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"There are forces at work in this country of which we have no knowledge"
The Queen of Great Britain said that once and I understood her completely. On an instinctual level it made absolute sense to me. She was on my side, crying for help from inside her gilded prison. It was a basic admission that there had in fact been a coup d'état and Brittania was under the control of the "Hidden Hand". In the past the gates would have been stormed by the manipulated and herd-like masses who would have wiped out the entire Royal bloodstock in a hail of chinese bullets. But that was in the good old days. The methods in use now are much more subtle and sinister. Princess Margret knew what was happening. She dropped acid every day and drank herself to death trying to escape what she realised at a very early age was inevitable. Peter Sellars told her everything one evening on the way back from an orgy at Lord Lucans Mayfair home. Peter was already clinically insane by then but he knew enough about the press to talk with the inspired clarity of some kind of medieval sooth sayer on the subject.
The roles had been reversed. The Royals had become the court jesters of the British public. The commons ruled and all they had to provide were bread and games for the consumption of the mob and while these theatrical distractions worked their evil the real work of dividing the country and the world between its new rulers could begin.
This was too much for both Peter and Margret. Sellars realised that true satire was dead and spent the rest of his life as a childrens entertainer with a fake french accent walking into tables and Margret, when she realised that her life had never really been her own, worked her way up gradually to twelve bottles of Remy Martin a day until she had to be confined to a wheelchair and have her double chin continually wiped by her lady in waiting.
Thats why J.F.K. shot himself....
It took me ages took get the kids down last night. They we're crying and screaming so much that the neighbours came round banging on my door and threatened to call the Police so I had to give them half of my "Shanghai black" opium and 2000 Yen just to smooth things over.
The children were much harder to please. They said they wanted to go home but I told them that it was impossible until I had all of the ransom money. They still had four fingers each so I told them that it could be at least a week before they could go free. But you know what kids are like. They want everything NOW!
I still had some of the "Special bedtime medicine" and coulple of old syringes knocking around, so once again, I had to play "Doctor Daddy". Two minutes to myself. Thats all I wanted. I still had to edit the video footage from earlier in the day. A lot of it was too grainy or out of focus to use. Those damn kids would never keep still and if you tied them up it just didn't look "natural". But still, there were a couple of good scenes and I already had a buyer in Luxemboug for most of my "Art Movies".
I blame the television for the childrens behaviour. There's so much violence and bad language.
It distorts their perspective and encourages them to chase after unobtainable goals. Lets face it, television is crowd control. Soap Operas are the most insidious and powerful of all the media propoganda devices. Crowd control. Three times a week at the same time on each of those days you know where at least, lets say, 8 million people are in the country broadcasting the soap. 8 million people. Thats one hell of an army if you could just get it motivated to aim its guns in one direction. But these people don't want any kind of revoloution. They just want stereotype Alpha males and females a token black and a comedy queer and the same recycled script again and again. Thats why I decided to make my own "Entertainment".
"A man without legs
Cannot run a marathon
Or go to buy beer"
That was my first attempt at a Haiku. I thought that while I was here in Japan I'd get into the cultural swing of things. School girl underpants, tramp murder and ritual suicide are on the list as well. But one thing at a time.
Of course I'm eating my "Pocky" and drinking a "Draft One" but I hanker after something a little more rewarding but, and rightly so, the days of the Samauri gone. I think the last of them were vapourised at Hiroshima August 6th 1945. That was the day my mother was born. A wonderful event never made the news that day. The eyes of the worlds media were elsewhere and the papers were full of pictures of delerious de-mobbed allied troops and the care worn faces of our crest fallen enemies. "Power is power". Thats what the Japanese say and I think they fully understand the meaning of that expression.
There's a huge electrical storm building over the sea just off the coast of Yokohama right now. It's expected to last about three to four days and it looks as though it could be quite spectacular. The sky is full of white hot electricity and is turning an unearthly and biblical shade of red. This could be an "Etherquake" and should go quite well with the tremors that we get down here on the ground every few days. I love these kind of dramatic weather fronts. I'm quite excited and feel a little childish. There's mischief afoot on a night like this...
