*~  the Majority Whip   ~*~*
~~ a murder mystery written and illustrated by
the World Famous Artist Sean Terrence Best *~V8~*+
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*~*~  Chapter One: the Assassin  ~*~*


Dick Popgun and his personal assistant Lace Flowerpetal sit in the
shadows of a dimly lit fifth floor office and stare out into the night
at the seedy city below ~*
From only 2 miles, the bone white dome of the Capital Building
reflects in the wetness of their eyes like the ghostly glow of a
Greco~Roman moon.
A single reading lamp with a short light switch chain hanging from
it sits on a cluttered desk beside an old Olympia typewriter.  A siren
can be heard wailing in the distance.  Lace Flowerpetal applies
cherry red lipstick to her supple mouth with one hand, holding a
make~up compact mirror with the other.
"Lace" says Dick, " I like that dress you have on, where did you get
it?"
"Oh thank you, Dick, there was a sale today at Yvette's! Their
Retro~Rack has some interesting pieces and I thought a change
would do me good."
"Yes, Lace, it does me good to see you exercise your independence
in these dark times of subliminal mental persuasion.  I mean, look
out there at our beloved metropolis, you can almost see the weight
of the Propagandist Lies pressing down on the city like a lead
blanket, smothering the liberal life out of every man, woman and
child."
"Don't become too distracted by the tactics of the Corporate
Controlled Military Industrial Complex, Dick.  Remember, you have
your manifesto to complete and the elections can be affected for
the benefit of the People if you publish in time."
"You're right, Lace.  Let's get back to work."
Dick and Lace didn't notice the shady figure silhouetted in the
grungy, neon rimmed street below. Clad in a dark gray overcoat
with a wide brimmed hat pulled low over its brow, this menacing
element of the night moved stealthily as if on some covert,
disreputable mission.  Dick paced back and forth in front of Lace's
desk dictating the manifesto to her as her delicate fingers moved
over the letters on the keys in a flurry of sensual, rhythmic motion
giving type to his words, sentences and paragraphs.  Both blithely
unaware as the mysterious figure ducked into the dark blue alley
directly beneath Dick Popgun's office.  The shifting, shadowy
shape quietly sneaking up the fire escape to plant a musicbox
sized mechanism on the sill outside the window in immediate
proximity to the very desk where Dick and Lace are working so
intently composing the Manifesto of the Free Thinking People of
Earth.  Neither of them observe the dark figure, with it's eyes
glowing yellow like a cat's between narrow slits, as it sets a timer
on the small, red device then silently and rapidly descends back to
the dirty, dark alley below.  A few splash sounds of shoes in coal
puddles as the figure darts through the blue shadows of the alley
and rounds the corner of a brick edifice disappearing into the
shuffling crowds which throng the sidewalks of a rainy Friday
night in the tabloid city.
" Do you hear something ticking?" Lace asks Dick.
Listening with the concentration of a hound dog, head side
slanting as if to focus the sound keenly in the ear canal Dick
replies " All I hear is the rumble of the street life on a Friday night
in October.  A ticking sound you say?"
"Yes, Dick.  A faint ticking sound, sort of like the second hand on a
clock."
"I can't hear it?"
"Oh well, never mind, let's get back to work."
"O.K., Lace, now let's see, where were we, umm, what do we have
so far?"
Lace begins reading the body of text which shall form the
Manifesto of the Free Thinking People Earth and all the while the
tick~tock, tick~tock of the small red device right outside the
window continues the countdown to doom!
Lace's pretty red lips part and she reads aloud in her stout yet very
feminine voice,
" the Manifesto of the Free Thinking People of Earth
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beware the Propagandist Lies !!
commercial advertising on TV and in Movies is full of Propaganda
which is designed to trick you and trap you and warp your mind !!
your favorite TV show is out to get you !!
your favorite movie is a sham concocted to oppress the free
thinking capacity of your mind !!
Propaganda manipulates the Minds of the Masses !!
Beware the Propaganda designed to enslave the Public !!
the Trends, the Fads, the Pulp~Fiction, the Popular~Culture, the
Popular Music, even Religion, and even the so~called educational
curriculum of our Public Schools, they are all driven by a
subversive plot to steal your independence and rob you of your
self~control !!
don't hang out with the Kool~Kids !!
avoid the in~crowd !!
chain restaurants, all~night diners, the local watering hole, the well
has been poisoned !!
don't drink from the community well, the water has been poisoned
with the disinformation of the two~faced, single~edged sword of
the covert schemes of the Propagandist Lies !!
even your job is a device for molding your personality into a placid
and pliable surface upon which they stamp the motives of their
Master Plan !!
your college educated career has been covertly crafted to
subliminally force you into submission to their nefarious agenda of
enslaving the entire population of Earth !!
People everywhere are in constant danger of the Propagandist Lies
!!
their very lives are immediately threatened by the rotten corruption
of the Corporate Controlled Military Industrial Complex which is
secretly operated by the evil invading Space Aliens !! "
the World Famous Artist
Sean Terrence Best !! *~V8~*+
Born 1969
to be continued...........
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