One of the most untruthful things possible, you know, is a collection of facts, because they can be made to appear so many different ways.
--Dr. Karl Menninger

 


 

Saturday, October 11, 2003

4:23 pm

Weslaco, Texas

 

***The scene opens with a shot of Wilson’s small home on the upper east side of Weslaco Texas.  We can see Wilson’s car outside the front gate…but there also seems to be another car next to Wilson’s.  The scene moves inside the house to see Melissa Ipina sitting down with Wilson in the living room sipping some tea.  They seem to have been talking for a while…***

 

WILSON:  …that’s all I found.

 

***Wilson hands Melissa the letter left to David by Jeannette.***

 

MELISSA:  How the hell did he get this?

 

WILSON:  I wish I knew.  I watched Riot on Tuesday.  He didn’t seem right…

 

MELISSA:  I watched too. 

 

WILSON:  He’s been gone since last week.  He’s truck is still at his house.  I found his keys on the lawn. 

 

MELISSA:  I wish he would have just stayed around so we could explain to him about what happened more.

 

WILSON:  He read that letter and flipped.  He doesn’t want to know any more.  He finally knows the truth…

 

***The scene cuts there and fades outside.***

 

Saturday, October 11, 2003

6:38 pm

Washington D.C.

 

***The scene reopens with a shot of David Dunn walking in front of the White House.  David is still wearing the army jacket, faded blue jeans, and green backpack that he started out with a week ago.  David stops for a second and looks up at the White House.   David stands there watches a light go out of the White House.***

 

DUNN:  The government of the united states…

 

***David shakes his head slowly then turns away from the White House.***

 

DUNN:  President Bush…a pawn in the master plan.  Commander of the Free Companies…The Chief….Everyone’s boss…it’s nothing more than a lie…a virus.  The president really is nothing more than a pawn for the powers that be.  A puppet if you will.  He sits on his throne, waves to the people, makes a view speeches…it’s all for show.  It’s all just an illusion for the people in the country to think they chose someone to be there voice…someone that is one of them…when will people wake up to the truth.  President Bush isn’t in power…no one in congress is…it’s all being controlled by someone else.  Don’t know who it is…don’t care who it is.  Wish people would realize it…of course…there’s other things I wish they would realize as well…

 

I wish people would just wake up one morning and realize that just because old Bush tells everyone that everything is just fine and dandy…it’s not.  It hasn’t been for a long while.  In fact I can’t remember a time that this country has ever been all right for that matter.  We sit on our asses and talk peace when other countries try with every fiber in there being to destroy us.  Is that right?  No.  It’s wrong.  There pointing missiles and rockets at our cities, states, the whole fucking country.  Is that right?  No.  Do we do anything about it?  No.  We talk…send people to look over the country…it’s bullshit.  All of it is bullshit if you ask me.  I’m sick of it all.  I’m sick of this country, our so-called leaders, all of it!  So this is one person in a voice of millions that is making his voice heard for one…change or watch us die.

 

***David steps away from in front of the White House.  David walks away.***

 

Saturday, October 11, 2003

8:12 pm

Washington D.C.

 

***The scene reopens with a small family standing in front of the Lincoln Monument.   A little boy stands between his mother and his father as they take pictures of a statue of a great man.***

 

BOY:  Mommy?

 

***The mother looks down at her son.***

 

MOTHER:  What is it angel?

 

BOY:  Who is he?

 

DUNN:  That’s Honest Abe…

 

***David steps out of the shadows.***

 

DUNN:  Hi folks.

 

FAMILY:  Hello.

 

***David walks over to the Monument and leans against it.***

 

DUNN:  This is a monument of Abraham Lincoln.  A former President…and…in my opinion…the last person to hold any respect to the office of such. 

 

BOY:  Where is he?

 

DUNN:  President Lincoln was murdered.  Why?  Because he saw something wrong with the country.  He tried to correct it.  He tried to make things better.  In doing so…the powers that be…had him killed.

 

BOY:  Why?

 

DUNN:  In this country it’s either there way or the highway.  There being the Powers that Be.  You screw with them, you whined up dead like old Abe.  Yet I’m sure he gave his life in honor.  He died trying to do something to help his fellow man.  Sadly, he didn’t know the truth.

 

BOY:  The truth? 

 

DUNN:  The truth…he didn’t know…why the Truth is a Virus.

 

***David walks away with the parents looking on in total confusion.  Yet the little boy looks up at his father and smiles at the words David had spoken to him.***

 

Saturday, October 11, 2003

6:38 pm

Washington D.C.

 

***The scene reopens with a shot of a dank, scum infested, piece of shit motel.  We can see senators walking into rooms with young woman…I pretty sure there not there wife’s…or voters that want to talk about the issues.  We pear into room 109 to see David Dunn standing by a window looking out at the people going into the motel rooms.***

 

DUNN:  This is where your tax dollars go.  To some asshole senator that you never meet and decides to blow all that money on a nice piece of ass.   Pathetic.  There hired to speak for the common man…well if the common man wants blowjobs then there doing a good job.  Thinking about it more…that is what the common man wants I guess.  Of course I think the common man would like to have his cake instead of paying someone to eat it for him.

 

It’s these types of things that might make you start wondering that the country is turning into a place that you just can’t raise kids any more.  There are such horrible things in the world, you don’t need to be hearing or see more of it.  Alas it doesn’t seem like it coming to an end any time soon.  In fact it just keeps growing after every passing moment.

 

I sit back and look every few years at the morons that get into office.  I think to my self, “What the hell was the American People thinking when they picked that person?”  I can’t blame the people of this country though.  They just bought into hype.  After years of watching idiots get into office there brains have just finally worn out.  It’s not all the governments fault though.  TV is a big part of it.  After years of watching cartoons, Pee Wee Herman, then throw in a little Mr. Rogers to sum everything up to “It’s a fun easy life.”  No wonder why these people are voting for the wrong fucking people.

 

I can’t help it.  Idiots just piss me off in general.  No I’m not talking about that class clown you knew in high school or college.  Or even most of the people on CNN.  I mean people that are Idiots.  Proud morons that go on and on every fucking week.  The Truth is those people are the worse.  They know there stupid, slow, retarded, whatever, and they’re proud of it.  They trot on there stage week after week making complete fools of themselves.  At first it seems funny.  I’ll admit that.  But then…then it just turns sad.

 

Raven your one of those people.  Of course you already knew that right.  You’re the Virus that plagues the people in the country.  You’re the Virus that warps the minds of any one that sits through one of your Mr. Rogers, Scooby Doo, Michael Jackson, moron fests.  You pride yourself on being the stupidest son of a bitch that ever lived.  GOD!

 

You sit there with your friend and joke about any sick twisted thought that pops in your mind.  Maybe this is why everyone calls you a choke artist.  Maybe that’s why you’ve always been invited to the dance…yet…you never get into the door.  People don’t think your funny.  They think your retarded.  The only reason your still around, still doing your stupid stunts, is because they pity you.  As I do. 

 

Raven you have no idea what the truth is.  The way you act it doesn’t even seem you care.  Being a second rate person and a first rate idiot is all your ever going to be if you continue to walk this path.  Maybe you should go into rehab or something.  I’m sure they’re people in the psych ward that would be more than willing to help you.  Hell maybe there the truth would come to you in a morphine induced dream. 

 

Sadly none of this is going to happen.  You’re too stupid to realize when someone is telling you the truth.  You live the lie…the virus.  I didn’t want this to end in bloodshed.  I wanted to get through to you…others failed…yet I tried.  Now it seems I have failed as the rest did.  It goes now to the final straw.  In the state…Minnesota…I pass judgment on your ass.  I walk that line between sane and insane.  Not for a win, or to prove something to anyone, but to help you. 

 

Maybe that’s the problem…maybe you’ve been in too many wars in the past.  Your head hit over and over until finally you just snapped.  That could be the problem.  All you need is someone to beat the sense back into.  What do you think Raven?  Could I help you?  Could myself repeatedly smashing your head into something maybe knock the sense back into you?  I’m just asking because if it won’t, then I won’t bother trying.  I truly want to help someone like you reach up to the norm once again. 

 

Why?

 

For the simplest reason of them all…to shut the idiot up that lives in your head.  You may be proud of who you are.  You may enjoy who you are.  But no one else does.  As I said, they pity you.  Aren’t you tried of being pitied?  Don’t you want for the first time in your life to be respected for who you are and not your actions?

 

These are all speculations by my part.  Even knowing I have a good idea that I’m right about my thoughts and comments.  It really doesn’t seem to matter.  Either way it goes…Raven…you will learn why the truth is a virus…

 

…Enough Said…

 

***The scene fades to black.***