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WFW Merrython: Felix Red vs. Bloodhunt
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This is who we are
(CUEUP: “Millennium theme” by Mark Snow…)
(Felix Red is sitting on the floor of his office, dreadlocks newly dyed black and purple, is in the “F*ck Maelstrom” T-shirt and black dickies, wrapped in the American flag, calling to mind the image of child and his security blanket…)
“the president who destroyed the world”
The trick is to not go mad with power…but now that I’ve said that out loud it seems like a bit of a lost cause…
The likes of Manson and Copycat have been calling LOVE an ineffectual joke since the beginning. I agree with them from time to time. But there used to be those who would argue that the Inner Circle was something other than a joke. Something important. Something profound. Something we’d all remember. In the end, now the beginning, they weren’t even interesting. Because that’s how I decided it would end.
I made certain concessions to Sean Edmunds to initiate Maelstrom’s professional molestation. Maybe it was cowardly to end Maelstrom on paper when I could have ended him in the flesh, but this way, someday soon, I’ll visit a Starbucks on Pandora Island, and a once mighty war god will serve me a mocha late. This is the true legacy of the Inner Circle. An already blurry memory, useful only as a testament to how easily and gleefully I’ll ruin someone’s life.
But this isn’t anything new. What is more significant, is Anarky and myself were faced with the two best power wrestlers in the world, and probably the best tag team in the world. They all fell, and one of them isn’t getting up again. It wasn’t honest. Far from it. But isn’t that how I said it would be?
And contrary to the case my painted stablemate might make, that actually is something.
Anarky’s problem is he confuses nihilism with fatalism. If part of him deep down wasn’t still waiting for a light at the end of whatever tunnel he’s in, he wouldn’t get so upset about never quite grasping this shiny pretty absolution he says doesn’t exist. Of course, when he says that, he’s right. And I am already mired in accusations and speculation from the always irritating online smartmark gallery. Maybe the deal I struck with Edmunds was that he’d sort of get a title match at Anarky’s expense, but maybe it was something else. Maybe I betrayed my stablemate, maybe not. Maybe things are always more complicated than they appear. If it really was as simple as Circles Good Squares Bad, then how could things have possibly come to this?
Maybe good and evil are concepts invented by people like me to fool everyone else into thinking they know where they stand. Maybe that’s true, but if it is, then how can it be true, when truth was another one of our own clever little innovations?
At one point during the Clinton administration the Sudanese government had Osama Bin Laden in custody. They offered to hand him over to the U.S. in exchange for the lifting of trade sanctions. But power means never having to make compromises. So we waved a diplomatic middle finger at the Sudan, and they eventually let Bin Laden go free.
The mainstream broke the story yesterday that Bush and company could have stopped the 9/11 attacks. But you need an enemy to be a hero, and the weak and frightened will curl into a fetal position at the feet of anyone who promises to protect them from a threatening outside world. Children don’t get to tell their fathers what to do. Daddy can get drunk and beat mommy senseless, and all little Timmy can do is hide in his bedroom and play with toy dinosaurs. You know what lead me to think our government probably had some connection to 9/11? Common sense. But logic can only scratch the surface of the real conspiracy, which goes far deeper than any oil companies…
The fundamentalist Christian influence on the neo conservatives upsets some, but what everyone is afraid to say is you don’t get to have a separation between church and state when there’s no difference between nations and organized religions….
During world war two, the secret inner order of the S.S. toyed with necromancy while Aleister Crowley worked for MI5, and the U.S. had the self proclaimed Antichrist, Jack Parsons, building bombs…
It’s been said but never proven that the Skull and Bones fraternal order, of which George W. Bush, John Kerry, and numerous high ranking agents of the CIA are all members, is the American branch of the Illuminati.
Coinciding with the new millennium, World War Three will be a holy war between The crusaders or infidels of the west and the Islamic terrorists or freedom fighters of the middle east. This will not be a war for money or power. This will be for what Evangelicals call “the rapture.” What Buddhists call “nirvana.” What Thelemists call “the true will.”
The light at the end of the tunnel. The truth. God.
What if the enochian angles came to destroy the world, but failed? For example, if two of them got fired. What if the agents of god himself were too incompetent to fulfill his prophecy? Would mankind do the angels jobs for them, and never stop to wonder if they had a choice not to?
Every prophecy is self fulfilling. All of this is just a recording of a recording of a recording. But who made the original tapes, and what has been taped over?...Who were you, before we stuffed you with good and evil and truth and god and your race and your laws and your Wal-Mart values and your whole f(bleep)king identity?
This is who we are, but this is not who we are.
So Bloodhunt, tell me about the truth. Tell me the government’s corrupt. Tell me I, the de facto government of our company is corrupt. I’ll tell you having faith in lies means there’s no such thing as corruption. When there's no light at the end of the tunnel, I can do whatever I want, and I mustn't slow down or hold back, for the time is near.
(CUEUP: “Millennium theme” by Mark Snow…)
(Felix Red is sitting on the floor of his office, dreadlocks newly dyed black and purple, is in the “F*ck Maelstrom” T-shirt and black dickies, wrapped in the American flag, calling to mind the image of child and his security blanket…)
“the president who destroyed the world”
The trick is to not go mad with power…but now that I’ve said that out loud it seems like a bit of a lost cause…
The likes of Manson and Copycat have been calling LOVE an ineffectual joke since the beginning. I agree with them from time to time. But there used to be those who would argue that the Inner Circle was something other than a joke. Something important. Something profound. Something we’d all remember. In the end, now the beginning, they weren’t even interesting. Because that’s how I decided it would end.
I made certain concessions to Sean Edmunds to initiate Maelstrom’s professional molestation. Maybe it was cowardly to end Maelstrom on paper when I could have ended him in the flesh, but this way, someday soon, I’ll visit a Starbucks on Pandora Island, and a once mighty war god will serve me a mocha late. This is the true legacy of the Inner Circle. An already blurry memory, useful only as a testament to how easily and gleefully I’ll ruin someone’s life.
But this isn’t anything new. What is more significant, is Anarky and myself were faced with the two best power wrestlers in the world, and probably the best tag team in the world. They all fell, and one of them isn’t getting up again. It wasn’t honest. Far from it. But isn’t that how I said it would be?
And contrary to the case my painted stablemate might make, that actually is something.
Anarky’s problem is he confuses nihilism with fatalism. If part of him deep down wasn’t still waiting for a light at the end of whatever tunnel he’s in, he wouldn’t get so upset about never quite grasping this shiny pretty absolution he says doesn’t exist. Of course, when he says that, he’s right. And I am already mired in accusations and speculation from the always irritating online smartmark gallery. Maybe the deal I struck with Edmunds was that he’d sort of get a title match at Anarky’s expense, but maybe it was something else. Maybe I betrayed my stablemate, maybe not. Maybe things are always more complicated than they appear. If it really was as simple as Circles Good Squares Bad, then how could things have possibly come to this?
Maybe good and evil are concepts invented by people like me to fool everyone else into thinking they know where they stand. Maybe that’s true, but if it is, then how can it be true, when truth was another one of our own clever little innovations?
At one point during the Clinton administration the Sudanese government had Osama Bin Laden in custody. They offered to hand him over to the U.S. in exchange for the lifting of trade sanctions. But power means never having to make compromises. So we waved a diplomatic middle finger at the Sudan, and they eventually let Bin Laden go free.
The mainstream broke the story yesterday that Bush and company could have stopped the 9/11 attacks. But you need an enemy to be a hero, and the weak and frightened will curl into a fetal position at the feet of anyone who promises to protect them from a threatening outside world. Children don’t get to tell their fathers what to do. Daddy can get drunk and beat mommy senseless, and all little Timmy can do is hide in his bedroom and play with toy dinosaurs. You know what lead me to think our government probably had some connection to 9/11? Common sense. But logic can only scratch the surface of the real conspiracy, which goes far deeper than any oil companies…
The fundamentalist Christian influence on the neo conservatives upsets some, but what everyone is afraid to say is you don’t get to have a separation between church and state when there’s no difference between nations and organized religions….
During world war two, the secret inner order of the S.S. toyed with necromancy while Aleister Crowley worked for MI5, and the U.S. had the self proclaimed Antichrist, Jack Parsons, building bombs…
It’s been said but never proven that the Skull and Bones fraternal order, of which George W. Bush, John Kerry, and numerous high ranking agents of the CIA are all members, is the American branch of the Illuminati.
Coinciding with the new millennium, World War Three will be a holy war between The crusaders or infidels of the west and the Islamic terrorists or freedom fighters of the middle east. This will not be a war for money or power. This will be for what Evangelicals call “the rapture.” What Buddhists call “nirvana.” What Thelemists call “the true will.”
The light at the end of the tunnel. The truth. God.
What if the enochian angles came to destroy the world, but failed? For example, if two of them got fired. What if the agents of god himself were too incompetent to fulfill his prophecy? Would mankind do the angels jobs for them, and never stop to wonder if they had a choice not to?
Every prophecy is self fulfilling. All of this is just a recording of a recording of a recording. But who made the original tapes, and what has been taped over?...Who were you, before we stuffed you with good and evil and truth and god and your race and your laws and your Wal-Mart values and your whole f(bleep)king identity?
This is who we are, but this is not who we are.
So Bloodhunt, tell me about the truth. Tell me the government’s corrupt. Tell me I, the de facto government of our company is corrupt. I’ll tell you having faith in lies means there’s no such thing as corruption. When there's no light at the end of the tunnel, I can do whatever I want, and I mustn't slow down or hold back, for the time is near.
The Great Eye
I came to cut you up
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(FADEIN: JFK riding in a non-Dallas motorcade, cheering throngs salute the POTUS.
CUTTP: BLOODHUNT standing in front of a still photo of Kennedy. Bloodhunt is wearing Desert Camo and a black "Headshot" T-Shirt.)
BLOODHUNT: "It's so wonderful to listen to somebody so ill-informed, we'll get to that in a moment. First, geez Felix, I thought we were having a match, instead I get a sermon on LOVE, on Anarky's mental state, on what LOVE means in WFW. I half expected at some point in this speech you were going to just say 'sorry I gotta hit the can for a moment, while I'm away, Patriots, dynasty or not, discuss.'
I mean geez...(raises hand) Me here, the opponent, nothing about JFK, no 9/11, nothing about wearing a tin foil hat? Can't give me anything? I mean, if I'd have fired the first shot here in our little sparring march of mic spots, I woulda blown some smoke up your ass about being President and what all that means, I would have given ya the time of day most assuredly.
Since you have failed to give me that, well, screw you Prez boy. I don't care about your pithy catchphased gang, or your bogus title as President which as far as I can tell, is about as meaningful as county dog catcher.
Then, I guess in an effort to engage me on a political level, because I am if nothing else a politcal animal, you bring up bogus RNC spin-points about Bin Laden being offered to Clinton by Sudan.
You know who made that offer? Terrorists In Sudan, not the Sudan goverment, the US as a matter of policy, does not work through third party groups to deal with these situations, they deal directly with the goverments of that nation. Sudan never offered Bin Laden up to Clinton, Clinton never had that option. The right has spent endless time pimping this lie to the public every chance they get, but they know they are lying, hell now they have you, on the TV poisoning the minds of wrestling fans on the bogus nature of Clinton's failures to get Bin Laden.
The 9/11 report even debunks this, it's just not true. Clinton, who as far as I'm concerned was a scumbag of a man personally and not morally fit to lead this nation, did on the issue of terrorism have a clue.
Bush, who may through his own brand of stupidity, may even be more immoral then the skirt chasing dirtbag who he followed into the office, did allow 9/11 to happen. He could have been warned 1,000 times, he would have ignored it. He was rudderless, directionless, utterly without support or backing, he needed something, and he got it in the 'terrorist attacks' of 9/11.
So you're right there, good job...As for the Skull and Bones, and the Illuminati, I prefer to call them "The Patroits" as per Metal Gear Solid 2 and 3. Again, wonderful to think about such things, such evils that plague our world, but in the end, what will you do about them?
You lament their power, you bring them up, then forget about them. You go on the standard teen-agnst 'the world sucks, screw wal-mart, woe is me' crap...
You need to wake up
America and the world needs to wake up.
Whatever combination of drugs you have in your system, it seems to me that it's getting you to the place where you need to be, to where you'll finally wake up and fight against the system that controls you, that can throw you in jail without reason for life. You need to fight it Felix...
But tragically, while you're trying to wake up, you have to be put down. You have to be beaten by me in the ring. It's the nature of our business, the weak are slaughtered by the strong. You may be entertaining, you may even have your heart in the right place, but you need to get your head straight, and maybe, just maybe the beating I give you, will get you there.
I thought I'd be more upset with you then it turns out I am Red. I almost wish I didn't have to hurt you, but that's how it goes...So you go down, maybe after the match you'll sound like me you'll blame a conspiracy, you'll look for a 2nd gunman, you'll check study the photos like they were the "LIFE" Cover shot of Oswald to prove they were faked.
In the end Red, in that ring, there will be no conspiracy...No Skull and Bones, no Papal plots, it will be the work of a sole assassin, and there will be no need for a goverment report to explain it...The facts will be cut and dry...
You will be beaten, by the Lone Gunman...(FADEOUT)
CUTTP: BLOODHUNT standing in front of a still photo of Kennedy. Bloodhunt is wearing Desert Camo and a black "Headshot" T-Shirt.)
BLOODHUNT: "It's so wonderful to listen to somebody so ill-informed, we'll get to that in a moment. First, geez Felix, I thought we were having a match, instead I get a sermon on LOVE, on Anarky's mental state, on what LOVE means in WFW. I half expected at some point in this speech you were going to just say 'sorry I gotta hit the can for a moment, while I'm away, Patriots, dynasty or not, discuss.'
I mean geez...(raises hand) Me here, the opponent, nothing about JFK, no 9/11, nothing about wearing a tin foil hat? Can't give me anything? I mean, if I'd have fired the first shot here in our little sparring march of mic spots, I woulda blown some smoke up your ass about being President and what all that means, I would have given ya the time of day most assuredly.
Since you have failed to give me that, well, screw you Prez boy. I don't care about your pithy catchphased gang, or your bogus title as President which as far as I can tell, is about as meaningful as county dog catcher.
Then, I guess in an effort to engage me on a political level, because I am if nothing else a politcal animal, you bring up bogus RNC spin-points about Bin Laden being offered to Clinton by Sudan.
You know who made that offer? Terrorists In Sudan, not the Sudan goverment, the US as a matter of policy, does not work through third party groups to deal with these situations, they deal directly with the goverments of that nation. Sudan never offered Bin Laden up to Clinton, Clinton never had that option. The right has spent endless time pimping this lie to the public every chance they get, but they know they are lying, hell now they have you, on the TV poisoning the minds of wrestling fans on the bogus nature of Clinton's failures to get Bin Laden.
The 9/11 report even debunks this, it's just not true. Clinton, who as far as I'm concerned was a scumbag of a man personally and not morally fit to lead this nation, did on the issue of terrorism have a clue.
Bush, who may through his own brand of stupidity, may even be more immoral then the skirt chasing dirtbag who he followed into the office, did allow 9/11 to happen. He could have been warned 1,000 times, he would have ignored it. He was rudderless, directionless, utterly without support or backing, he needed something, and he got it in the 'terrorist attacks' of 9/11.
So you're right there, good job...As for the Skull and Bones, and the Illuminati, I prefer to call them "The Patroits" as per Metal Gear Solid 2 and 3. Again, wonderful to think about such things, such evils that plague our world, but in the end, what will you do about them?
You lament their power, you bring them up, then forget about them. You go on the standard teen-agnst 'the world sucks, screw wal-mart, woe is me' crap...
You need to wake up
America and the world needs to wake up.
Whatever combination of drugs you have in your system, it seems to me that it's getting you to the place where you need to be, to where you'll finally wake up and fight against the system that controls you, that can throw you in jail without reason for life. You need to fight it Felix...
But tragically, while you're trying to wake up, you have to be put down. You have to be beaten by me in the ring. It's the nature of our business, the weak are slaughtered by the strong. You may be entertaining, you may even have your heart in the right place, but you need to get your head straight, and maybe, just maybe the beating I give you, will get you there.
I thought I'd be more upset with you then it turns out I am Red. I almost wish I didn't have to hurt you, but that's how it goes...So you go down, maybe after the match you'll sound like me you'll blame a conspiracy, you'll look for a 2nd gunman, you'll check study the photos like they were the "LIFE" Cover shot of Oswald to prove they were faked.
In the end Red, in that ring, there will be no conspiracy...No Skull and Bones, no Papal plots, it will be the work of a sole assassin, and there will be no need for a goverment report to explain it...The facts will be cut and dry...
You will be beaten, by the Lone Gunman...(FADEOUT)
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this show's no good....(SFX: BANG) Pow!!!
“Conscious looking is a search for the verification of the notions that impel the search, and all ways has a circular mirroring element within it” – Genesis P-Orridge
(CUEUP: “What do they know??” by Mindless Self Indulgence…)
(Felix Red is sitting in his office, leaning back in his chair, feet up on the desk, three empty cans of Rock Star energy drink scattered on said desk. There’s four TVs on, all with the sound turned off, set up Elvis style ontop of one another on the other side of the room. One TV in tuned to Bill O’Reilly having sex with the corpses of Iraqi children, the other is playing the ending of “Bowling for Columbine” where Michael Moore forces Charleston Hesten to give him a blow job at gun point, another is showing the Sponge Bob Square Pants episode where Sponge Bob and the pink thing that’s his friend somehow manage to have gay sex, the final screen shows random WFW clips, including Bloodhunt’s last interview. Felix stares blankly up at the ceiling, clove cigarette hanging out of his mouth, arms hanging limping across the back of the chair, black “F*ck Maelstrom” T-shirt, black dickies, neon red sneakers…)
“the boy who destroyed the world”
Have you ever heard of lucid dreaming, Bloodhunt?...
The idea here is, with practice, you become aware of yourself while you’re exploring your own subconscious, and learn to control every aspect of your dream. What you look like. Where you are. Who or what you’re f(bleep)king. The next level of this is astral projection, where you don’t just dream yourself somewhere, you will yourself somewhere…Although there’s only so many places that would be really interesting to visit when everyone else is asleep…especially while you were incorporeal…
But then what about lucid waking? What about doing the same thing in the conscious realm? How much LSD or cough syrup did Hitler take before his madness ebbed and flowed into the rest of the third Reich?
What I didn’t know about the Clinton-Sudan thing was how the right wing was using it to detour the notion of responsibility off Bush, although I see how they could. Fox News didn’t tell me about any of that, you see. I read about it in a Noam Chomsky book.
The point I was trying to make, if I had a point at all, was just because Bush let 9/11 happen doesn’t mean Clinton didn’t also let it happen.
And what, you ask, do I plan to do about that? Exploit the situation. It’s not that I recognize the problem and feel powerless to change things. It’s that when you understand the problem, it isn’t a problem at all.
Like I said, there’s no such thing as corruption. Most of the time I say things are a certain way, and the people around me will engineer the actualization of my lies. Nonsense becomes fact, and what was fact becomes completely ludicrous..
The same mechanisms that murdered JFK and all those people in New York also made me WFW president, and maintains a society and lifestyle very few would walk away from, even if they realized they could….Anytime they felt like it.
I don’t get the impression you’re one of those, Bloodhunt.
Once I rebelled against the administration. Now I am the administration. It has become clear to me that all along, I was both…The snake, you see, (draws a circle in the air with his finger) eats itself. The conspiracy is not a question; such as “who,” “why,” or “how.” It is a statement; “Us.” The only question is not one of justice or truth, but of personal aesthetics.
Do you like this world, Bloodhunt? You can rip it to pieces and put it back together, but you haven’t, or you aren’t, or you wont. This is who you are. This is the truth. This is what you want. Your dream come true. Except, well, obviously it isn’t, and this is not who you are.
It’s unfortunate that you’ve grown so very forlorn in regards to our mutual expulsion of random violence. Your sense of misplaced morality needn’t keep getting the better of you, Blood Hunter. It stopped happening to me a quite a while ago now, and I’m glad, because I get a lot more done in a day when I don’t need reasons why…
I’m going to hit you as hard as I can, so you’d better hit me back with at least equal force, or else you will fail in your mission. I will not be put down, I will not wake up, and you will have wasted your time.
Except that it’s been established that a vigorous beating isn’t enough to put me down in any meaningful way, and I when I wake up I’ll keep day dreaming, so you’ll be wasting your time anyway…Remember? In the end, they did have Richard Nixon to kick around for a while longer.
It’s curious. Someone obsessed with government cover ups should realize there’s no such thing as simplicity. No such thing as “facts” when your own observance of any thing changes the thing itself. Ask any two cops if anyone ever describes the same event the same way. What the world wants when it’s electrocuting a stranger is a man in a lab coat to tell them not to feel guilty. If the gods we invented for the same reason tell us the sky is neon yellow then the sky will become that…and if one says it is still blue, one is a liar…
The truth will not set you free. Quite the opposite, actually. The truth will someday destroy our very way of life. But lies will set you free. And lies, and madness, will be the only things to preserve a humanity returned (draws another circle in the air) to the way it was before.
I hope all this gives you something to mull over, Blood Hunter, for a little while at least, until more pressing matters take precedent in your thoughts, when the time is near….
“Conscious looking is a search for the verification of the notions that impel the search, and all ways has a circular mirroring element within it” – Genesis P-Orridge
(CUEUP: “What do they know??” by Mindless Self Indulgence…)
(Felix Red is sitting in his office, leaning back in his chair, feet up on the desk, three empty cans of Rock Star energy drink scattered on said desk. There’s four TVs on, all with the sound turned off, set up Elvis style ontop of one another on the other side of the room. One TV in tuned to Bill O’Reilly having sex with the corpses of Iraqi children, the other is playing the ending of “Bowling for Columbine” where Michael Moore forces Charleston Hesten to give him a blow job at gun point, another is showing the Sponge Bob Square Pants episode where Sponge Bob and the pink thing that’s his friend somehow manage to have gay sex, the final screen shows random WFW clips, including Bloodhunt’s last interview. Felix stares blankly up at the ceiling, clove cigarette hanging out of his mouth, arms hanging limping across the back of the chair, black “F*ck Maelstrom” T-shirt, black dickies, neon red sneakers…)
“the boy who destroyed the world”
Have you ever heard of lucid dreaming, Bloodhunt?...
The idea here is, with practice, you become aware of yourself while you’re exploring your own subconscious, and learn to control every aspect of your dream. What you look like. Where you are. Who or what you’re f(bleep)king. The next level of this is astral projection, where you don’t just dream yourself somewhere, you will yourself somewhere…Although there’s only so many places that would be really interesting to visit when everyone else is asleep…especially while you were incorporeal…
But then what about lucid waking? What about doing the same thing in the conscious realm? How much LSD or cough syrup did Hitler take before his madness ebbed and flowed into the rest of the third Reich?
What I didn’t know about the Clinton-Sudan thing was how the right wing was using it to detour the notion of responsibility off Bush, although I see how they could. Fox News didn’t tell me about any of that, you see. I read about it in a Noam Chomsky book.
The point I was trying to make, if I had a point at all, was just because Bush let 9/11 happen doesn’t mean Clinton didn’t also let it happen.
And what, you ask, do I plan to do about that? Exploit the situation. It’s not that I recognize the problem and feel powerless to change things. It’s that when you understand the problem, it isn’t a problem at all.
Like I said, there’s no such thing as corruption. Most of the time I say things are a certain way, and the people around me will engineer the actualization of my lies. Nonsense becomes fact, and what was fact becomes completely ludicrous..
The same mechanisms that murdered JFK and all those people in New York also made me WFW president, and maintains a society and lifestyle very few would walk away from, even if they realized they could….Anytime they felt like it.
I don’t get the impression you’re one of those, Bloodhunt.
Once I rebelled against the administration. Now I am the administration. It has become clear to me that all along, I was both…The snake, you see, (draws a circle in the air with his finger) eats itself. The conspiracy is not a question; such as “who,” “why,” or “how.” It is a statement; “Us.” The only question is not one of justice or truth, but of personal aesthetics.
Do you like this world, Bloodhunt? You can rip it to pieces and put it back together, but you haven’t, or you aren’t, or you wont. This is who you are. This is the truth. This is what you want. Your dream come true. Except, well, obviously it isn’t, and this is not who you are.
It’s unfortunate that you’ve grown so very forlorn in regards to our mutual expulsion of random violence. Your sense of misplaced morality needn’t keep getting the better of you, Blood Hunter. It stopped happening to me a quite a while ago now, and I’m glad, because I get a lot more done in a day when I don’t need reasons why…
I’m going to hit you as hard as I can, so you’d better hit me back with at least equal force, or else you will fail in your mission. I will not be put down, I will not wake up, and you will have wasted your time.
Except that it’s been established that a vigorous beating isn’t enough to put me down in any meaningful way, and I when I wake up I’ll keep day dreaming, so you’ll be wasting your time anyway…Remember? In the end, they did have Richard Nixon to kick around for a while longer.
It’s curious. Someone obsessed with government cover ups should realize there’s no such thing as simplicity. No such thing as “facts” when your own observance of any thing changes the thing itself. Ask any two cops if anyone ever describes the same event the same way. What the world wants when it’s electrocuting a stranger is a man in a lab coat to tell them not to feel guilty. If the gods we invented for the same reason tell us the sky is neon yellow then the sky will become that…and if one says it is still blue, one is a liar…
The truth will not set you free. Quite the opposite, actually. The truth will someday destroy our very way of life. But lies will set you free. And lies, and madness, will be the only things to preserve a humanity returned (draws another circle in the air) to the way it was before.
I hope all this gives you something to mull over, Blood Hunter, for a little while at least, until more pressing matters take precedent in your thoughts, when the time is near….
The Great Eye
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(FADEIN: Bloodhunt standing in front of a poster of Laurence Fishburne in his iconic role as Morpheus. The poster is a screen capture showing the reflection of Morpheus's two hands in his sunglasses, in one hand is a blue pill, in the other, is a red pill.)
BLOODHUNT: I listen to you Red, and I swear that I half expect that our match isn't going to be a match at all...But rather that I'm going to in the back when I'll be arrested and brought to the ring...
(CUTTO: Suddenly the scene changes, and we see BOGUS FELIX RED DRESSED AS AGENT SMITH sitting behind a table, BLOODHUNT, wearing a business suit, looked worried sitting across from him. BOGUS PYSCHO DRESSED AS AGENT BROWN and BOGUS AGENT JONES DRESSED AS AGENT JONES stand on either side of BLOODHUNT.)
BOGUS RED: "Mr. Garfield...It appears you're living two lives...In one of these lives you're Richard R. Garfield, you have a lovely wife, you're expecting a child...(Looks up at BLOODHUNT, speaks with total lack of empathy or sincerity) congratulations...You pay the rent on time, you even help the landlady...Take out the garbage...
In the other life, you go by the name "Bloodhunt" and have cast doubts on about every event that's ever happened in the history of humanity. From the murders of the Kennedy's to 9/11, to the fact that John Kasey kicked the ball out of bounds, giving Tom Brady and the Patriots a short field to get in position for the game winning kick."
BLOODHUNT: "Somebody got to him, he's a pro, no way in hell he couldn't find the field of play..."
BOGUS RED: "I'm sorry Mr. Garfield, but the Lombardi, or soon to re-named Belichick as it were, is staying in Foxboro...as for you...One of your lives has a future, the other...Does not..."
BLOODHUNT: "Screw this, cut to the chase"
BOGUS RED: "Fine, time for the bug in your gut"
(CUTTO: What is clearly a shot from The Matrix of the 'bug' spawning from it's little bulb...CUTTO: Bloodhunt back at the poster.)
BLOODHUNT: "Well, now that I've been tagged and sent back into the wild...Let me say this Red...If I could take the Red Pill, as it were...(Smirks) I would...I have no interest in living in a land governed and controlled by lies...I have no desire to deal with the fake news that passes for reality. I want to be rid of it...I'm but a lone voice. I can but speak only for myself, and reach only those willing to hear me.
You seem to want to prevent me from talking, or at the very least you seem to accept what I'm saying, but refuse to admit it's impact. You would rather game the system, to tell the lies you need to get to where you want to be, you would rather go along as a cog in the machine.
I want to destroy that machine.
Now that you've clearly stated that it is something you're a part of, you must be destroyed also.
You claim I don't want out, every day I fight to get out, I fight to learn what happened to our country, how did the land of Washinton, Jefferson, and Lincoln, become the land of Oswald, Sirhan, and Ray? How did we become a nation where Diebold and bullets replace paper ballots and the rights of men?
Where did it start? FDR allowing Pearl Harbor? JFK? RFK? When did those who are running this country stop being held accountable and were allowed to live in the shadows, allowed to poison, rape, loot and kill for whatever reasons they desired?
That's what you aspire to, that's what you're a part of, and you tell me that I, and the rest of this nation want to keep to this path.
I think people are better then that...I really do, you see sheep...I see people who've been programmed by Fox, by Hannity, by the media, to accept it...They can be woken up...It will happen, one day, the revolution will come...
We as a nation will be free...And the truth will be the weapon we use...
Till then I'll just have to beat you into a pulp and then beat the pulp some more...Not that destroying you will make the world a better place or anything, but I just want to. (Smiles) seeya soon....(FADEOUT.)
BLOODHUNT: I listen to you Red, and I swear that I half expect that our match isn't going to be a match at all...But rather that I'm going to in the back when I'll be arrested and brought to the ring...
(CUTTO: Suddenly the scene changes, and we see BOGUS FELIX RED DRESSED AS AGENT SMITH sitting behind a table, BLOODHUNT, wearing a business suit, looked worried sitting across from him. BOGUS PYSCHO DRESSED AS AGENT BROWN and BOGUS AGENT JONES DRESSED AS AGENT JONES stand on either side of BLOODHUNT.)
BOGUS RED: "Mr. Garfield...It appears you're living two lives...In one of these lives you're Richard R. Garfield, you have a lovely wife, you're expecting a child...(Looks up at BLOODHUNT, speaks with total lack of empathy or sincerity) congratulations...You pay the rent on time, you even help the landlady...Take out the garbage...
In the other life, you go by the name "Bloodhunt" and have cast doubts on about every event that's ever happened in the history of humanity. From the murders of the Kennedy's to 9/11, to the fact that John Kasey kicked the ball out of bounds, giving Tom Brady and the Patriots a short field to get in position for the game winning kick."
BLOODHUNT: "Somebody got to him, he's a pro, no way in hell he couldn't find the field of play..."
BOGUS RED: "I'm sorry Mr. Garfield, but the Lombardi, or soon to re-named Belichick as it were, is staying in Foxboro...as for you...One of your lives has a future, the other...Does not..."
BLOODHUNT: "Screw this, cut to the chase"
BOGUS RED: "Fine, time for the bug in your gut"
(CUTTO: What is clearly a shot from The Matrix of the 'bug' spawning from it's little bulb...CUTTO: Bloodhunt back at the poster.)
BLOODHUNT: "Well, now that I've been tagged and sent back into the wild...Let me say this Red...If I could take the Red Pill, as it were...(Smirks) I would...I have no interest in living in a land governed and controlled by lies...I have no desire to deal with the fake news that passes for reality. I want to be rid of it...I'm but a lone voice. I can but speak only for myself, and reach only those willing to hear me.
You seem to want to prevent me from talking, or at the very least you seem to accept what I'm saying, but refuse to admit it's impact. You would rather game the system, to tell the lies you need to get to where you want to be, you would rather go along as a cog in the machine.
I want to destroy that machine.
Now that you've clearly stated that it is something you're a part of, you must be destroyed also.
You claim I don't want out, every day I fight to get out, I fight to learn what happened to our country, how did the land of Washinton, Jefferson, and Lincoln, become the land of Oswald, Sirhan, and Ray? How did we become a nation where Diebold and bullets replace paper ballots and the rights of men?
Where did it start? FDR allowing Pearl Harbor? JFK? RFK? When did those who are running this country stop being held accountable and were allowed to live in the shadows, allowed to poison, rape, loot and kill for whatever reasons they desired?
That's what you aspire to, that's what you're a part of, and you tell me that I, and the rest of this nation want to keep to this path.
I think people are better then that...I really do, you see sheep...I see people who've been programmed by Fox, by Hannity, by the media, to accept it...They can be woken up...It will happen, one day, the revolution will come...
We as a nation will be free...And the truth will be the weapon we use...
Till then I'll just have to beat you into a pulp and then beat the pulp some more...Not that destroying you will make the world a better place or anything, but I just want to. (Smiles) seeya soon....(FADEOUT.)
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I'd rather be Gonzo
(CUEUP: “Baby, I’m an Anarchist” by Against Me…)
(CUTTO: Felix Red is pale, unshowered, with blood shot eyes and dried blood along the edges of his nostrils, sitting on the floor in the corner of his office next to a pile of empty Rock Star cans….)
“the boy who destroyed the world…”
So you get the answers and tell the people, eh? Document your findings? Write it all down in a little notebook? Well what if the people don’t want the answers? What if the people don’t allow themselves to think anything except what the man in the lab coat tells them to think?...Then if one is to make things better, one must kill the man in the lab coat, steal his clothes, and wear them for a bit…
Don’t just call me a pessimist. Try to read between the lines…
Perhaps you didn’t see the protestors in cages at the DNC this year. Perhaps you haven’t noticed that the justification for the Iraq War went from Saddam Hussein’s supposed connection with terrorists and possession of massive stockpiles of chemical weapons, to a military occupation for the sake of a military occupation. Thousands are dead, meanwhile this is not what concerns us. What concerns us is stem cell research, gay marriage, and Paris Hilton’s phone book getting posted on the web….
But what have we learned, if not that it isn’t as simple as left or right, good or evil, wisdom or carelessness, truth or lies, real or surreal. There are many like you who fumble aimlessly through the grey for something absolute. Something to hold onto. Some light at the end of the tunnel.
But this world *is* our collective will. We wouldn’t have it any other way. This is what we’ve done. This is who we are. But this is *not* who I am, and this is *not* who you are.
I don’t have all the answers and I don’t think anyone or anything does. Go ahead and tell everyone who killed JFK. See if anyone gets anything that feels like closure or justice from it. In the meantime, I’m going to fight everyone I can, because there’s no sensory rush in searching for truth or justice…
Politics, or the power to manipulate the masses, is not better than sex. But it’s an interesting change of pace, and the fringe only remains the fringe in relation to the mainstream…Which means when I manipulate the masses, I manipulate people like you too, Blood Hunter. Like I already said, you can’t be a hero without an adversary. Didn’t Orwell teach you anything?
We’ll allow you to have your little glimmer of hope for a better world, your shred of damning evidence against us, your new shining ideology, so when we take it away, that’s what breaks you. What we don’t want is martyrs. What we want is cynical old fatalists…and maybe whatever you might have accomplished will inspire the next generation of righteous mutants, but just as long as you yourself are out of the picture, then the counter culture’s never getting strong enough to bring us down…
That isn’t to say your mission is pointless, Blood Hunter. Most of our great artists and creative types thought they were living miserable lives for no reason. I just think you should have a realistic perspective on this sort of thing. People like you don’t ever get to win. Not in the way we’ve allowed you to think of “winning,” anyway …..hmmmm…
(Red pulls two bottles out of his pocket, opens them both, and gazes at their pill filled innards…)
RED: Um…blast…It’s been so long since I saw that movie….Ah well…
(Red removes a Red Pill from one jar an a Blue Pill from the other jar…then he leans over, an sets to work crunching the two pills up together, using a nickel and a dollar bill…)
RED: But our philosophical and political differences aside, we’ve got this match thing. I’m vaguely familiar with a few of your accomplishments. You know all about what I’ve been up to, but that’s only because I told you, and you haven’t said a whole lot about your career history. I realize what that means….
(Red sits back up, and looks down at his one pile of ground up blue powder, and his other pile of ground up red powder…)
RED: hmmmm….(Red pulls yet another bottle of pills out of his pocket, pops out a White Pill, and goes to work crunching that one up…)
Like what I’m doing here, an idea I got from a book someone else wrote that may or may not ever be published, most things like this follow a precedent…unless they don’t, and nothing ever does, but the snot nosed young punk archetype usually goes down in flames when he underestimates the more experienced but slightly decrepit veteran.
(Sits up again, pulls his official wrestler’s union card out of his wallet, tosses his wallet side, and starts pushing the three piles of powder this way and that…)
Except I’m not him. If the neo cons have shown us anything, it’s that you can be a humiliated disgraced failure….but at the end of the day, you’ll still have all the power. And that’s when the *real* daisy chain begins…
I fully intend to beat you, Blood Hunter S. I shall do everything I can to defeat you, and I can do much. Quite likely enough. But like I said, my archetype isn’t supposed to beat your archetype. You beating me follows precedent. In terms of my constituency’s favor, I haven’t a thing to lose. If you fail, you’ll at least look quite foolish. Appear quite inept. quite washed up, perhaps quite broken. And if you break *my* legs instead, I'll have to do all my speeches on television so no one notices I’m crippled….But I’ll keep all the real power.. Because I spit in their faces and told them how much I hated them, how I would see them all murdered in their beds in front of their own children if I had my way…and they voted me in.
Because they were scared.
(rolls up a dollar bill)
The time is near, Shark Hunter, when you’ll realize the cool kids with the money and the sex and the drugs and the guns always win, because the chicken sh(bleep) conformists will do everything we tell them. They won’t listen to you, no matter how obviously right you are. Their faith, our faith, is lies…And who are you to attack our freedom of religion?
(Leans over. The camera gets a nice shot of the red, white, and blue medication, arranged in such a way to resemble an American flag…)
(sings) Oh beeeeauuutiful, for spaaaacious skies, for aaaamber waves of - (jams the dollar up his nose, and starts blowing lines like there’s no tomorrow….)
(FTB)
(CUEUP: “Baby, I’m an Anarchist” by Against Me…)
(CUTTO: Felix Red is pale, unshowered, with blood shot eyes and dried blood along the edges of his nostrils, sitting on the floor in the corner of his office next to a pile of empty Rock Star cans….)
“the boy who destroyed the world…”
So you get the answers and tell the people, eh? Document your findings? Write it all down in a little notebook? Well what if the people don’t want the answers? What if the people don’t allow themselves to think anything except what the man in the lab coat tells them to think?...Then if one is to make things better, one must kill the man in the lab coat, steal his clothes, and wear them for a bit…
Don’t just call me a pessimist. Try to read between the lines…
Perhaps you didn’t see the protestors in cages at the DNC this year. Perhaps you haven’t noticed that the justification for the Iraq War went from Saddam Hussein’s supposed connection with terrorists and possession of massive stockpiles of chemical weapons, to a military occupation for the sake of a military occupation. Thousands are dead, meanwhile this is not what concerns us. What concerns us is stem cell research, gay marriage, and Paris Hilton’s phone book getting posted on the web….
But what have we learned, if not that it isn’t as simple as left or right, good or evil, wisdom or carelessness, truth or lies, real or surreal. There are many like you who fumble aimlessly through the grey for something absolute. Something to hold onto. Some light at the end of the tunnel.
But this world *is* our collective will. We wouldn’t have it any other way. This is what we’ve done. This is who we are. But this is *not* who I am, and this is *not* who you are.
I don’t have all the answers and I don’t think anyone or anything does. Go ahead and tell everyone who killed JFK. See if anyone gets anything that feels like closure or justice from it. In the meantime, I’m going to fight everyone I can, because there’s no sensory rush in searching for truth or justice…
Politics, or the power to manipulate the masses, is not better than sex. But it’s an interesting change of pace, and the fringe only remains the fringe in relation to the mainstream…Which means when I manipulate the masses, I manipulate people like you too, Blood Hunter. Like I already said, you can’t be a hero without an adversary. Didn’t Orwell teach you anything?
We’ll allow you to have your little glimmer of hope for a better world, your shred of damning evidence against us, your new shining ideology, so when we take it away, that’s what breaks you. What we don’t want is martyrs. What we want is cynical old fatalists…and maybe whatever you might have accomplished will inspire the next generation of righteous mutants, but just as long as you yourself are out of the picture, then the counter culture’s never getting strong enough to bring us down…
That isn’t to say your mission is pointless, Blood Hunter. Most of our great artists and creative types thought they were living miserable lives for no reason. I just think you should have a realistic perspective on this sort of thing. People like you don’t ever get to win. Not in the way we’ve allowed you to think of “winning,” anyway …..hmmmm…
(Red pulls two bottles out of his pocket, opens them both, and gazes at their pill filled innards…)
RED: Um…blast…It’s been so long since I saw that movie….Ah well…
(Red removes a Red Pill from one jar an a Blue Pill from the other jar…then he leans over, an sets to work crunching the two pills up together, using a nickel and a dollar bill…)
RED: But our philosophical and political differences aside, we’ve got this match thing. I’m vaguely familiar with a few of your accomplishments. You know all about what I’ve been up to, but that’s only because I told you, and you haven’t said a whole lot about your career history. I realize what that means….
(Red sits back up, and looks down at his one pile of ground up blue powder, and his other pile of ground up red powder…)
RED: hmmmm….(Red pulls yet another bottle of pills out of his pocket, pops out a White Pill, and goes to work crunching that one up…)
Like what I’m doing here, an idea I got from a book someone else wrote that may or may not ever be published, most things like this follow a precedent…unless they don’t, and nothing ever does, but the snot nosed young punk archetype usually goes down in flames when he underestimates the more experienced but slightly decrepit veteran.
(Sits up again, pulls his official wrestler’s union card out of his wallet, tosses his wallet side, and starts pushing the three piles of powder this way and that…)
Except I’m not him. If the neo cons have shown us anything, it’s that you can be a humiliated disgraced failure….but at the end of the day, you’ll still have all the power. And that’s when the *real* daisy chain begins…
I fully intend to beat you, Blood Hunter S. I shall do everything I can to defeat you, and I can do much. Quite likely enough. But like I said, my archetype isn’t supposed to beat your archetype. You beating me follows precedent. In terms of my constituency’s favor, I haven’t a thing to lose. If you fail, you’ll at least look quite foolish. Appear quite inept. quite washed up, perhaps quite broken. And if you break *my* legs instead, I'll have to do all my speeches on television so no one notices I’m crippled….But I’ll keep all the real power.. Because I spit in their faces and told them how much I hated them, how I would see them all murdered in their beds in front of their own children if I had my way…and they voted me in.
Because they were scared.
(rolls up a dollar bill)
The time is near, Shark Hunter, when you’ll realize the cool kids with the money and the sex and the drugs and the guns always win, because the chicken sh(bleep) conformists will do everything we tell them. They won’t listen to you, no matter how obviously right you are. Their faith, our faith, is lies…And who are you to attack our freedom of religion?
(Leans over. The camera gets a nice shot of the red, white, and blue medication, arranged in such a way to resemble an American flag…)
(sings) Oh beeeeauuutiful, for spaaaacious skies, for aaaamber waves of - (jams the dollar up his nose, and starts blowing lines like there’s no tomorrow….)
(FTB)
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(OORP: I got to a computer at 10:45 or so my time, which is of course, way past 12 EST, accursed time zones. Sorry for my blatant evil.)
(FADEIN: Bloodhunt standing in front of a photo of the late Hunter S. Thompson.)
BLOODHUNT: "Many people have paid tribute to the late Doktor, but Felix Red's drug binge in his last promo was perhaps the most fitting, and also pretty worrying for me."
"It seemed clear to me from the moment I signed my contract that WFW was a bit worried about the level of controversy that I tend to generate. So WFW has thrown at me a man who's clearly as nuts as they come, a man so deluded and self important that he believes that his WFW presidency came from the same group of people who murdered JFK."
"Normally a few choice words about our martyered catholic president and some study of the Zapruder film would be enough to make me the most hated man in the house, but now I have to face a sicko who makes the guy who asked Jackie for JFK's bloody T-Shirt as she was leaving the hospital, look normal."
"So having to deal with you Felix has made me the little trooper. I'm on the side of mom, the flag and apple pie here. I wonder exactly how the hell this happened here. How the hell did I, the guy who should be cutting promos from the ruins of Ground Zero, become the guy who'll be rocking a FDNY Baseball Cap when it comes time to get into the ring."
"And of course now that I'm somehow the good guy, I need a foil, an unbeatable opponent, and my opponent in this match being far, far from this has decided that his only chance to win is to get himself so totally coked out that he can no longer feel pain and thusly hopes to win before his heart explodes as a result of the strain of fighting and the abundance of drugs in his system."
"Felix...I'm not willing to hit the black tar heroin to beat you...I'm not willing to die in a gutter with my mind rotted away to win this fight, but I will beat you, plain and simple, because no matter how screwed up you are, no matter how many drugs you do before our match, no matter how little you feel it when I dump you on your head time and time again. The facts are clear, I'm smarter then you and I'm better then you, and in the end, you will go down at the hands of the Lone Gunman."
(FADEIN: Bloodhunt standing in front of a photo of the late Hunter S. Thompson.)
BLOODHUNT: "Many people have paid tribute to the late Doktor, but Felix Red's drug binge in his last promo was perhaps the most fitting, and also pretty worrying for me."
"It seemed clear to me from the moment I signed my contract that WFW was a bit worried about the level of controversy that I tend to generate. So WFW has thrown at me a man who's clearly as nuts as they come, a man so deluded and self important that he believes that his WFW presidency came from the same group of people who murdered JFK."
"Normally a few choice words about our martyered catholic president and some study of the Zapruder film would be enough to make me the most hated man in the house, but now I have to face a sicko who makes the guy who asked Jackie for JFK's bloody T-Shirt as she was leaving the hospital, look normal."
"So having to deal with you Felix has made me the little trooper. I'm on the side of mom, the flag and apple pie here. I wonder exactly how the hell this happened here. How the hell did I, the guy who should be cutting promos from the ruins of Ground Zero, become the guy who'll be rocking a FDNY Baseball Cap when it comes time to get into the ring."
"And of course now that I'm somehow the good guy, I need a foil, an unbeatable opponent, and my opponent in this match being far, far from this has decided that his only chance to win is to get himself so totally coked out that he can no longer feel pain and thusly hopes to win before his heart explodes as a result of the strain of fighting and the abundance of drugs in his system."
"Felix...I'm not willing to hit the black tar heroin to beat you...I'm not willing to die in a gutter with my mind rotted away to win this fight, but I will beat you, plain and simple, because no matter how screwed up you are, no matter how many drugs you do before our match, no matter how little you feel it when I dump you on your head time and time again. The facts are clear, I'm smarter then you and I'm better then you, and in the end, you will go down at the hands of the Lone Gunman."