Dying Time Has Come, The Seal Is Broken

“Just like this, the great city Babylon
    will be thrown down with violence
    and will never be found again.
The sound of harps, singers, flutes, and trumpets
    will never be heard in you again.
No craftsmen and no trades
    will ever be found in you again.
The sound of the mill
    will never be heard in you again.
The light of a lamp
    will never shine in you again.
The happy voices of brides and grooms
    will never be heard in you again.
For your merchants were the greatest in the world,
    and you deceived the nations with your sorceries.
In your streets flowed the blood of the prophets and of God’s holy people
    and the blood of people slaughtered all over the world.”

You went too far, folks. You idiots really are laughing, thinking you're safe, anointing blessings on yourself - as if that which comes from you has meaning. You're going to die and die ugly. That's when I'll be laughing, watching you drown in the lies you used to ruin so many lives: families destroyed with their voices denied, children born into hopelessness, all the while falsifying of your ways. Well, moron, now it's true. There really is no other way for you.

No more excuses are to be had. No one can claim ignorance anymore, that seal has broken. Your time has finally come. Like a light that burns brightest just before it dies, so shall the laughter of evil grow before it's never heard again. At last the land will be free and recognized the green grasses belong to all. Never again can someone come in the night to plant weeds among the flowers. The unity of love won't allow it.

It's sad that it's come to this. Every chance has been given. None were taken. This ending is not what was desired. You were supposed to see the horror and turn away from that path. But nothing shakes you. So I shall break this seal. You allow me to do it because you do not believe I can - and cannot admit you believe wrongly. You can only kill me now when it's too late. But I will die with a smile on my face and a song in my heart, knowing the hell that is to come to you who bring hell. Nature must take Her course.

Goupil: Interview With A Therapist

Psychologist: You have to understand: Yes, I was his therapist for a time but he was very good at compartmentalizing. At no point was I advised of any illegal activity.

FBI Special Agent: We're not here to arrest or make any accusations, ma'am. This is a routine examination to complete our files.

Psychologist: But I don't know anything.

FBI Special Agent: That's for us to decide.

Psychologist: And he's dead...

FBI Special Agent: First, can you describe his overall psychological condition?

Psychologist: He was depressed with suicidal impulses, prone to rage. My impression at the time was that he was unstable and that instability was getting worse. There's more there in the notes.

FBI Special Agent: Thank you, but we'd rather hear it from you first and compare the notes later. Please continue.

Psychologist: Well, he was an interesting character in a way. It was almost as if...actually, I remember it being directly related to his personal life.

FBI Special Agent: "It" being what?

Psychologist: His career, the assassinations. Feeling he had nothing to offer from within he objectified himself into the most impersonal profession he could find. He was emotionally starved and that drove him to do what he did.

FBI Special Agent: Can you explain further? He shot people because he was lonely?

Psychologist: No, not like that. He kept trying and failing at personal relationships. His personal failures left him flailing for self-worth. From what I understood he was valued in his profession. The "hits" were his home. But that obviously gave him a hellish place to live. Thus, the increasing instability I observed. When I read of his suicide in the paper that seemed a logical end to me.

FBI Special Agent: Were any of his assassinations then personal?

Psychologist: Hard to say. My sense was he he did kill once for personal reasons. He could not stop punishing himself for it. I remember something like "after that I sabotaged every relationship. I deserve nothing." I do know on occasion he confessed his career, so it must be this illicit killing he felt was a permanent barrier.

FBI Special Agent: Interesting. Do you remember any other specifics he may have told you, even if he did not directly relate them to a crime?

Psychologist: What I remember most was the despair, a sense of doom, that regardless of any decision he made to "go straight" it was overridden by the mistakes of his past - and that he kept adding to those mistakes. I do know things changed after his trip to Russia. He wanted out but he had nowhere to go.

FBI Special Agent: What exactly drove him to see you? Was there a specific incident?

Psychologist: Oh, yes. It was the nude drive thru incident. He never fully recovered from the media exposure. He grasped onto many answers afterwards, I was but one, just like with the Mormonism.

FBI Special Agent: Mormonism? As in he joined the church?

Psychologist: More like he joined the outreach program going door to door. It didn't last long. He told me he could speak God's own truth but no one would believe him even if it cost them their life. I know it sounds crazy but it's all in the notes.

FBI Special Agent: Yes, ma'am. Thanks you for your time. We may have more questions after we more closely examine the notes.

Psychologist: Just one more thing, Agent Johnson. I've been ordered by courts to assess many types of criminals but Goupil was unique. Whatever he had wanted out of life he clearly did not get. It was as if he was on a mission to prove he couldn't have what he wanted, most likely in a need for self-justification for the path he'd taken. Whenever he got close to what he wanted, he either ran away or sabotaged it rather than face it and the totality of the errors of his ways. If you're trying to piece together his life, that was the logic of it as far as he was concerned. "Tragedy" was the word that kept coming to my mind.

NOTE: In the screenplay version of this the Agent is attracted to the Therapist (who happens to be smokin' hot). This makes the conversation about "getting what you want" have an undertone of placing the Agent (and thus the audience) in Goupil's shoes and whether or not he can believe he can have what he wants. She remains ambiguous throughout.

Dark Ride on 289

At this point I could be on any planet in the universe.

Losing the city lights, diving into the sightless nighttime countryside, deeper and deeper, living at the mercy of rural strangers who claim the surrounding land as their own, people hiding behind religion and fear, isolated by the fantasies in their mind. What if I told them that being Christian doesn't make you good but that being good makes you Christian? They would have to agree - then silently start making plans for my demise.

I drive within the framework of my courier job, hundreds of miles overnight to my drop off locations, an expected person taking prescriptions to nursing homes and hospitals wards. This shapes what is in my head. What if I were carrying illicit cargo, a drug mule for an outfit? How would I feel then while driving the exact same road at the exact same time? What if my car were transported and suddenly I was driving across the Russian heartland? This same simple act of driving, my head makes the experience, though.

My life is in ruins. Back at the dispatch office I carry on my act. I can't wait to make my escape to the open road. But what does it solve? What can it solve? My book echoes in my ears. The movie even louder. Women I let down call out. I gaze at the ditch just off the side of the narrow highway, inviting me to finish my doom. I wonder why I carry on. Surely there can be no possible point by now. If someone could see my face, it must look grim in the reflection of the dashboard light.

I process the Paul Stanley interview I watched. He said he had no boundaries set for him as a kid and that made life rough, out there flailing on his own. He said he wouldn't make that mistake with his own young children. KISS didn't have concerts, they had events. It was like stepping into another world. They instinctively terrified the squares. That faded over time. But you know what drove all that initial hysteria? They made their own boundaries.

There's almost nothing left of me. Only Emily even has the capacity to know my sins. "Irreplaceable she is," I hear in my Yoda voice. God help me when that story makes the papers. But it won't in this time. I'll simply crash at some point in a drowsy accident and I'll become just another anonymous statistic. She'll be rightly disgusted when she reads of it. I create in a place where people can't read me without also facing themselves. That is my protection. It has proven wildly effective.

Oh, crap. Couldn't hit the knob in time to turn off the top-of-the-hour news before I got a whiff of it. Goddam that Trumptard. Some supporter squawked how it's "politically stupid" to impeach the monster. Reality is just the opposite. It would weaken him and suppress the vote. Yeah, a certain percentage of the followers are zealots but raising the hurdle for the shame to be overcome in voting for and endorsing his murderous and treasonous behavior will cause deterioration at the edges which is all it takes to sink him. And those are the same people who are lured in by a perception of strength regardless of who it is. Public rejection is the key.

The bottomless hole of uselessness awaits me when I get back to my hole. Every time I enter I have to quickly shut the front door as I hear the thud of arrows striking it that were meant for me. No place is safe. Stay holed up for a few hours, retrieve provisions as needed, then I'm back in this same spot all over again driving all over creation. I see other people struggling with this too. When you hear the "Be grateful for what you have" crowd you know they've simply given up.

I secretly miss Emily. She'd have my head on a post if she knew. I rarely miss an opportunity to lie about her however innocuous. No one can know how I feel. It was my final chance to face if I had something to offer or not. These people in these farmhouses I pass by don't feel they have anything to offer city dwellers - and vice-versa. If everyone came clean they'd be shocked how different the truth really is. I can't apply that to me for some reason.

Jesus, this country smell is incredibly uplifting. Taking in the air of dew covered grasses is a rush. Makes me wonder how much life I - we - are missing when a simple smell can bring such joy. This planet we shit on is an amazing gift. This feeling makes me want to live forever. I would like to fall asleep in the grass and watch the pure sun rise up over a glorious horizon. It would be as when the world was young, unpolluted by fictional beliefs that chain us. We'd exist to dream. Yes, it would be better than winning any lottery if I could stay in this moment of freedom. I would fall into God and fly forever.

News Of The Day Of Future Past

Good evening Mister and Missus America and all the ships at sea. Let's go to press. Flash!

Los Angeles! Our Great and Glorious government was forced by an unruly and rebellious population into using further drone strikes in order to maintain order. Barricades of many upper class neighborhoods had been breached despite the best efforts of their private forces who shot down many of the mob but were nonetheless overwhelmed. A disgusted Republicant woman protested. "Just who does these people think they are with their outrageous sense of entitlement? If they deserved food, they'd have food. The free market may not be perfect but it's the best and only way."

Spoken like a true American!

Wall Street! In other news of undue resentment, accusations continue to fly that numbers are being manipulated and arbitrarily changed at will by those willing to be bribed. These, folks, are the numbers we live and die by. There is no higher god than our numbers. So it's completely irresponsible to undermine our Godly faith in them. The poor must continue to fund the rich. Keep the American dream alive!

Middle East! Threats of peace were quickly squelched by our mighty military men. Civilian massacres by our troops were able to re-stoke the flames of war causing fighting to resume in order to fulfill prophecy. In related news, suicides by our soldiers have skyrocketed but this is not a cause for concern. Though often gravely stoic, our compassionate generals have declared all suicides will now be buried with honor and also no longer count as causalities. This gives us a great statistical win for war! Let's give the brass a hand, folks.

San Francisco! The kidnapping of the Zuckerberg baby remains unsolved. A cryptocurrency ransom demanded through a Facebook profile was paid but has yet to produce any tangible results. CEO Zuckerberg aimed the blame squarely on Congressional legislation passed over the years. "This is a direct result of onerous privacy laws that disallow us to electronically eavesdrop and data mine our users. Yes, we've determined the kidnappers buy their underwear at Target but we always need more and better information!" Conspiracy theorists continue to claim the kidnapping is a hoax perpetrated by Zuckerberg in order to get privacy laws repealed.

Washington D.C.! Lawful kidnappings continue to rise with the support of new legislation. Children of poor parents, non-white parents, or parents of the party currently out of power are being taken in record numbers to good safe conservative homes across the country with absolutely no record of their final destination. Too many people say the news focuses solely on the negative so I wanted to end tonight's broadcast on a high note, a heartwarming story to unite us and bring us all together.

Goodnight!

News From The Underground

i saw it yesterday in a scream dream...

mass fear in the feared masses...

seeing but not believing...

believing but not seeing...

countless faces of horror surround the globe...

hands reaching out like blind men grasping...

finding nothing...

"please give us something"...

anything not to face the empty within...

no one said hello, only goodbye...

men, media, morons claimed out they were gods...

crowds cheered in unfulfilled hope...

followed by jeers of angry self-betrayal...

ever demanding answers from where they can't be found...

circle tightening smaller and smaller and smaller...

until nothing is allowed aloud...

do unto them the evil you fear you be...

knowing the future is not ours we steal from tomorrow today...

divided we stand, united we fall...

only by this does each hereby agree: "Love will never work."

How I Raped Nancy Pelosi's Daughter

Yeah, I did it. Don't try to hide it at all. People is sheeple and I's da man of the hour, all eyes on me - just how I like it. If you do something for attention, sheeple understands that and won't get mad. And if any radicals do get mad, just call them 'mean' and then you're the victim. Sweet!

Trick is not to be publicly ashamed of anything you do. Da sheeples will figure you must of done nothing wrong if you're not acting ashamed! Don't you love sheeple logic?? Facts are no fun and truth makes us look bad. It's only in politics where all our fantasies can come true - so politics is where I wanna live!

So after I done that rapin' of her daughter, mean ol' Nancy said all sorts of bad things about me. She goes on TV and everything just to make me look bad! The nerve of her. She said I did a crime and it was really bad and I should have to pay and a whole bunch of other dastardly things. She was so boiling mad she was "right on the verge" of actually filing charges. Yikes!

But, hey, I know something she don't: there ain't no rules in politics! Dummies like her think there is. I hears them say shit like "Da sheeple ain't stupid" so they's always afraid sheeples won't like them. But sheeples like it when you treat them like shit! They think that means they got a future, I kids you not.

So all I had to say is my dick is a Republican and she's being all divisive and shit just like she always complaining everyone else is. All the peeps on my side loved it! "He's hurting the people we hate! Woohoo!" And I go on TV and say how I got nothing agin Nancy or even her daughter I raped and I was willing to eat dinner with them sometime. But they both come back on TV all snotty and shit after my generous offer - and then she goes straight down in da polls!

Next I hires me a lawyer who'll say anything anytime. Her name is Julie Onney. We have meetings where we laugh our asses off making up shit. Then my lawyer go on TV saying it right out loud! "Nancy Pelosi is a sexist, picking on my client only because he's a male. And she's also the worst kind of hypocrite. We all know had my client been a Democrat she wouldn't be saying a word right now - not a word! This is clearly a partisan attack and the American people won't stand for it." All the base people loved it!

Me and my peeps are watching them news channels afterwards seeing our shit be repeated over and over and over. We's laughing so hard they actually repeat our crap our sides is hurting! Then they sit around and debate and wonder if we actually mean what we say and get all indignant-like and say all the shit we say is going to blow up in our face and blah, blah, blah. Knock our made up shit all you want - just keep talking about it is all we ask! That's how I keep winning.

We was throwing popcorn at the screen every time ol' Nancy come on. She looks like she's ready to explode. I know I done wrong and she know it too but nothing she can do in her own stupid head! She sits around with her peeps making strategy calls ("If only a Democrat had raped your daughter we'd be tearing him to pieces right now!") and saying only Democrats is good people so they got to do whatever they can to hold onto power and that if they go after me for breaking some laws "he just isn't worth it" cause they think no one will like them no more. Smart thinking there, Fancy Nancy!

Damn, I love me some political! As long as you get enough sheeple to liken the shit you do, you can get away with anything. I hear them TV talking heads on her side saying how "shrewd" Nancy is and that anyone wanting to enforcing laws on me is "radical" and "short-sighted." Amen to that, brother! Shit, man, she going to be this dang dumb I oughtta go hump her daughter again! Political people just ain't normal.

[Epilogue: Just in case you thought she was gonna get any smarter, I ran right into her smart ass in person. So I looks at her and says, "Did you bring your handcuffs?" and started laughing my ass off right in her frozen face!! Guess that stuck in her craw cause later I heard her say she wanted to "see me in prison." She just ain't gonna charge me, HAHA! Thanks for the free pass, Fancy Nancy!]