Psychopathic Bringers of Justice and Peace – Part 4: The Vigilante Cop.

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The next segment of Psychopathic Bringers of Justice and Peace revolves around the two detectives from the HBO Series called True Detective – Matthew McConaughey’s broken, but profoundly wise character, police detective Rust Cohle, and Woody Harrelson’s uptight and poorly experienced character, Martin Hart.
Throughout the first season of this series, we watched the partnered characters of Woody Harrelson and McConaughey travel through the span of a decade’s time. We watched Rust arrive as a strategically relocated vice cop from Texas to a strange, back-country town in Louisiana to work the case of his lifetime. The series plays out for Rust alongside of a very different partner, Harrelson’s character, Marty Hart.

Rust’s Traits and Characteristics:
1. grieving father
2. a vigilante officer of the law
3. hyper-vigilant
4. traumatized
5. a survivor of near-fatal injuries
6. highly spiritual (but not religious)
7. very opinionated
8. motivated
9. alcoholic
10. willing to kill and/or die for his cause(s)

Marty’s Traits and Characteristics:
1. absent father
2. deceptive
3. self-absorbed
4. unobservant
5. disloyal
6. competitive
7. proud
8. god-fearing
9. narrow-minded
10. willing to kill and/or die for his causes(s)

One thing that I found highly interesting about this plot and the characters was the truth to life that remained present in each scene of every episode. This was such a deeply moving series for many reasons, but Rust certainly stole the show early on with the insightful lines he would spit that would unfailingly cause his stiff-lipped partner (who understand him ZERO percent) shake his head and change the subject. Hit #1 with me, as someone who often receives that same reaction from those around me, when I speak my mind’s madness out loud. I hated the murders and the filth of human flesh attached to the ritualistic, murderous clan of old Yankee men on down the line to the inbred giant and his lover/sister – but not hated it in the sense of any distaste for the writing or amazingly spun plot-line. In all honesty, the discomfort and distaste that I experienced throughout many scenes of the season were based on the TRUTH and REALITY that looms darkly behind the show’s overall storyline.
So, once again – by the end of the season, the viewer (well, I was at least) is rooting for these two cops to do whatever they gotta do to bring down the monsters; any and all of our celebrated respect for the notion of judicial righteousness or justice goes out the window with each dead body discovered. The closer that I got to being forced to accept the defeat of our vigilante detectives towards the end of season one; the more desperate I became to see the bad monsters slain, “not brought to justice”. And unsurprisingly, by that time, I had also totally sided with Rust’s warped state of mind and plan of attack, as well. SHOCKER, right?

The “Unsecret” Dialogue Chronicles – Part 5

The two women have been working for handfuls of hours before the shorter, dark-haired fey steps out the back door; only moments pass before the barely-taller, sinewy blonde comes out behind her, letting the screen door slam with an obnoxious THWACK!

J:        Speaking of your “finest calculations”, Bear…what the hell are we gonna do now? Load up this fuckloads of trash into my car and drive to…..?

S:       Yeah, well I said it wasn’t well-thought out already, didn’t I?

J:        Don’t get snippy with me, Miss Thang! I mean, sure my tits are hanging out but they’re covered in blood for Chrissake…and it’s not even mine, S…I’m not very sure how I’m feeling right now…do we make out or just wrap this up?

S:       Are you still talking?…

S shakes her head and jumps down from the perch she had been smoking atop of in the cool air; she brushes off her ass and walks back inside without another word.

J:        I’ll assume that means you’re trying to wrap this shit up, eh?

S yells from inside the house – in her Bear Trainer’s voice;

S:       Get your ass in here already and c’mon! Such a dawdler!

S mumbles under her breath:

‘It’s no wonder I stared at my phone screen for twenty minutes before pressing the send button under your name, you molasses-motioned pothead…’

J:        What? (from the backyard, still finding her way slowly inside)

S:       Huh? Nothing, I wasn’t talking to you…

J:        cock-blocking me?

S:       No! I said I wasn’t talking to you! Are you coming?

J:        Dude, who’s coming?

S:       Huh?

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