
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.***
