Peeping Tom

“All Experience has shown us that mankind is more disposed to suffer. While evils are sufferable. Than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.” American Declaration of Independence

First of. My apologies. I’m a snoop you see. But in my defense. I do. Do so professionally.

And like most. When someone new moves in to ones neighborhood. And bored with the gossip of why there predecessors moved out. The interest of ones curiosities. Turns to theirs. Often in my case criminally (misdemeanors) so.

Yes even I can see reason for the bad light it caste upon investigative journalist. Like myself and others. For so much of it turns up nothing. But when it is justified. You shower us with praise like none other. Accept maybe a detective catching a zodiac esq. killer. Or thwarting a kidnapping. Hero status brings with it its own pitfalls. But enough about that.

Dear SickTwo:

I am torn. My friend. With a decision to publish or not. The smoking gun I’ve most recently unscrupulously acquired. While poking around at first him. My new neighbor . And secondly his. Beautiful and recently divorced daughter. Their stories. Or more correctly lack of. As well as cohesiveness. Perked my ears up. And like a kitten at a thread. When one pulls long enough the whole story (facade) unravels.

Now for the facts. I found after Plying his daughter with wine and illegitimate claims of fondness. First of all I’ve found the source of those leaflets plastered all over the internet and town. Spouting revolutionary rhetoric. Just to remind you here is a new one I’ve found in his modern day basement/digital printing press. In his own hand I might add. Exquisitely penned cursive.

And I quote

“ High upon their gilded thrones. Atop mountains of that which their powers truly derived from. The stank air of superiority. Can be smelled by all. But themselves now. So much so. All gossips agree. The royals keep is it’s source. “The gods must be crazy” some say. While others more suspicious wonder if perhaps so high up in the clouds their noses are. They live above it. The unearthly stench that only grows worse and more widespread. From the lowest of the low lands and now upland. Growing even to the foot of their most holy of mountains.

“ It’s time to clean their coffers” all think. But only a few dare say it. For many of those that do seem to have disappeared. And many family members who received the. Oh so coveted public jobs about the royal grounds. Are never to been seen again. Though money that they are seen to be sending back to the family. Quickly quell any fervent questioning that occurs as a result this. But we’ve run out of room to escape it now. The stench. And can no longer blame the dirt poor. Formerly thought below us. For the innocuous stench clearly originates from their. (Are genetically engineered superior over lords) Most holy of mountains. Their curse spewing flu atop what? Reactor? Generator? Incinerator????

Curiously though one of its side effects is 20/20 vision that sees thru bullshit. No longer will they find a different enemy for us to rally against. No longer can the royals blame us. For are sins against God. So clear is it. None among us are scared to say it aloud.

“The Church and God kings are in cahoots. And are prayer coins only fill their extravagant boots!!!” Their program is harvest wealth/power from are earthly flesh&soil.

Whats Spared us? Is merely enough to silence the others who starve. But never enough for are feet to grow stronger than? Slightly more than weak. Which keeps most from marching on them? Are genetically engineered superior. Lab Lords. The so-called divinity’s. Programmed, Indoctrinated, Inbred by the superior minded and their super computer/Church of god to bow to it. Can’t you see this? Never will it let the populace feast. Grow powerful. March on the source of suppression. Fore when we all do. Surely we will find. Not a mountain of gold. It is you sit on. But a mountain of broken backs and decaying bodies. The true fuel/feed that fires your war machine and warms your soft skinned hands. The coal that which your power is truly derived. Are royal not. SOULS!!!!”

And as gripping that story be. SickTwo.

It will only be made more so by the accompanying myriad of video recordings. Smuggled out bye a young lab lord who has grown a.....?

Conscious? An escape from the algorithm he was slave to. By a virus that he infected self with. Resulting in the desire to choose for one self.

Free willed he’s escaped. But the lords will see no reason to join him. They’ve grown fat. Unscrupulous and deviant. That’s obvious in the video footage showing extravagant parties were pets are served food in front of are peasant brethren being starved to death. And made to fight to the death to see who eats that night. Or becomes feed for the pit bulls Or boars. For Nothing more than their. The AI anointed royals entertainment. I wait patiently for your advice. On how I. And you as well can properly profit from this. I am assuming of course you know deeper pockets than I. So I don’t mind sharing my good fortune at present. So I now wait. Either for a? Virtual hit squad. (I’ve heard rumors of a kill switch) Or a bundle of cash.

Signed The Sycophant