They've done this voluntarily by the way. My interest was gigs there, and securing the market if and when here to make that illustrious bill.
But I did stipulate dual citizenship, which also means they're protecting their own. It also means I could be deported by the president, an interesting new parameter, but it would actually make matters worse for you.
Then it's their court, plus our court, and now the ICC.
Looks like that gig covers no one, and they're one of few options who didn't themselves steal.
Illegally tapped networks and security systems to illegally monitor and stalk like a maniacal supervillain while talking mad shit, sure. But let's face it, if the law came close to accounting for people anything like me, my only defense would be grandfather clause.
Or just 'prove it'.
So we've all had our advantages, it's a fair balance. And the shit talking was an equal exchange. But the benefactors say I should pursue these matters of theft, through the legal, as they themselves have stood as third party monitors.
It was important to them of course, to ascertain if I may just be insane. A test I've never feared to take. A lot of it came to the fact that these people have consistently behaved reprehensibly, openly, and with the greatest mockery.
Just shitty people. Such gaping fucking assholes, just wrong in the morality, they don't even want, nor ever even needed their movies.
Remember.
They removed all investment in hollywood within a week of my response to what I'd found. Before that, they covered an average third of every blockbuster made and that's no exaggeration.
This is pivotal.
This loss is what drove them to DEI grants for funding. If that's something one cares about. And the reason it didn't fly was, ironically, 'bad writing'.
So.
They think I have a case and will continue their oversight to ensure both fairness, and personal safety. The latter less required but it makes me feel warm and fuzzy nonetheless. And it doesn't seem that any of these companies will sell there until this matter is resolved.
Which means No one makes a billion dollar movie, except maybe me and whomever I work for. Which in turn means no one can afford to make blockbusters at the established and now expected level of quality which Only worked, with that market accessible.
Which to my understanding will not be, until these matters are resolved.
And right now the only ones talking are the only ones with no said matters. In fact the sort to very much enjoy watching exactly that kind of show.
Checkmate.
Now lay it down. Pay what you owe so we can all move on please. No more talk. No more dramas. No more promises. Whatever you've got in the field, will not make budget. Because mathematically, it can't.
You'll have to cut cost by over a half, which means a lower grade of effects than you taught your audiences to expect, before this drama. Pay what you owe.
It's nothing compared to your losses already, or your costs, let alone what you still stand to lose. Reminder. This was about serial rapists and pedophiles, slavers.
It was you who answered that by making it about theft. You have no leg to stand on, and you're falling. Pay what you owe. I you wait until I will absolutely make it loud. And even if I lose the case, you will still lose the public opinion.
To them, it will answer all their questions.
And you will burn like the serial rapists and pedophiles, slavers, you stood for. Amen.
A deep voice in the dark ~ "What did they do ?" The hooded figure looks around, then leans into leans back into the child's whisper, "These humans and then tell me who." The sound of ratcheting steel, metal grinding on concrete, nearby traffic outside the alley shows it the 90's.
The child's whisper into his ear ... eyes begin to glow a rage in flesh stripped sockets, rusted bone worn through at the cheeks.
The man - "ooh ... and then noo ... " A last rattle of iron closure as the child watches him rise ...
('Fire and Brimstone' by Death Valley Girls)
Two
black dogs run barking to the shredded outer fence of a property
expanse, inside a frightened man packs quickly, stuffing cash to a bag
and turning for the door. Outside the security team closes in after the
dogs.
~ While Miserella roller-skates around her massive empty
house in her drive in theater uniform (movie screen on her head showing
security footage of the scene).
The hounds stop barking at the
cloaked man as his his legs split on two as now a tall beast looking
down at these two. He leaps over and bounds with blades ratcheting out,
naked beneath the cloak but for the many straps required to hold
together his appendages over flesh which seems similarly there to hold
together what's rusted bone and blade.
~ then out the backdoor and into the pool.
He charges the attackers with a swipe to the bullets as though annoyances, side to side leaps now harder to track, and then into the fray.
Switchblade - "Overrated to be sated when the flesh is liberated to be dated to be freighted like you're supermarket baited now you're crated consecrated to be the future's waited there'll be flowers there'll be powers and lots of fallen towers as I scour and devour for every hour after hour ..." To the last dropping his gun in terror before falling to his knees. "So now you cower."
He smiles as the dogs run up, tearing
the security man apart. Looks to the sound of the starting engine then
leaps away while the dogs take their screaming meal, the sound of
crunching metal in the distance.
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Detective - "And my fee ?"
Chief - "Your fee's for a head. Bring me a head and I'll pay you your fee. Now get the fuck out of here and start earning it, and by the way. Interpol's waiting for you at your shitty little apartment."
Detective - "Fuck me."
Chief - "I'd rather fuck a lawnmower."
In Palestine, a calm day before a barrage strikes suddenly, buildings
destroyed in the wake. Inside an urban school, Aedera stands
between
shelves in the school library. With the explosions it suddenly
collapses around her.
In the settling
dust she's leaned over breathing hard. The bookshelf on her back, the
rubble on the bookshelf. Breathing deeply she coughs blood, the shelf
and rubble shifting with her every move.
A tear, she closes her eyes and breathes deeply, with a jagged breath. She exhales to relax and let it fall.
A child's voice - "Ms. Aedera ?"
She breaks into tears in the dark, with the growing sound of children coughing and crying out around her.
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In the hut.
She
leans over the nameless, his body overgrown with moss and clover, and
kisses him on the cheek, the mouse crawls up her hand to her shoulder.
She
stands taking the blunderbuss and powder bag, blue light fading to
darkness. In the night's dim light she walks quietly out the door.
The sound of digging past the rubble, a voice ...
"Is there anyone still in there ?"
Aedera
- Crying out, pained from the weight, "Yes ! Come quickly ! I can't
... I can't ..." She takes deep breaths, and continues.
Stones are moved, shifting the ruble, collapsing on her weight as she
stains, taking deep breath between the tears, a tiny light shines
through.
The voice - "Are you still in there ?"
Aedera - In a near scream, "Please !"
Breathing and composing, stones shifting, she continues.
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Aedera - "Firsts and seconds, they sit around the fire after dusk ...
the ladies of fate, freed so briefly of their thirds of three."
The fire glows in the room under her face as she speaks dripping tears to steam, the saddest tale for her to tell.
____
Naamah - A small bird on her stick, "So the men are dead ! Ran
off to war and died in a blast. Hm ! I read in peace."
Crone - Twirling a stick with a fish, "Oh yes ... run they did. Hee hee ! Run they did."
Lilith - A marshmallow, "Well not all the men ..." She sideways glances Naamah.
Mother - A lizard, "What do you know about it ? You only date birds !"
...
Lilith - "You know I've always wondered. Who's the man that made you the mother ?"
Crone - "Oh !" Leans back on her rock "He was handsome !"
Mother - "I really think she should be here for this story ..."
Crone - "Well she's Not ! So I get to tell it."
