“You are under arrest” said THE MAN.
“Eat Lead, Copper.” said Merle.
and THE MAN did…
They were at a remote marijuana plantation in Humboldt County and Merle was not about to let Federal Law Enforcement interfere with his profit. Too Bad, So Sad for THE MAN’s next of kin but everyone voluntarily selects their own career… It appears that THE MAN’s choice of livelihood was not the most brilliant idea.
The next puzzle was how to dispose of the body… Ecologically…
This area of the woods is home to BEARS and BIGFOOT… Someone was going to get a free lunch… and here comes one now…
“DANG” exclaimed Susan “These reality TV Shows are SOOOOO predictable… The criminal always gets caught in the end. BORINGGGGG. I’m changing channels right now. “
CLICK.
“Whoosh” went the speaker in the TV set.
“Oh Boy, A Space Opera. ” said Susan.
“Whoosh-whoosh” went the speaker in the TV set.
“Who are you talking to?” asked Bob as he entered the room with a pizza and six pack of [product placement].
“Nunya Beeswax” said Susan.
“Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-KA BLOOOEY!” went the speaker in the TV set.
“Wow, Look at that!” said Bob.
“The SLIME from the dead alien is dripping onto the floor” said Susan.
“And it stinks” said Bob.
“That’s ABSURD. These new TV sets from [product placement] with ‘SMELL-O-VISION’ are more trouble than they are worth.”
CLICK.
TALKING HEAD: “In other news, Dr Ron Paul has accepted the Republican Party Nomination for President of the United States. We go live to the convention floor where a riot has broken out. “
CLICK.
“Wait a second, go back to that news report. That’s an event that DID NOT HAPPEN.”
“Oh don’t be surprised, it’s FOX news… they often write fiction and present it on the TV as Actual News. “
“Are you sure? They seem so sincere.” said Bob
“Yep, they have meetings, get blasted on mind altering substances and write collaborative fiction…” replied Susan
“Sounds good to me.”
“Yes. We’ve got some fiction to write ourselves… because this story is starting to drag.” Complained Susan
“Hey, I’ve got an idea!” Let’s watch CNN, they tell the truth…
CLICK.
“In other news, President Obama Legalized Medical Marijuana today. Stating, “I was wrong, tragically wrong… I asked my doctor and she said there IS medicinal value to Medical Marijuana… So we have stopped the DEAth Squads… ” said the talking head.
"Oh-oh… CNN has gone NATIVE also… have we a distortion of the space-time continuum?" Questioned Susan.
"YES!" exclaimed Tom...
"Tom? Tom? Who are You? And Why are you in MY DREAM?" wondered Sally...
"Don't worry about WHY, let's just enjoy this dream world... Would you like to smoke a dream REEFER?"
"Sure, since this is just a dream, I'll be able to pass my drug test back in real world..."
"You're going BACK? Why? asked Fred...
"Fred? "Fred? who.ru?"
"Me? I'm just here for the... [fill in the blank activity]... Ever since I learned to Lucid Dream I've been taking CONTROL of my dreams and engaging in the most amaZING adventures...
and then there was Tom. Tom McGuinniss-Stout. He always kept his first name the same but changed his last name for every job. He worked for the [three letter agency] this time as a [action hero job] but also would work as [variety of job description list] depending on who he was trying to fool.
"Well, since everyone is here... let's twist the plot." said everyone...
[cue theme music: "The Twist" by Hank Ballard and The Midnighters]
"Look, a computer... Can I use it for a moment?" said Tom McGuinniss-Stout. "I need to do some research to help develop my character. This time I play the part of an Anonymous Hacker and it would be useful to have a clue as to what they do."
[cue powering up sound effect]
"They Fight Evil" said Sally "Look at this list... "
Wars in Afghanistan, Iraq, Vietnam, Panama, Nicaragua and all those other UNDOCUMENTED wars...
Laws prohibiting cannabis...
NDAA...
DRONES...
Nuclear Power Plant construction in Vogtle, Georgia USA...
Laws: Peyote, LSD and Psilocibin are Illegal...
Operation Fast and Furious...
WTC7...
Twinkie...
False Flag...
HSBC...
Bradley Manning...
Jury Nullification...
"Freedom Fries"...
Citizens United...
Banking in the Cayman Islands...
Federal Subsidies for Oil Companies...
the Lack of any photographs of an airplane flying into the Pentagon on 9/11/2001...
American Type Culture Corporation selling Anthrax to Saddam Hussein...
Iran-Contra...
the Gulf of Tonkin incident...
US Patent #6630507...
MKULTRA...
Thermite...
John Lennon, JFK, MLK and RFK assassinations...
"Oh my, what can one person DO? This list is so long and growing daily." complained Fred.
"Exactly." said Tom McGuinniss-Stout. "What CAN you do? Me, I expose the evil ones online... You, will have to select your own plan of action... You may get a hint by reading books... "The Monkeywrench Gang" by Edward Abbey or "Crossfire" by James Patterson"
"No Thanks" whined Fred... That's too much effort... I think I'll watch TV instead. The Corporate Propaganda Channel is my Favorite."
"Which Channel is THAT ONE? inquired Sally.
"EVERY ONE" sang everyone in chorus...
... but the seed was planted in Fred's Mind...
"What CAN I do to fight evil?" he wondered...
"The US Military trained me in many specialized skills, I can go out into the woods and survive. I can shoot a rifle accurately. I can shoot a rifle accurately. I can shoot a rifle accurately."
Those words echoed around in his brain... Thoughts simply would not leave him alone...
"What IF?"
"Earth to Fred, come in Fred... Earth to Fred, come in Fred... WAKE UP!" said Tom McGuinniss-Stout.
"Your dream-time images are so powerful they are projecting into what we laughingly call Reality... and what I see is not "groovy". Do NOT allow the evil ones to rent space in your mind. Awaken... "
"Thanks." said Fred. "I was spiraling into a descending dog house of despair."
"Dog House? Questioned Tom McGuinniss-Stout.
"Yes, as in the Hank Williams song 'Move it on Over' " Explained F.Red.1[at] JoMamma[dot]com.
"Here, read a Book and let your troubles melt away... " and Tom McGuinniss-Stout handed Fred a copy of 'Crossfire' by James Patterson...
"Don't give him THAT ONE!" warned Sally "It's his Manchurian Candidate Trigger."
"I know, I'm his MKULTRA programmer and Today is the Day... Unleash the Hounds!" Stated Tom McGuinniss-Stout
[cue spooky music here]
"Whoa... I see a Witch, and it's Green... and there is a Conductor... and a Twinkie... and There is Little Debbie and she is holding out a train ticket. Hey, I understand... I grasp the Concept, I'm going to Greenwich, Connecticut to MANIFEST my Destiny!" Shouted F.Red.1 in a voice that can only be describes as Orgasmic Glee. (OK, maybe Beatific, or Enraptured would work as well)
"Hand me my Twinkie... The Game is Afoot." requested F.Red.1
"I CAN'T hand you a Twinkie... that company was forced out of business by corporate raiders." said Sally. "They live in Greenwich, Connecticut... maybe when you are there you can get one from them."
"Bastards!" shouted F.Red.1
"NOW HOLD IT RIGHT THERE." SAID THE CENSOR. "AS A REPRESENTATIVE OF AN UNNAMED THREE LETTER GOVERNMENT AGENCY, I HEREBY TWIST THE PLOT. FROM NOW ON IT WILL ALL BE BUTTERFLIES, RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS. NONE OF THAT 'TURNER DIARIES' MANIFESTO THINLY DISGUISED AS FICTION."
"But this is My Dream Sequence..." stated Sally. "You can't just march in here and Declare Martial Law... This is not Watertownn, Mass... In MY dreams I AM TRULY FREE."
"NOT EXACTLY... NOT SINCE 9/11/2001." SAID THE CENSOR. "Everything Changed."
AND then the plot twisted...
[fade to a pastoral scene... The Eloi* were relaxing by a river eating grapes and swimming without waiting an hour after lunch.]
"I Say... said one... All those conspiracy theories about Morlocks* seem so silly to me."
"So true, we live in Paradise." responded another...
"What if we took a drive to Chico? It's only 12 miles away. It is Friday Night and there is a free concert in the park... Tonight It's Jeff Pershing... He sings the most positive worldbeat music ever... We could be 'Dancing Beneath the Stars'. "
(~);-} http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7f6EotzN45s {-;(~)
Click on the link above to listen to Jeff Pershing Band...
"Actually, you are misinterpreting what I was saying..." said the Eloi. "When I meant was we live inside a Pair of Dice... Look around you, see the spots? One over there, six over on the opposite wall... Oh NO! Here comes the giant hand to pick us up and roll away... Brace yourself... He bounces the dice off the back wall of the table at the casino. That's a wild ride."
"Come on Seven... Baby needs a brand new pair of shoes!" Exclaimed the Gambler...
...and the dice bounced off the back wall, out of the table, onto the floor and out the door... clearly not a valid roll but when he went outside to retrieve the Pair of Dice, he noticed the wonderful aroma of pine trees... He turned around and there it was, Lake Tahoe.
"Wow, that's some BLUE Water. and look, the Eloi are escaping!"
To Be Continued... Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel...
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