At the Jitter
Joint today where it was really closing time, but the next morning in
other parts of the city, owner Kevin Fisher was attempting to "wake up"
the drugged-out boogeyman named 'Alex' who after being doped up by
Fisher's mother and his clothing swapped with that of Fisher's too,
appeared to have been beaten within an inch of his life.
With security cameras rolling, Alex suddenly snapped to for his cameo and
asked who had beaten him apparently thinking it had to have been someone
other than the sissy-looking Fisher.
"You did this to yourself, bitch!" Fisher spewed as he told the tale of
how Alex had come onto one of the whores from 7th Avenue and that she had
beaten him up.
Suddenly remembering he had come to the JJ to collect his ransom Alex
demanded Kevin hand it over. What he got instead was a surveillance tape
of what appeared to be himself attacking Fisher's female manager and the
manager kicking his ass good. Fisher further explained that Alex's
description was reported to the police as the attacker and with the tape
they could prove that Alex did what he done and if he had half a brain
he'd forget he'd ever thought of blackmailing one of the Xanax-Team.
The jig up, Alex tucked his tail between his legs disappearing into the
void as Fisher and his manager celebrated their victory. It hit Fisher
later that his partner in crime should be informed and thus a call to
Daniel Romalotti was in order. When Romalotti heard what should have been
good news, the line went dead. Passing up what could have been the first
time he's had sex since raping Lily Winters, Fisher rushed over to the
Winters apartment where he had agreed to meet with Romalotti despite that
it was late and Romalotti had just had a falling out with his new bride.
Meanwhile, inside the Winters wooden box, Neil Winters, learning that the
evil Alex was back in town, called police against his daughter's wishes. A
cop arriving to take a statement was put off at first while Mr. Winters
summoned Romalotti who was needed to convince Mrs. Romalotti to tell the
cop what she knew.
Asked how long he'd known the bad, bad man named only Alex has been in
town, Mr. Romalotti stated "a week" and asked why he hadn't called the
moment he'd seen Alex, said he feared it would upset his wife. As to
whether Romalotti knew Alex prior to the attack on the then Lily Winters,
Mr. Romalotti hesitated while his wife put on a song and dance following
which both Romalotti's agreed to spill their guts which police say was a
good thing otherwise they may not be able to catch Alex.
In a related development, Romalotti, who knew of the ransom payoff yet
choose not to attend as he had more important things to do, chastised
Fisher for not telling him of the plan to take down and run Alex out of
town.
Meanwhile, employees at Newman Enterprises, where Alex was seen wandering
around the building at will, have sent letters to the Genoa City News like
this one:
"I am an employee at Newman Enterprises. I am very concerned about the
building security, or rather, lack there of. It has come to my attention
that not only was a blackmailing punk kid allowed to enter the building
unstopped or questioned in anyway, but also an international henchman
intent on murder, who was only identified as an intruder by Ms. Newman
herself. Perhaps when the company's "security firm" can't prevent its own
employees from being kidnapped there should be some alarm raised."
Signed,
Whistleblower
Demons of
Despair
August 3, 2006
by Brent Kellogg
Now that it's pretty clear
the police will become involved in the who can save Daniel and Lily
Romalotti and Kevin Fisher from the boogeyman known as Alex, even though
Neil Winters will say he doesn't think it's a good idea because Alex is so
"dangerous", we must look back again to remind us how pointless this saga
is.
Let's start first with Lily. On or about the first of November 2004 the GCN
wanted to pity the 16-year-old who's life was so chaotic she felt like she
was having a nervous breakdown. Alas, this is what Genoa City does to its
youth. it drags them through the sewers and the swill until they're
completely hopeless and scared to death somebody is going to do something
terrible to them. Two years ago if it wasn't Lily fussing and fretting, it
was her parents scared to death that she was becoming pals with the guy who
gave her an STD, set her up for a near rape and then told her he set her up.
It was Lily telling Kevin that he was so sweet, that she could tell he had
changed and thanked him for telling her she could have been raped by the
wicked Alex and had that happened she would have been forced to have an
abortion or made to carry around a ratty kid she didn't want for the rest of
her meaningless life.
Did you catch the clue? Do you see why none of this matters?
Lily already knows what Kevin did. So what does it matter that her husband
was in on it too?
A few hot August 2004 days later there was not a peep from Lily to her
parents that she was having nightmares and seeing the evil Alex over her
shoulder at every turn and that this had come about even though she'd
forgiven Kevin. Lily was so distraught she was prepared to tell anyone
willing to listen of her woes including a total stranger.
That stranger turned out to be her biological daddy. While preparing to have
dinner with dead man walking Malcolm Winters, or, as he was introduced,
"Uncle Malcolm", a looking confused and bubble-brained Lily didn't recognize
him until he uttered the words "half-pint". Her dormant memory triggered,
Lily said she recalled as a kid that Malcolm had called her half-pint all
the time.
It was a very strange revelation given that when Lily left for Paris with
her mother she was what Neil had often referred to as "Boo Boo Bear" and
couldn't speak much more then baby talk. In fact, Malcolm never had occasion
to carry on a conversation with Lily beyond her brown-stained diaper years
so how they both dredged up the memories must have had something to do with
one of those born-again transformations.
"I remember a lot about you," Malcolm told Lily, perhaps alluding to the day
his sperm created the egg from which Lily was hatched. The truth is that
Malcolm never knew Lily as anything more than a baby. Yet there they were
that day acting like old family members merely in need of getting up to
speed on the latest gossip.
And where better to get caught up in the madness? Genoa City's high-rise
Athletic Supporter Club. Following a tour that led to the third floor and
back Malcolm began asking Lily icky questions. Were hot pagan love monkeys
trying to get into her pants? The thought opened up the dark cloud of
despair above Lily's head. She began seeing creepy things crawling out of
the woodwork. Muttering that so many terrible things have happened in her
short life, Lily ran off to the ladies potty.
Meantime, at the Newman Wreck Center, Kevin was dealing with his own demons.
In need of having his diaper changed, Kevin was preparing for the big
showdown with his big brother, Michael Baldwin who had stolen Kevin's girl,
Lauren Fenmore. Huffing and puffing, Kevin struck out at Michael who refused
to fight back. Michael figured he'd let Kevin knock himself out and thus put
an end to Kevin's loony tune which had emerged like a swarm of flies on a
dead horse. That gul-dang child-beatin' "Terrible Tom" used to beat on poor
Kevin, locked him in a closet, took away his porn and now Michael had become
Tom who Kevin said would "pay" for what he did. Kevin was gonna give him a
good limp wrist whipping.
"Take this. Take that. Why did you beat me TT? Why did you leave me alone in
the dark? Didn't you know I'd grow up and start setting fires and giving
young girls STDs? It's all your fault, TT. You made me what I am. I shall
never take responsibility for being a human when there are so many others to
blame," Kevin cried in so many tears.
Then it was over. Kevin felt better, more manly and less crazy.
And, like the police are about to do again, the cops got involved.
Tipped off by all the 'Hero' headlines in the papers about how Kevin had
saved Lily from a fate worse than death, detective Hank Weber turned up at
the law offices of Baldwin & Blair looking for the once accused pyromaniac.
As luck would have it, Kevin was there. Fully aware that when the cops come
snooping around asking questions about his brother it can't be good, and
left alone with the fuzz Kevin always incriminates himself, Michael
nevertheless allowed Weber to grill his brother but not before an exchange
of mindless banter.
Baldwin: "Mind if I sit in?"
Weber: "Officially? Are you representing Mr. Fisher?"
Baldwin: "Is there a reason my brother needs legal counsel?"
Without getting a reply Michael trotted off when Kevin interrupted to say
that since he's become one of the "good guys" there was no reason to have a
lawyer present during questioning by the cops. This, even though Kevin knew
the fuzz was skilled at entrapment and wanted nothing more than his roadkill-torching,
moronic girl-raping ass behind bars.
In the perfect position to trip Kevin up, Weber blew it big time with the
help of his small-brain questions.
"Why were you at the rec center? How did you know Lily was in trouble? Did
you know this Alex?"
When Kevin passed the first-grade quiz with flying colors Weber said that
was it. He did not ask why Kevin had not sought professional help
immediately following charges against him being dropped of frying stripper
Brittany Hodges as had been stipulated. Weber did not think to get off his
ass and actually find Alex. Instead, he warned Kevin not to leave town. Not
that it mattered. Kevin had previously jumped bail a number of times and not
once changed with the crime. Nor did it occur to Weber to put a tail on
Kevin. Had he, Weber would have seen Kevin hitchhiking to the Newman
ponderosa where he frequently commiserated with punkster Daniel Romalotti
after he had been told, as Daniel was, to stay away. Weber much preferred to
maintain his image as an unmitigated embarrassment to the community which
may explain why he soon dropped off the Genoa City canvas. A good thing too
as trying to follow Weber's thought process was a fool's game.
So here we are, two years later, back at square one and wondering as usual
why any of this matters.
How to
Get Away with Murder
July 19, 2006
by Brent Kellogg
What I found
most compelling today, the one thing that made me bite my toenails clean
off, was Kevin Fisher stooping to Daniel Romalotti's demand to come up
with $10,000 to payoff boogeyman Alex. I especially liked the part where
so scared out of their skin that they might go to jail if Alex the
blackmailer goes to the cops if they don't pay up, Kevin and Daniel were
calm and collective enough to play basketball. Sure, Daniel's wife might
get hurt, but what the hell. Let's hoop it up. Tell me again, Daniel. How
much does Alex want? Ten grand? Let me see, gosh, all my money is tied up
in that silly coffee shop and I haven't been working as a webmaster for
one of the biggest toxic cosmetics companies long enough to get a paycheck
yet, but even if I had the check wouldn't be for $10,000 - would it?
Furthermore, I can't comprehend how this is much of a problem for Kevin at
all. Isn't Daniel's wife the one potentially in danger? If Daniel is
worried so much about his wife, why doesn't he come up with the money? Why
must Kevin shell out all the bucks? Isn't Daniel's mother rich? Isn't his
so-called father, the washed-up rock and roller, Danny Romalotti rolling
in residuals from his one hit song from the 70s?
Apparently it's Kevin's reputation as a "hero" that's at risk and that's
why Kevin didn't ask Daniel to so much as pay half the ransom in exchange
for the tape recording allegedly containing incriminating evidence that
will show Kevin and Daniel were cahoots to impress upon Lily that Kevin
had changed. It must also explain why Kevin got the entire $10,000 from
his mother and why he didn't bother listening to the tape or making sure
it was the one and only tape before handing the money over to Alex who,
when the deal was done, told Kevin he's a copy! They say a sucker is born
every minute and Kevin has always sucked big time. Where Gloria Abbott got
her hands on so much money so quickly is also suspect, but that's another
story for another time perhaps to be published when Gloria writes her
book, How to Get Away With Murder.
Caution:
Train Wreck Ahead
July 18, 2006
by Brent Kellogg
Where did the
train go off the track? When did this wannabe gangster Alex get it into
his empty head that he could waltz back into Genoa City and blackmail some
of its most influential residents? When will the residents of this
terror-filled city learn they need to hire personal body guards and keep
them on a short leash? Just look at the recent crime wave going back to
the Frito Banditos who too thought they'd get a dime of Victor Newman's
fortune. The Diane Jenkins/Ashley Abbott sperm caper. The Abbott pool
house fire. The RoadKill Cafe fire. The various sex crimes? The samurai
sword wielding Damon Porter case? The Bobby Marsino saga. The Cameron
Kirsten saga. The Sheila Carter returns sequel. The killing of Tom Fisher.
The Nikki Newman carjacking. The Brad Carlton home burglary and random
computer hacking.
Isn't it about time to call in a United Nations peacekeeping force - or
something? What do all these crimes say about Genoa City's Police
Department? Shouldn't the Mayor be calling a press conference to assure
residents that he intends to put an end to these crimes waves? Shouldn't
the Police Chief have noticed by now that more often then not crime in
this city involve the same people? Would the City of Genoa be able to have
these people declared enemy combatants and have them deported?
Personally, I can't drum up any empathy for Kevin Fisher, Daniel Romalotti
and Romalotti's shrill wife, Lily. Were they all the victims of a suicide
bombing at Fisher's coffee shop I'd be right there rubber-necking and
crossing my fingers that the lot of them had been killed. I am sick to
death of Lily's never-ending tidal wave of woe. From the day she came home
from Paris with her snotty attitude, from her meaningless promises to stop
being a bitch and going right on being a bitch, from her dead brain
decision to have sex with Fisher, her bashing of her mother and father,
running from the law on two separate occasions to her second brain dead
decision to get married at age 17, I'm tired of her.
The same goes for Romalotti. From the day he blew into Genoa City with a
bad attitude toward his mother and subsequent rage upon learning the man
who stole him as a baby wasn't his father to his running from the law and
getting drunk on illegally obtained beer to his helping Fisher convince
Lily that Fisher was some hero to his getting married at age 18 to his
being handed a nice internship/job with one of the city's biggest
corporate giants as a reward, I'm tired of him.
I'm just plain tired of Fisher and his entire stinking family. I nodding
out over the notion that in the span of less than a year Fisher can go
from lottery winner to coffee shop owner to having some desperate need to
be a webmaster and without any experience or education land such a
position with another of the city's biggest corporate giants merely
because his mother works for the company and the CEO thought the boy
Fisher deserved a chance to prove himself. I nearly went into a coma the
day Fisher was given a plush office the likes of which dwarf the dark bat
cave of the city's once most powerful man, Victor Newman.
No matter what happens over the course of the next several weeks I will
not once say, "Oh, isn't that sad? Poor Kevin. Poor Daniel. Poor Lily."
I will laugh the day Daniel says he fears Lily has been kidnapped. I will
roll on the floor when Alex demands from Kevin and Daniel a measly $10,000
in ransom and Daniel says he won't give a dime mostly because he, despite
his rich connections, doesn't have a pot to pee in. I will go into
hysterics when Kevin, lottery winner, business owner, corporate whore that
he is, must ask his mother for the money which, of course, Gloria Fisher
has because the Abbott family really isn't as broke as it once claimed. I
will hurl large, green chunks of bile when Alex figures out $10,000 won't
get him far, ups the ante and as the hostage situation drags on the cops,
the FBI, Homeland Security, no law enforcement is notified except of
course the dire threat from Alex that should the boys not comply with his
demands he will go to the cops with a tape recording he made of their
conversation so long ago and which he's been hanging onto for a rainy day.
Indeed, it's a gloomy day when a drug deal goes bad that the injured party
can go to the police and demand something be done. "But officer! They told
me $100 for a bag of crack and when I got there raised the price to $1000.
There outta be a law!"
The clouds of stupidity have rolled over these nitwits once again as a
jumping out of her skin Lily says Daniel is the one acting strange lately
-aren't they all - and can't quite make the connection when Daniel gives
her a song and dance about Kevin needing a CD he left at the Sugar Shack
and when Kevin arrives to fetch it both boys go off to run an "errand"
which happens to be a clandestine meeting with Alex and the always crowded
with people Athletic Club where Alex makes his demand. It is mind numbing
when the boys think they can beat Alex up that'll make the problem go
away and nobody will notice when Kevin and Daniel break their nails on
the chalkboard screeching Alex which is to suggest that two sissies can beat anything other than
their, well, you get the idea.
Safe it is to say too that during the next few days there will be much
hand wringing, what will become of us wailing, and fear. Something tells me
that during this time few will notice Lily hasn't been seen at the job
she rarely works, Kevin will be much too distressed to show up at either
of his two places of employment - except maybe to drink expensive Jitter
Joint lattes and munch on muffins - as will Daniel and nobody at Newman
Enterprises will notice they haven't been getting their mail like those at
Jabot Cosmetics won't notice sales are dropping because Kevin hasn't
updated the company website.
In the end I suspect it will be make-believe private eye J.T. Hellstrom
who saves the day, unless on the off-chance Mr. and Mrs. Winters take a
break from their fussing and feuding to discover their precious Lily is in
trouble again, take it upon themselves this time to save her. If the
Winters and Hellstrom are too busy, it could be Lily's adopted brother
Devon Hamilton who saves her considering Devon has said he loves Lily more
than an adopted brother should.
Then too, there's the chance Lily will believe Alex when he tells her
Daniel was in cahoots with Kevin to make her STD giver appear to be the
hero and this will be the reason Lily needs to end her marriage and falls
in love with Devon since he saved her meaningless life.
And as I've believed all along, as we all know how these things turn out,
when the train wreck has passed there will be much hoorah. There will be
much praise be to the gods and to the meaning of family and vows like this
will never happen again only it will happen again, and again.
