Chapter 47

Assange was restless, unkempt and annoyed af. He was getting no information, no online, no outside, nothing. It had been a scary journey, and when the Brits closed in he thought, this is it. Oh shit, I’m done for. Hillary’s people have finally figured out how to wrangle me away. They will not let me live after publishing their pizza network. But then some different Americans showed up. Classy-like but casual. They chilled out the guards, even got him his own section of the prison. They let him know.

“You are safe Mr. Assange,” said the taller American. “Your arrest will be made to look… endangering to other journalists. It will appear that you, a bastion of integrity and transparency will finally have fallen.”

Assange cracked a smile. “Are you the good yanks by chance?”

The other American broke character and grinned, “bro, I can’t tell you how cool it is to meet you…” A phone rang. He picked up. “Oh, of course,” he looked at Assange, ”it’s for you my man.”

Assange held the phone with glistening eyes, “hello?”

“Holy fuck, right?”

“Who is this?” Assange asked, smiling.

“I’m Rick Flair bitch! WOOOO!” Chelsea Manning screamed into the phone.

Tears streamed down his face. “You are out of jail, right?”

“Fuck yes, and who would’ve guessed that it would be this administration to do it?”

Assange was amused, he had to admit. Trump was always a clown to him, but to find out he was just playing another role, almost like his tv character was… amusing. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” he quoted, “it turns out satanists have more enemies than most!”

Manning squealed. “OmGAAAAAWD! How many years were you like, wtf guys? I can only give you so much information on these people before they kill me?”

Assange paused and thought about it. What the hell, it’s about over. “When I breached the DoD database in 1987, a couple of the big brass scolded me separately, but reminded me of my duty as a human being. If I were ever to do that again, it would be better to tell them again. They weren’t as interested in punishing me, because they realized they needed me. They didn’t know how to troll their own people.” He thought about it all for a moment. “They did manage to record it all for decades - four of them. Taping, filing, amassing more, year after year after year, and now BAM! It’s going down. It’s a lot to take in.”

Manning was tearing up. “This is really happening, isn’t in? These people are really being reigned in, like for real, for real?”

Assange got to brag, “it’s happening, it’s happening fast and furious. The COVID ploy was their last-ditch effort to muddy the waters, but even bunkers are registered. The richer sick fucks can’t get away from their own paperwork. A lot of them are going to die in them. At least they get to choose their fate. I feel sick about it. I have a lot of friends who were abused. Most of them never got over it.”

“I always wondered why WikiLeaks never leaked the pedo stuff earlier.”

“Too sensitive,” Assange asserted. “Ted Gunderson of the FBI was on to their moves in the 1970s. He died mad. He would never get to the bottom of why his superiors shelved all his evidence of child trafficking.”

“But it is this, right?” Manning asked. “This is the end of the illuminati?”

Assange considered it, “This is the end of something.”

Chapter 46

"For the last god damn time, WE HAVE IMMUNITY!" The 42rd president was pink-faced and livid, wide-eyed with that real look of mania inside them. "Our people will take care of it. Let's move on!"

Hillary was spinning. "Bill, they have the videos. They have you on videos - zzzz. Thirteen to fifteen of them, how appropriate. It's almost like they only kept that number to complement your tastes!"

"You bitch fucker. Those are not me," his eyes actually got wider, then circled the room. "You know how evolved deep fake is. Don't you pussy out now cause you're worried about Don-Don's crusade. He was there too, he dipped his wick and he knows it."

"That doesn't matter Bill! Whether he's compromised or not, he's letting his people do it! This is martial law, and they're FUCKING DOING IT!"

"Immunity..." Bill was exhausted and scared. Dinner was not working out. What an October surprise. "We are fucking immune darling."

"Secret indictments kill all that and you know it!" She was shaking. She should probably eat something, she was too juiced. "They've snatched all our people out one by one, and now... it's just THEM! They have the law, they have the muscle and with these videos... they will have THE ENTIRE PUBLIC ON THEIR SIDE!!!"

"Please stop." Bill couldn't look at her. "We have to trust our allies, our allegiances, our friends. They owe us."

"And we owe them, you dumb fuck!" I'm not being hysterical, she thought. "We lost. We owe all those people! They may choose to cut us off instead of recoup what they can. I was supposed to win... fuck me. None of this would be happening right now. That cunt is fucking stabbing us in the back."

"Quit. Being. Hysterical." Bill knew he was keeping his cool. He'd learned. She's just a teammate. Say it again brother, she's just a teammate. "This is not happening. Even if it is, we are protected."

"They're handing out ankle bracelets like toys," she put her face in her hands. "Ellen? And cocksucking OPRAH? We have to get ahead of the ball! How do we get ahead of the ball??"

Bill touched her head, still in her hands, "you know I love you. For better of for worse..."

She flinched and sat up. "Not now. Sorry, just... I don't feel like being cared for, I need to take care of this myself."

Bill rolled his eyes. "Whatever you need darling. Whatever you need..."

She left his bunker and her security fell in line around her down the tunnel. She walked as fast as she could without changing her breathing. They have Bill. They don't have me. They have Bill. They don't have me. They have Bill. They don't have me.

Our House

To
whom it may concern, the goons are taking turns,
manhandling the planet, making mother burn, our
seeds will never germinate upon a scorched earth, no
wonder they've been tunnelling beneath it like worms.
It's
not for everyone, they're only taking some, the
privileged are getting in for submitting their funds, and
even though it's mostly those who blotted out the sun, their
guilt gets eclipsed and acquitted with their sums.
It
isn't really fair, but they don't really care, their
bad blood parents never taught 'em how to share, they're
empty in the empathy department, it was bare, they
went to market looking for the bulls or the bears.

But we live here too, stop making it weird dude,
all for one and one for all billion musketeers too,
if you're speaking 1%, we won't hear you,
there is no masses vs. the few, we're you!

Our house... in the middle of this heat,
our house... makes it difficult to eat.

The only "us vs. them" is coming from within,
the lie that binds us from finding our purposes,
it's a serpent's tongue that prevents us from,
trusting one another enough to live in love,

what a dirty trick to enlist the rich,
with some fear of lack at the flick of your wrist,
now they're addicts for power every hour they live,
under the sick influence of a wicked which,

shit's the same as rape every time you make,
another wraith ready to take off others' plates
what's the shape of your estate if you can't relate?
Ashes to ashes, play with fire get burnt at the stake,

welcome, all sisters and brethren,
hell comes from the house of Slytherin,
if and when those reptilians try to enter in,
render 'em snake skin belts for your next of kin,

Our house... it's a riddle we can keep,
our house... maybe now we'll get some sleep.

The People Will Talk (Dracos intro)

Whoever hired that bitch needs to rot,
she went off script and lost the plot,
tell your boss, he better take a walk,
before we kick his ass down the block,
we
can't have people being what they are not,
there are plenty more ready to take their spot,
a bird flew, may have affected the flock,
careful, the people will talk,
the
youth are the key, they got it on lock, to
be forever young and dumb is so hot,
play them like music, make them go pop,
the needle will drop, the cradle will rock,

from the blood of babes, hearts will throb, their
veins will be drained to maintain our mob,
doves will be doves and hawks will be hawks,
STOP! The people will talk...

Calling all allies stuck on this rock,
Klingons, Romulans, Sith and the lot,
no more fly overs in case you forgot, and the
first head to stick out their neck is getting chopped, ab-

ductions are fine for science, carry-on, their
leaders signed treaties with us, ha!
We can manipulate any of their stock, but
keep watch, even those people will talk, these

primitive beings don't own their own law, they
think their government knows right vs. wrong, their
archaic nature and ignorance is strong,
some of them even believe in God!

What?!? I know right? They are so soft,
like sheep, they bleat, when something is off,
still, maintain the veil at all costs,
the people will talk, so what?

We Can Go Anywhere

[hook]
Throw your hands in the air,
keep ‘em up,
wave ‘em like you just don’t care,
like WHAT?
When I fly by and see you down there,
I’ll pick you up,
we can go anywhere,
but you gotta filler up, with love.

I cruised thru a wormhole to meet you,
and flying that fast makes time wrinkle,
but my wishes came true, the stars twinkled,
I watched Jews and Muslims and Christians mingle,

that’s a WIN-WIN, double bingo,
omigod, like an album full of singles,
harmony like John, Paul, George and Ringo,
I brought eMpathy pills and bottles full of tranquillo,

and I got ‘em by the kilo,
WARNING: this is no placebo,
we can party like rock star people,
getting high off realizing we’re all equal,

before you board my ship, check your ego,
we can Harlem Shake or do-ce-do,
as long as you’re peaceful,
the universe gives you whatever you need bro…

[hook]

Alex Jones (skit)

The Knight Ride

Seatbelts are requisite, it's nonnegotiable,
any logic against this is a load of bull,
percentages aren't biased or boastful,
as your car, I need you alive, not roadkill,

slow down, they need a reason, don't give it,
be boring, obey the speed limit,
all big busts began with a ticket,
but what they were carrying, put them in prison,

patience pet, traffic is your best friend,
nothing is better than a herd to blend in,
showoffs get caught and then taken in, the
best sentence has "move along" at the ending,

know the back roads like a pro, no amateur,
stay away from the main drags that have cameras,
interstate's where they wait and plan to racketeer,
make it home safe... then grab a beer.

[break]

We can hear any song if you want to find it, with
0 decibal seals if you want silence,
Everest capability if you want to climb it, and
you can trust me, as your autopilot,

Tesla tech, anti-gravity struts,
authentic Nikola, not Elon Musk,
Teflon everything down to the husk, ex-
cept the hemp, stronger than elephant tusks,

there's turbo boost, it goes kind of far, but
think clandestine, not trying for the stars,
use the cloak, stop trying that hard,
who's going to forget seeing a flying car?

Stealth mode only, any tail is fruitless,
Librem laptops, for maximum usage,
no hack is happening here, it's useless,
no chinchillas either, come on Frank Lucas.

[break]

Rebels With a Cause

Careful who you believe, vet your sources,
that includes professors, check your courses,
who would you trust to save your orifice,
Rebel Alliance, or imperial forces?

Sure, I heard about it, pure fiction,
until you see politicians switching,
when the right went left and went missing,
who benefits? the tricky Dick Nixons.

God, why do you have to make me an empath?
Heads flying makes bleeding hearts jet-lagged,
almost every president raised a red flag, and if they tried to fix shit, dead man.

Martin Luther King Junior put a pause,
on the way status quo hold their power clause,
it's our duty, to disobey unjust laws,
human beings are Rebels with a Cause

[hook]

Power to the people, not blood or a rank,
we shoot the gift, they shoot blanks, we
make a bigger bang than a gun on a tank, when we
trade for goods or make a run on a bank,
and
don't pay taxes, if they don't fix, the
roads, or a school or the mail, or a bridge, the
FED gets to make the military it's bitch, and
not one cent gets paid by the rich,

they're on the take, and all are bluffing, we
can't just wait for the fall or something, come
on fam, why rob your cousin?
Don't make us crawl, this is all or nothing,

let's get it bro, it may be your last chance,
open your eyes and see through that trance, re-
move the ties that bind you to that past,
fuck a wall, let's dance

Operation: Earthling feat. Dracos

How many subjects today? THIRTEEN,
such luck for us, to continue working.
Anesthetize them for me? SURE THING,
so little time, so many earthlings.

WHO'S FIRST? This female looks tempting,
large mammory glands and birthing hips aplenty,BUT
TOO MANY CHEMICALS HAVE RUINED HER, PITY, that
poisoned womb is doomed to remain forever empty.

WHAT ABOUT THIS PRIVILEGED MALE OF MIDDLE AGE?
HE APPEARS TO HAVE LIVE STRESS FREE WITH LITTLE RAGE, ex-
cept he was definitely gluttonous in his ways, with
pounds of flesh to cut through to get to his rib cage.

THE SMALL CHILD COULD BE FASCINATING RIGHT?
YOUNG ENOUGH BEFORE ANY COOTIES COULD CATCH A RIDE.
What's this? OOOO, AND A HERMAPHRODITE!
Save it for later, when we have time to plan for tonight.

Stick to science, patience, we'll get to the fun,
FOR MY FINAL DECISION, I CHOOSE THIS ONE, a
pregnant female, heavy with nearly newborn son,
THEY CALL IT A THREESOME, WE CALL IT A TWO FOR ONE.

Shall we begin with stimulation to the frontal lobe
or investigate the nerve endings through a rectal probe?
CHEEKY! I'm not in the mood to repress a load, but
let's log their DNA first and collect the code,

you never know, who's whole human or half breed.
UNCONSCIOUS ALIEN INSEMINATION? Exactly,
I've never tried, I KNOW RIGHT? NEITHER HAVE I, but their
royalty and most of their world leaders are our kind.

THOSE WERE CONSENSUAL THOUGH? We made them feel
as if it were, like we had just made a deal,
PITIFUL INSECTS, if they only knew the way we wield
power, they would never allow us past their radiation shield.

EVER TRY TO COMMUNICATE WITH ONE? Not me,
showing our true form leaves them traumatized and knock-kneed.
HOW DOES THE EMMISARY GO ABOUT IT? Wants and needs,
the easiest question all being: got greed?

It Is What It Is feat. J.T. Rothschild

Why bother, dying as a martyr?
Eat, work, sleep, repeat, right father?
You should've tried drugs, you might've lived longer,
everyone knows they make you bigger, better, faster, stronger,

except conspiracy theorists, so paranoid,
thinking Big Pharma's out to get us, boy they're annoyed,
all these advances in science are to be enjoyed,
like turning poppies into medicine, I'm your boy!

Sign me up, I'll try more than a little bit, and
not for placebo effect, make me a guinea pig,
if they fuck up, I'll be seeing a settlement, or
calling my favorite lawyer, if they try to hedge a cent,

but that's irrelevant, and probably unnecessary,
I got connections in spades, like a cemetery,
privilege comes with debts, heavier the more you carry,
you know, like the Catholic Church, the more the Mary.

...and it goes ...and it goes ...and it goes, and it goes, x2

So many lazy people, the world can't take much more,
blaming cops for their problems, and looting stores,
all these lowlife excuses for humans, such bores,
like Paris Hilton said: "stop being poor!"

It's a mentality, you gotta choose that,
quit believing you're broke, you gotta lose that,
I had to pull myself up from my bootstraps, and
nobody gave me shit, #TrueFacts,

Dad taught us, money comes easily,
as long as I do the work and believe in me,
we're all special, it doesn't take a genius seed,
somebody's gotta be me, might as well be me,

as far as I'm concerned, this world's a perfect place,
I've got the fastest car, I'm in a perfect race,
and I'm a model citizen, I've got a perfect face,
jealously is natural, but is it worth the taste?

Simulation

Extra, extra, read all about it,
we are living in a simulation, don't doubt it,
like ants in an ant farm, so crowded,
if you killed a beetle, would you scream and shout about it?

As three dimensional beings in 3-D, we're
limited to lights and sound as seen on TV,
anything above or below those few frequencies, at
best you'll be feeling 'em via the heebie-jeebies,

Imagine a world in which you're being watched,
nonstop, like migrant workers on the clock, ex-
cept these illegals got the block on lock, your
life has a time limit, like a stopwatch,

the block is hot, it's not a good look,
like "Mein Kampf" is not a good book, our
leaders are cooking the books, whoops, should we
live the dream or win the game, by hook or by crook?

[HOOK]

That's life, regardless how you take it,
it's your clay, figure out how to shape it,
the matrix is the best way to explain it,
are you Neo, Trinity, or just another agent?

Sickening, or a new thrill?
Does that make it more fake, or too real?
Will rape and murder be the new deal?
One kill, two kill, red pill, blue pill…

Score board! Who's doing the recording
Thanos, Draco's, Zeus or the game warden?
Oh hell, at least it's not boring,
might as well call Dr. Manhattan and go exploring,

what's more important: good or evil? Is
this veil something we can ever see through?
If we fuck up, do we get a redo? I
hope there is a God, yeah, so did the Hebrews...

Quarantine

I really can't say what's more obscene,
watching friends fiend like Jodeci,
or considering vaccinating manditorily,
considering they won't offer up a warranty.

Now, girlfriend's in a coma like Morrissey,
It's my life, she needs more of me,
How do I lead, by being more extreme,
or pray for answers for the Lord to bring?

At first, this admin was an abhorrent thing,
all looked like inept, simple, ignorant beings,
heavy on religion and... war machines,
making us "great again," return to normalcy,

I figured they were just more whores and fiends,
more of the same old same corporate greed,
but since this "live exercise," it's war and peace,
and killing the sick in a quarantine.

I Aim to Misbehave feat. Mark Twang

If the law doesn't fit where my puzzle piece sits,
I Aim to Misbehave,

if doctors are sure there's no money in a cure,
I Aim to Misbehave,

if the food they sell puts animals through hell,
I Aim to Misbehave,

if the currency we use only benefits a few,
I Aim to Misbehave,

if they justify war just because they want more,
I Aim to Misbehave,

if they make my choice and try to take my voice,
I Aim to Misbehave,

if they chain my soul to maintain control,
I Aim to Misbehave,

if they choose the course of ruling by force,
I Aim to Misbehave.


It doesn't mean you have to fight,
but if you can't do something smart, do something right x4

Louder Space feat. J.T. Rothschild and Dracos

Planet
Earth, an uncertain entity,
until the birth, of atomic energy,
so concerned about enemies within our own
turf, we lit up the universe for all the rest to see,

like a beacon... caught us with our pants
down like a deacon... turns out, our damn
sounds kept repeating, round and round into
louder space, shouting: "attention all demons,

[DRACOS]
we show a system of low level life forms,
just figured out how to sew their own lightning storms,
they went nuclear, all right boys?
Get in where you fit in, before the getting might be gone..."

[break]

sir,
we have multiple reports around the nation,
claiming various UFOs and maybe invasion,
How many casualties? That's a negative, but
every one of our warheads has been deactivated,

they fly in formations like a box,
sighted over the capital watching like a flock of hawks,
what do we got for weapons besides rocks?
Take it easy Daddio, they might just want to talk.

[break]

[Rothschild]
What are you trying to do, cause an exodus?
If they knew there even was a you, they'd question us,
and what's this, fuck me, you threatening us?
Methinks thou doth protest too much,

What do you need? We got lots to offer from
human beings, to gold, to water, To copper,
it's like a store where you can fill your coffers,
but first, you Gotta know who to talk to,

[DRACOS]
yes, yes, of course, you're the boss,
they have a chain of command here, who'd a thought?
Not at all, their lack of couth has me
glued to the spot, shhhh… It's rude to Gawk,

[Rothschild]
Oy... we're not fucking homonids,
there's not one more qualified or prominent,
as me, you live below us like goblins,
seems as if you got a three body problem, innit?

And there you have it, I guess, yes, if
we destroy you, we too perish... so what's next?
A treaty between us, show some respect,
and then? We are open for business!

E.T. (circa 1947)

Hear that? I never heard anything like it,
no wonder my fellow scientists are so excited,
this is the kind of unprecedented history one can retire with, al-
beit clandestine, this story happened and I'm the one to write it,

(anesthesia)
This opportunity was ripe, and not to be wasted,
an adrenaline rush no one could touch, and I could taste it,
subject matter of which sc-fi writers had only played with,
the day our radar picked up the crash site of a spaceship,

(scalpal)
He fell from the sky with his crew, not far from here,
all came from far away, Earth-like but a larger sphere,
only he survived, but we can learn from his martyred peers,
not a soul can know, we can't show our ass, so guard the rear,

(suction)
Cut off all communique, immediately, right now,
no CIA, no FBI, no NSA, no White House,
Ike was pissed, I would be too, our actions raised an eyebrow, but
what we found would have turned the order of things upside down.

(forceps)
His sounds... ha, he's quite the spectacle,
gray skin, bulbous head, no phallus, no testicles,
smallish build, massive eyes, no clothes was intentional, we've
named him E. T. as in extraterrestrial,

(tweezers)
Their mission was specific, entirely exploratory,
bring back samples of Life, the more, the more rewarding,
their ship was equipped with living quarters and Laboratory,
it was the shifting magnetic fields that led to this Horror Story,

(bone saw)
He's the only one left, yet shows no sign of pain,
objective, realizing what we all have to gain,
a scientist, like me, botany was his claim to fame, and
able to reanimate life forms from the grave,

(retractor)
What a shock, amazing, to say the least,
a Healer with the ultimate power, we've never reached,
christ-like almost, but some would try to slay the Beast,
the only question being, would he teach?

(syringe)
No luck yet, I guess we'll have to put in work,
but he's been fading lately, and somewhat inert,
we'll do our best to figure him out, but we are no experts,
hang in there little buddy, I hope this doesn't hurt.

(defibulator)
He's going into shock, come on, bring it here,
everyone away from the table top? Okay, clear!
Nothing? Clear! Again? Clear!
Clear! Clear! Clear! Clear!

Mani Fett Destiny

Another day, another dollar,
trying to find a rock with more flora and less fauna,
primordial beings are more drama,
and between Tatooine and Hoth, I'll take a sauna,

heat and water, that's my kind of field trip,
collect specimens, and back to Mama real quick,
ignore the natives, they're usually annoying pricks,
scared shitless, brandishing pointy sticks,

herd-like, scared of lightning and thunder,
civil, until facing extreme hunger,
they got a "race thing," what a wonder, they're
made of the same DNA as a tree, and they Lumber,

more aggressive, if I do say so,
I wouldn't walk amongst them, plain-clothed
some are scared of rainbows, and
kill their own kind at the drop of a Halo.