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]