Killer Klowns

There is a movie called "Killer Klowns From Outer Space" from which this derives it's name. The movie is ridiculous but the message is not.

Important!

As a sort of disclaimer, let's get real. If the following is taken for anything other than entertainment then one is not just delusional but bordering on the insane. If that is the case then be sure to seek immediate medical, mental or even 'spiritual' advice as to how one should proceed. One may even throw the bones if so desired. It still won't change the fact because entertainment is a very serious business - in a funny sort of way.

Seriously though, the images used in this presentation are in the public domain. If that is not the case please let me know. The content is pure fiction. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Some of the media may have been altered to suit the style of story telling so if some of it looks amateurish you would be right.

Chapter 1.0

A long time ago several 'buds' got together to form a cluster of some self-inflicted gratuitous back slapping. There were good times to be had by all as each energized the other all in glorious ego-pumping fun. The laughs were many at the expense of others - fabulous fun!

Looking out across the vast emptiness of their environs the jubilation faded as the realization came home to notify them that not all is happy in the Land of Eden.

"Yeech!" cried the one called Miss Carriage, "We need to do something about that."

Picking up the pace, Mar-Tay follows with, "I can understand why so many thetans come and go around here. Who would want to hang around here."

Picking and choosing the timing Flubbard finally lays down the law. "I've got a plan..."

As his face flickers and takes on a moronic look Miss Carriage, hot on Flubbard's heels, volunteers, "Hey that's great. I've been biting my nails ever since we let the atmosphere out. Just look at this place."

"Now don't get yer panties in a bind little sis. Forget all that. Just because these here inhabitants took exception don't mean we need to take it all personal like. Let it go. Here, and give it back when yer done." Flubbard passes a well used handkerchief to Miss Carriage and patiently waits as the misses' blows a good hard one and hands it back. Stuffing it back into his back pocket Flubbard lets off a good laugh which of course shakes his belly like a bowl of left-over jello.

"It's time to celebrate!"

Feeling left out in the cold Mar-Tay decides to contribute his just due, "We did it once... why not again. You know, just to drive home the point."

Jumping up and down with glee Grinder interjects, "I be drivin' Miss Daisy!"

As Miss Carriage can't help but let out a toothy smile, "Oh Grinder, you are just a darling! Come here and give daddy a nice big hug. You deserve a Big Mac."

"Boys!" yells Flubbard with a stern look as he wags his finger at the both of them, "Ya'll need to fo-cuss! I mean to leave another mark on the face of the planet so who's with me? Who's gonna drop the load like a ton of bricks and do some dam-age! We gonna watch them little doggies roll in the their graves as they gonna get some religion. You know what I mean - it's payday and we are gonna collect us some loot. Ahem..."

Flubbard clears his throat and brings his 'a tad overdone' routine on line. "These are the times that try men's souls. In this test of time we must come together and fight the good fight for it is at this time that the truth of man's salvation can finally come to pass."

And just then Miss Carriage let's one go, the stink of which is quite overpowering.

Taking a deep sniff Mar-Tay nonchalantly enjoys a follow-up. "Holy crap Batman. That's one heavy load you're carrying. Let's see if we can get the natives to fight over each other for a piece of it. There isn't any time or place that I can't lay to waste. Ha-ha, 'lay to waste' - I am so damn funny!"

Perturbed, Flubbard shakes his head and wonders just how these clowns are going to keep it together since they are already nearing the end of a very long leash.

"First one to out-do the others wins!" says Miss Carriage as he takes flight but not before gazing in the mirror of charm to ensure that his dapper self continues to smile in satisfaction knowing that the way to win friends and influence people is to look them in the eye with pleasant charm while stabbing them in the back with an ice pick worthy of a nuclear winter's freeze.

While each one leaves Mars to seek fame and glory on planet Earth Flubbard remains behind just a tad longer in order to dictate another entry into his journal.

"Here it is another day in the life of greatness and those boys still haven't a clue as to what I am up to. The Grand Council told me to tow the line and I sure am - the stupid pests. They will believe anything. The problem with empty promises is that I've got to keep coming up with some new and great explanation about how the universe works but that is after all my specialty. I love making up stories but what is really amazing is to see the thetan-jerks soak it all up like a sponge to hell. Xenu says I can't be like him when I already am. The nice thing about family is that no one lies..."

As a bout of laughter echoes off the canyon walls the fade of black becomes evident.

Chapter 1.1

What Happened To Mars?

From the desolation evident it becomes apparent that nature has not taken leave of Her senses but Man has certainly demonstrated his. Face? What face? Like tea leaves we can believe what ever it is that we wish to see but only our imagination can fools into thinking reality is exactly what we expect of it.

From the teeming shores to the vast expanses to the highest view to behold. Mars had it all.

But then the grasshoppers came.

Blue Skies on Mars never looked so good.

And then those who awoke from the dream looked about and gasped in despair.

At least Dune had inhabitants...

...but on Mars there is nothing left but the remnants of a clinging to an historical past that has long since been moved away from. There is no biology left to tell the tale and for those that walk the halls of ghostly whispers the pinnacle of life revolves around the idea that destruction is just another word for "Oh my god!"

Getting over the past is best left to those who wish to do so.

But don't worry, planet Earth has come and gone and come and gone again and again. Like a broken record some things love to be broken and lovingly put out the call to those who dance the same tango. In harmony cohesion takes place and all the good little boys and girls get their just rewards.

Can a reward be considered the poisoning of the atmosphere? Perhaps of the land or water. How about winner takes all?

All of what?

Winning the hearts and minds of free spiritual beings of course. When the dark closes in it effects change. When the subject becomes pliant it can be bent and formed as one so chooses. In the darkness evil works it's magic.

The only way to win is not to play.

You are already free so all that can be done is to convince you - beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you are not free. There is a sucker born every minute and it is you who become suckered when you move off your own being and accept as your own the qualities of another. In accepting the darkness you become it.

Don't you recall this already happening?

Chapter 1.2

Arriving on planet Earth the cabal of self-serving fast food franchisees looked hard and long at the beauty of it all. Indeed, the Pearl had such a lovely luster ever since the oceans grew by leaps and bounds. Surf's up dude!

As the party ramped up the local inhabitants became concerned but through diligent efforts the tide came to be turned. There is no place like home! So what if one is an alien both physically and mentally - what has that got to do with extracting a pound of flesh?

Darkness is let loose upon the land.

The tried and true methods of distraction worked their charm and in calming the natives the Earth became drugged. Lost and alone what other choice is there but to grasp and hold onto the carrot so willingly and 'helpfully' supplied. Such generosity for worthy oriental gentleman!

Besides all that the gnashing of teeth and rubbing of hands can never be fully explored unless the depths of hells are fully realized. It's a long terrible ride down filled with glee and despair - just the right recipe for enjoying a good outing. Though the names have been changed the intent never is. The bloodhounds are well versed of their prey. The broken record skips and spins over and over again. Sometimes, the dance never seems to end.

"The Earth is my toilet. I shall not want."

Now that the spoils of war have been spilled all over the place where is the clean-up crew? Well Dorothy, we're not in Kansas anymore so clean up your own damn mess. That's about the size of it, is it not? When the natives become restless something has to give especially in light of the weakened minds of the good 'ol boys. The choice, as always, lies with incapacitated dumb-asses.

But don't let that fool you. Behind every mask, behind every social custom lies the heart of the matter. The truth can be quite appalling can it not?

In the quiet of night the Beast calls your name. Do you not notice the trembling?