah so even though she’s a bitch, you have your code that you don’t hit women.”

                “That’s right.”

                “Don’t hit her, just inject her with a sedative and then jam a knife into her.”

                “I’m not doing that to a woman.”

                “Then I’ll do it.”

                “Abby, you’ve never killed anyone.”

                “What is it you think we do?”

                “You find a target, I kill them.”

                “And you don’t think that I’m implicated in any way or the fact that I chose the target means I killed them too.”

                “You helped.  You might have conspired to kill but you didn’t actually do it.”

                “I never had to until now.”

                “I guess if you get cold feet, we could always stop.  This girl doesn’t know us.  We’ll just let her go if you can’t do it.”

                “Oh, I’ll be able to do it.”

                “Fine, you’re the boss.  You pick the target so if you’re willing to get your hands dirty than that’s fine by me.”

                ”Awesome, let’s change the topic.  How about we talk about another piece of shit, John Brennan?”

                “You just jump from killing someone right to that?”

                “Uh-huh” Abby said with a big smile. 

                “Alright, where do you want to begin?”

                “Well in August 2016, Brennan talked to Democrat Harry Reid who writes a memo to the FBI to investigate if Trump colluded with the Russians based on the dossier.”

                “Technically, it’s from the information that Steele personally told Brennan.  The Dossier was handed out to various news outlets and to the FBI.  Why is this on your mind though?”

                “I just saw an interview with him.  That dude lies so much I just want to go over the facts so I’m not duped by him in any way.”

                “Did you watch Hannity last night?”

                “No”

                “Well Congressman Trey Gawdy was on.  He said that what Brennan and the FBI did was worse than we think.  He says they withheld exculpatory information but it’s not that the FBI failed in verifying it, it’s that they didn’t even try until after they presented it to a FISA court.  Then he gave a message to anyone investigating this like Inspector General Harrowitz or John Durham, who Bill Barr just appointed as US attorney to investigate this, to look at the December 2016 e-mails between FBI director Jim Comey and John Brennan.”

                “December 2016?  That’s when Brennan said he first saw the Dossier.”

                “It’s also when they renewed the FISA”

                “What does Brennan mean with all this ‘raw data’ talk?”

                “It’s nonsense.  Raw data is supposed to go through official intelligence channels to be vetted.  He never did that.  He kept it at the highest levels and discussed it with them.  Lindsey Graham said the FISA only references media reports for verification.  That’s obviously not intelligence sources. Brennan is trying to throw the FBI under the bus saying they were supposed to verify it not him.  The truth is, they both are.”

                “So is Brennan committing perjury when he says this shit?”

                “No, he avoids saying where he got the information from.  People only ask him about the dossier but he’s speaking to the author of the dossier.  Actually, I’m not even sure if Steele wrote it but he’s credited so that the FBI would believe it more since they thought Steele was credible before all this.  Brennan endorsed the dossier because it matched the information from his source. That’s true but the source of the dossier and him were the same person.  So, it’s both true and misleading.  When Trey Gawdy has him in the congressional hearing he kept asking him where he got the information from and Brennan just said ‘that’s classified’ but refused to go into classified setting to reveal it.”

                “He constantly avoids saying where he got the information from.”

                “Right, because it came from Steele.”

                “Alright, I’m going to book our flight to Texas”

                “Okay.”

 

                Nobody pressed charges against Sherita for falsely accusing Officer Hubbard of sexual and verbal assault.  Officer Hubbard was working on getting his reputation back after the media had a field day with him before the body camera picture was released and her lawyer apologized.  Still, there was no apology from the media.  His family was embarrassed but he would look really insensitive if he pressed charges.  Already the news organizations were spinning the story that even though Hubbard was innocent, it doesn’t mean that stuff like that doesn’t happen every day to vulnerable women.  Truth is he wanted to press charges but the precinct and everyone close to him told him to just move on.  Some said it was no big deal because he didn’t lose his job and it never went to court.  It was over fairly quickly.  Still, it’s a messed up thing to be accused of.  He’s sitting with a friend and his friend asks, “You’re a cop.  Attorney General Barr just hired a US attorney named John Durham to investigate the FBI to see if they lied to the FISA court when they applied for a FISA against Carter Page.”

                “Right.”

                “I thought IG (inspector General) Harrowitz was already doing that”

                Hubbard said, “An IG can’t issue subpoenas, a US Attorney can.  Now that there’s an US Attorney, people can be charged with a crime.  Before, Harrowitz can provide information and someone else decides if they’re going to prosecute.  Think of law and order.  Someone presents the evidence to the cops and they decide if they’re going to arrest the guy. 

                “Thanks that makes sense.  Did you hear about Rubio?”

                “Yes, he’s recommending to the DOJ to investigate John Kerry for violating the Logan Act with Iran.”

                “I call it treason.  You talk to Iranians and tell them not to talk to Trump and try to cut deals with them using your influence in America.  That’s treason.”

                “I would agree.  I’m just glad that there’s heat on Democrats now.  Mike Flynn was the first person prosecuted for the Logan Act since the 1700s.  I’d like to see a Democrat charged with it just a couple years after Flynn was.  Turnabout is fair play.”

                “What exactly is the Logan Act?”

                “When a private citizen engages in negotiations with foreign governments as a representative of the United States.”

                “So like impersonating a politician”

                “Sort of, yea.” 

                “Bet you wish you could prosecute that broad that accused you.”

                “Please don’t bring that up.  I just want to forget that shit ever happened.”

                “Yea, I’m sorry man.  I’ll stop.”

 

                Nouno and Abby land in Texas.  Abby has found out that Sherita lives in Grapevine so that’s where they stay.  Abby does the first step in checking where crematoriums are.  She analyzes which ones are easier to break into.  Abby had worked for a funeral home so was proficient in cremating bodies.  She had taught Nouno but they still do it together. 

                After Abby picks her crematorium, she checks social media and various other sources to pinpoint Sherita.  She finds her watching TV in a hair salon.  Abby and Nouno go in.  Nouno is acting like the whipped husband whose wife is dragging him to keep her company while she gets her hair done.  He feels a little awkward because he and Abby are the only white people there.  Abby is asking about Brazilian straightening, which takes up to six hours so the lady is trying to tell her that she needs an appointment.  Abby is doing just that.  Although there was initially some shock when two white people walked in, the women were back to chatting and gossiping.  One woman said, “Man, our deficit is getting bigger and bigger.  If I’m going to have shitty credit because I max out my credit cards, why can the government do that shit?  Bullshit if you ask me.”

                Sherita chimed in, “Yea, and Trump talking about how the tax cuts were going to give us more money.  What a fucking liar.”

                Nouno smiled.  He knew he should let this go but he just couldn’t help himself.  “Actually, last year the government had record high revenues”

                Sherita said, “Whatcha talking about?  The TV just said that the deficit is growing with Trump.”

                “Yes, because we also broke our record for spending.”

                “Tell me this smarty pants, how do you lower taxes and the government makes more money.”

                “When people have more money, they spend more money.  That means businesses make more money because more people are buying their products.  With their new found money, they can hire more people so they can make more things for people to buy.  Or, they can give their employees raises.  This causes either more tax payers or moves more people into a higher tax bracket.  Now that people are making more money, there’s more money to tax.  If you made $100 and were taxed 25%, you paid $25 in taxes.  IF your taxes lower to 20% but now you make $200, then you pay $40 in taxes.  See, your taxes went down but the government got more money from you.”

                “Shit, how did Trump know that would happen?”

                “Every time a president has lowered taxes, this is what happened.  Why would Trump be any different than Coolidge, Kennedy, Reagan and Bush?”

                The original woman said, “So, government got more money and they’re like shit, I’m rich, I’m going to spend more.  It’s like those dumbasses that get a raise and instead of going to McDonalds they go and get themselves some ribs.  They wonder why the fuck they’re so broke when they got a raise but it’s because your ass left McDonalds and started spending all your money on eating ribs every day.”

                Nouno laughed and said, “That’s exactly right.  Good analogy.”

                “Don’t you be laughin then if I’m right.”

                “I’m sorry, you’re right.”

                Sherita said, “Well it ain’t going to matter soon because that Puerto Rican chic and the old dude Sanders want to not let them greedy bastard credit card companies charge more than 15% interest.”

                Nouno said, “Yea, that’s called a price control.”

                Sherita said, “I don’t give a fuck what they call it, I’m going to be able to get me a credit card now.”

                “And that’s the problem”

                “Whatcha mean”

                “Money works the same way as all products do.  This new policy makes you want it right?  But you don’t want it now?”

                “I want it but I can’t have it because those interest rates be too high with my shit credit.”

                “Exactly, so right now, you don’t even try for it.”

                “Right”

                “Let’s take this hair salon.  If three times as many people wanted to come here, what would they be forced to do?”

                Sherita thought about this and the owner said, “Shit, I’d have to charge more to keep the broke ass bitches away.”

                “Right, so if you force a price low, then more people want it.  You then raise the price so less people come.  Price controls increase the demand for a product.”

                Sherita said, “Alright you got me there.”

                “Now, there’s a price control so you can’t charge what you need to.  Now what do you do?”

                The owner took over for Sherita and said, “I’d start turning people away.  Tell them to go somewhere else”

                “Right, you don’t want to hire more people because you can’t make what you need to make to make it worth it.  Remember if what you charged was below the price control, there would be no need for it.  That means you’re forced to lower your prices, so you make less of a profit.  This makes you not want to hire more people to meet the demand because you’re losing money with every hair cut you do.”

                “Honey, we do a lot more than cut hair here.”

                “Work with me here.”

                “Alright, I got you.  I may just shut down my shop if I’m losing money for every person I do.”

                “Exactly, price controls lower supply.  Fewer people would be willing to be hairdressers or open hair salons”

                “Alright, I got you”

                “Now let’s pretend you stay open so you make a little bit of money per haircut you do.  What are you going to do?”

                “Well, my profits are less so I need to do more people so I gotta hurry my ass up.”

                “And when you hurry up, what happens?”

                Sherita said, “It may not be as good”

                “Right, through no fault of her skills, it’s just the way things are.”

                “Yea, it’s the government’s fault I can’t give you a fabulous hair cut.”

                “Now, with all these salons closing, where is someone going to get their hair done?”

                Sherita said, “Bitches be giving hair dressing out of their house.”

                “That’s right.  So to put this in credit card terms; banks will be less willing to give out credit cards or loans.  This will make loan sharks more prevalent since banks don’t want to give out money and customer service is going to go down because they’re not making any money.”

                Sherita says, “Well how come that old dude and the Puerto Rican chic don’t know this?”

                Nouno said, “Bernie Sanders and Alexandria Cortez are morons.  I mean AOC is a moron.  I think Sanders knows he’s full of shit he just wants to trick people who aren’t dorks and know this shit.”

                Everyone nods and Abby says, “Alright, I got an appointment later this week.  See that wasn’t so bad”

                During the conversation, nobody noticed Abby dropping a tracking device in Sherita’s purse.  It’s tiny so she won’t notice it and it will stick to the bottom of her purse.  Nouno gets in the car and says, “Well, that was fun educating them about economics”

                “Oh shut up, they hate you for blowing up their spot.”

                “Not the owner.”

                “No, she was all for it but nobody likes a smart ass.  Especially a white one.”

                Abby tracked Sherita’s movements with Nouno trying to find a good time to strike.  They picked a time and place and Nouno approached her and said, “Hey, I remember you from the hair salon”

                “Don’t you be talking to me, trying to tell me I don’t deserve a credit card or a loan.”  Sherita walked at Nouno with her finger in his face. 

While she was ranting, she went from finger pointing to pushing.  She was so focused on yelling at Nouno, she didn’t notice Abby come from behind with a syringe and jam it into her neck.  Abby pressed down the plunger and Sherita fell forward and Nouno caught her in his arms and hoisted her over his shoulder.

Abby opened the trunk and Nouno lied Sherita inside and closed the lid.  They got in the car and Abby said, “I told you she didn’t like you laying down some truth in there.”

Nouno nodded, “Yea you were right.”

They brought Sherita back to their motel that was wrapped in plastic.  There were egg crates on the walls to make it virtually sound proof.  Sherita was tied onto the table and Nouno was sitting on the bed while Abby stood over her with a knife.  Sherita woke up and said, “What the fuck?”

Abby said, “You know it’s not cool to falsely accuse people of rape.”

“Bitch fuck you, I needed to get paid.  That copper pulled me over for being drunk.”

“He pulled you over because you were wasted.”

“So what?  Everyone drinks”

“They’re not as fucked up as you were when you drove.”

“Hell yea they are.”

“And if they get pulled over, they take the punishment, they don’t make shit up.”

“Fuck that, I’m owed reparations for slavery.”

“Oh cut that shit out.  You probably don’t even know anyone that was a slave”

“Fuck you white bitch”

“No, fuck you for giving women a bad name. Fuck you for making it that much harder for women who are actually victimized to come out.  Fuck you for wasting a courts time.  Fuck you for trying to ruin a man’s life for absolutely nothing.  Fuck you for ruining a man’s family when he didn’t do a goddamn thing.”

“You better get me off this table bitch.”

“Oh I will, you just won’t be breathing when I do.”

“You don’t got the balls honey”

With that, Abby jammed the knife into Sherita’s sternum killing her instantly.  Nouno said, “Shit, you actually did it.”

“I told you, I would. Don’t you fucking doubt me again.”

“In my defense, she didn’t beg for her life.  That would have made it harder.”

“Don’t make excuses, you were wrong.”

“You’re right, I was wrong.”

“Thank You”

                Nouna and Abby wrapped the body and took the body to the crematorium.  They broke in and put her in cremation machine.  They then left knowing they’d have to return in a couple hours to discard the bones.  They sat in the car close enough from the parking lot so they could still see it but far enough away that if someone came, they could leave with minimal chance of being detected.  Abby said, “So, since you love economics.  Let’s talk about this trade war with China”

                “Alright, well as an economist, I generally don’t like tariffs.  I’m more a free trade guy.”

                “So, you disagree with the President?”

                “No because what China is doing isn’t free trade.  They force American companies to turn over their intellectual property if they want to do business there.  So, they’re stealing our technology.  That’s not cool and kind of forces us to do something about it.  And, well, tariffs is one way to do that.”

                “But then they put tariffs on us.”

                “Correct, but that hurts them more than us.”

                “But it does hurt us.”

                “Yes it does but it hurts them more.”

                “So it’s like a scorched earth campaign.”

                “Yea, they export a lot more to us than we do to them.  Their products make up a much smaller percentage of our economy than our money is a percentage of their economy.”

                “So we can wait them out”

                “Yes, it’s not going to be painless but we are much more able to wait them out then they are waiting us out.”

                “What about this devaluing the Yuan to cancel the tariffs”

                “Yea, that was stupid.  One the oligarchs in China that are normally united are split on that decision.  Any time you have disagreements at the top, it hurts a country.  Obviously we have bigger problems in that department but whatever.  They fucked over the citizens of China.  They basically got a pay cut so they have to work harder to get to the pay they were getting before.  Now, Chinese people don’t have as much purchasing power to buy products from other countries.  In a sense, in offsetting our tariffs, they had every other country put a tariff on them because their currency is worth less in comparison to theirs.”

                “Wow, that is pretty stupid”

                “Right, and make it that much easier for us to wait them out.”

                When it was time, Abby and Nouno went to the crematorium and disposed of the bones.  They locked up and left as if they had never been there.  They went back to the motel and cleaned out all the plastic and egg crates.  The next day, they went back to Arizona.

                A few days later when Sherita was declared missing, the news reached Waxahachie.  Office Hubbard saw the news story and smiled.  He said, “Karma is a bitch.”

                One of his fellow officers heard him and smiled at him as if to tell him that he caught him saying it.  Officer Hubbard changed his expression to stern and walked away.  The fellow officer shook his head and said, “I have to agree.”

                The cops were questioned but there was no evidence so the case went cold relatively quickly.  Officer Hubbard was on duty that day so his body camera and others worked as a great alibi.  With that, there weren’t many leads and nowhere to go.  Abby and Nouno slept comfortably thousands of miles away.