The Man Behind the Mic


L.P. Stribling

    The man who stepped onto the podium in the middle of the last quiet moment of humanity wore a suit which suggested he was the true face of patriotism. The small two-cent flag on his black suit’s lapel was tilted slightly, but would pass for centered for the majority of those he met. His eyes flashed hard at the center camera below him, his gaze rocketing into every living room of the nation; in the following seconds, those same eyes would release into every living hollow on the planet that contained a pulse of human life.

    He smiled and began.

    “My fellow World Order people, today we have shown that…”

    From the back corner of her living room, Dena Metrin’s heartbeat brought itself to her attention as she watched the screen, almost panting.

    “Please tell me you’re close, Rick.“ Her eyes darted over to the man hunched over his computer at her left. His fingers ran across his keyboard as if he were epileptic. White text sprayed across a blue screen. The pencil in his mouth had a body lined with bite marks. He had been rolling it around in his mouth clamping his teeth down slightly as he worked. As long as Dena knew him, it was his own peculiar way of dealing with stress. When he bit all the way through it, he would spit it out and pull a fresh pencil from the pack next to his keyboard and begin anew.

    “Err,” he said through his pencil. “Ah depfinilhee feek ahm gehng crossr.” She reached out and threw the pencil out of his mouth to the ground.


    “I said,” he repeated, still looking at the screen, his fingers not slowing, “that I think I’m getting…closer!” The last word erupted from him as the screen began raining white text as a full download of something was coming in.

    “Good,” Dena said, “because I think we’re about to get to the pretty bad part.”

    “…it’s not that often, and we all know this, that we have an opportunity in our history to really change everything that we’ve done – all the mistakes, all the backwardness, all the evil and wrongdoing.” Pause. “Well now, ladies and gentlemen of this beautiful moment. Now is that time, and you should feel a tingle run through you in knowing that you are alive here to witness it, because..”

    “Okay, so now how long? Remember, we only need the microphone. That’s what he’s going to use.”

    “Eah,” Rick said, another pencil in his mouth being gnawed on at breakneck pace. “Uss a fsheew mor sekns.” The keyboard sounded like each key was being hit with hard rain.

    “…and with that I’d like to begin by saying ‘so long’ to our past.” The man motioned off camera with a nod of his hands. The building behind him, almost half a mile away, the backdrop of every presidential speech in the history of the nation shattered as a missile came from the sky and blew it directly from its center outward.

    The sound rocketed the people; the cameras shook, and screams were heard from every angle off camera. The man’s beady eyes focused on his audience without any emotion; he nodded as if this was the reaction he had expected all along.

    “Okay, I’m going to need you to make those magic seconds happen right now because…”

    “…and you can see,” he went on, his voice stern and heavy, “that we are on the precipice of greatness! We are ready for change, for tomorrow, a bright tomorrow. We are ready for…ladies and gentlemen, we’re ready for a makeover.”

    “Got it!” Rick yelled.

    In their room, the only sound came as the pencil dropped from his mouth and clicked a bit as it hit the floor and came to a roll and then stilled. Three hundred miles away, HBC’s main camera shook slightly as the man behind the mic grabbed it from the podium and tore it free to hold it aloft in one victorious hand.

    “Behold!” He yelled. “Our makeover!” He turned the mic upside down and pressed a button on the bottom.

    The nation, the world watched. Nothing.

    He pressed again twice, three times. Nothing.

    “Fucking thing!” He slammed the microphone down and stood back from the podium reaching into his vest under the pin of the nation.

    “Welcome to the new you!” He yelled, drawing the revolver out and aiming at the audience, pulling the trigger faster than the audience could comprehend.

    BAM! BAM! BAM! “Welcome!” He cried with each shot. BAM! BAM! “Welcome!”

    Bullets riddled his body and the man dropped to the stage. All camera screens went black then.

    Dena slid to the floor and loosed a sigh. She and Rick said nothing for a long time. Rick’s box of pencils lay untouched.

    “Well,” she said breaking the silence. “There’s that. Take us home, Rick.”

Seconds passed before the rain started again.


Binks is the Mark



I’m into video games. Love them.

I love Star Wars too.

And I have an idea.

I’m thinking of a first-person shooter where all you do is hunt Jar-Jar Binks and gun his annoying ass down with different types of ammo.

God, that guy sucks.

On Guns

Which message is stronger in our lives?
Which message is stronger in our lives?

Guns – definitely not man’s best friend.


My t.v. remained off during the ado over the Sandy Hook Elementary shootings. My thoughts were somewhere along the lines of ‘what is the point of getting all up in arms over this?’ Why would I want to go out of my way and start pointing fingers? The rest of the nation’s already doing that in itself. I didn’t read any magazine or any of the news articles that talked about what happened. I got the gist of it and even that came to me unwelcomingly.

It doesn’t take a scientist to figure out that certain tools just aren’t productive. Well, I take that back. Perhaps at a certain level, it does. And when I say a ‘certain level’ I guess I’m speaking about the metaphysical level.  I don’t want this to get religious – that’s never a realm in which I intend to find myself. But, we can get in to the metaphysical a bit; because that’s actually something that stays out of the fields of the zealots and keeps it somewhere in the realm of what I would consider the open-minded.

People die. Let’s start there. People die by natural causes, or being forced to die, i.e. being killed. In the former category, there is an endless list of “natural” causes (which, in itself, is a different discussion, which we should probably save for a different time). In the latter category, one can either be killed accidentally or purposely. I would say guns can serve as tools for both instances.

Recently there is this huge political issue as whether or not to ban automatic and semi-automatic weapons. I kept my opinions to myself, during which time, in passing, my step-father asked me (rhetorically), “Why do people need automatic weapons?” My answer was simple – elephants.

But seriously, what justifiable purpose  does one have to make it legal to have a (semi)automatic weapon? Why? I mean, do you go hunting during stampedes in Africa? Without getting into it further, I don’t see any purpose for an automatic weapon. But, then again, my wife would call me an idealist because I don’t see any purpose for any guns. Why do you need a gun?

I can hear all the conservative voices out there – “What if someone’s breaking into your house or tries to kill you, or your family? Hunting? What about hunting? What about the terrorists!? The terrorists and the orcs or demons?! What about that!?”

Yes, the terrorists and the orcs, or the terrorist orcs. Yes, what about those? Do you know that wars are furthered with gunfire? The American media want you to be afraid. It’s called mind control, and the more movies, t.v. and Internet news trash you watch, the more you will be afraid. You want a world full of peace? You will not find it by pointing a gun at another human being and pulling a trigger – even if they fire first. That’s the truth.

Some people call for fewer guns, claiming that guns kill people. Well, so can knives, acid, drugs, swords, and gravity. One wonders what the 2nd amendment said about behavior in the operation of arms. It’s not so much the bullet that ends the life, but the spirit of the bullet’s owner. Would you agree? People have been killed by many things in the history of man, and I would venture to guess that bullets are not at the top of the list.

It’s not about believing everything you hear, whether that be from the news caster or your parents or friends. It’s about going on what seems natural and right to you. Just because the critics and all of your friends say a movie’s good does not make it so for you. It’s what you say that matters.

And the hunting, yeah well, that’s a moot point (the true definition of ‘moot’ – debatable). In my line of thinking, if you want to take an animal’s life, do it with your bare hands; make the fight even, at least. So, you want to kill a deer? Chase a deer down, and kill it. Bears, leopards, and coyotes do it, why can’t you?

Anyway, these are the thoughts that are going though my head on the issue; this is just another man’s opinion. At the end of the day it really doesn’t make any difference in your mind what I think. It matters what you think. But I just hope that you’re able to take my thoughts and work them into your own mixture of feelings. I would rather humanity treat itself to a life filled with love, not hatred. I don’t believe we can keep going on thinking along the lines of Person A saying, “You don’t believe what I believe? You should die!” and Person B responding, “No, you should die!”

Let us make love our goal and words our tools. Let us pursue peace through action of non-action. Let us understand the power of blessings, pure thought, positive thinking, benedictions, and hopeful wishes.


May you have all of these things and a life filled with love, laughter, and peace. Pass it on.

U.S. Media, Brainwashing, “The News” – Erasing the Human Ability to Think

The News


Unless I’m required to (for work or school), I don’t watch the news. I don’t read it either. I don’t listen to it, ask others about it, inject it; listen, I don’t absorb news. Why? Because it’s tainted. It’s media-injected fear-laced propaganda that sinks into our brains like liquid on human skin. There’s a design to it – a very deviously strategic design to “the news.”

You ever think about “who” runs the news? Anyone? Yeah, well, that’s actually pretty public information (which I’m almost surprised about – we’re just steps away from information like that being taken out of the public circle). Go ahead and run any general search for something like “owners of news”, and you come up with a nice light set of gems you can hold in one hand.

Five to Seven people run the United States Media, controlling everything you read, watch, and hear with regard to “the news”, and it’s not just with regard to what we “should know” it’s about what THEY want us to “know”. Those of us who blindly believe the shit they just tell us are the perfect children, the most obedient acolytes, and just the docile citizenry they want.  And the ‘news’ isn’t just shown on different stations and at different times. It’s all day long.

The news tells you who to hate, how to be afraid, who the ‘enemy’ is, why you shouldn’t support FILL IN THE BLANK, what to eat,  what pills to take when you’re tummy’s not feeling well after you ate what you were supposed to, and which insurance to buy, just to include a few.


Today apparently some crazy shit went down in Connecticut. Here’s a question – what business is that of ours? I mean aside from the people who were affected with the issue, what concern is that of ours. Some would say, “Well, it makes us think about what’s going on out there in the world, and the safety of our children.” No it doesn’t! It makes you afraid. It makes you afraid of the world and distrustful of people.

The entire nation does NOT have to know about shit like this. Imagery, violence, negativity are highly effective on people’s outlook and perceptions of what reality is.

Why can’t the police just take care of stuff, notify only the people who it affected, and leave it at that? Because, the only shit they want to report on is the disheartening, the painful, the emotionally challenging, the stuff that pisses people off , tears people apart, asks people to destroy themselves. It’s all a game, political subterfuge, and, on a national level, mass crowd control.

My favorite quotation from Albert Einstein is:

“The most important decision you ever have to make is whether you live in a friendly universe or a hostile universe – in a positive universe or a negative universe.”

            That choice is completely up to you, but the more you watch, listen, read the “news” the more you’re allowing them to numb you, to wash you. Yes, I’m telling you that they are brainwashing us, all of us. They’ve been brainwashing us for years – they just don’t call it that. They call it giving you ‘the news’ (Fair and Balanced). ABC, CBS, CNN, MSNBC – it’s all Big Brother by different names, folks.

Do you realize that when you read the papers about terrorist attacks, you are, indirectly, giving THEM power. You’re giving the media power, you’re giving the political crowd-control background power, you’re giving terrorist groups (if they exist – no I don’t believe they do – and yes, you can call me naïve or ignorant or whatever; it’s a different discussion altogether) power, etc.

People all over the world just want one thing – peace. People just want to relax, chill out with some friends, have some food & drink, laugh, love, and live life. It’s the 1% of power-wielding shitheads out there that just aren’t cool with that. Why?

Because World Peace isn’t profitable.

What IS profitable, however is telling the masses of one nation how they should hate their neighbor nations (or other nations), how they should put money into war and weaponry “just in case”. As long as there’s an enemy, there’s a way to make cash.

People ask, “Well, if I don’t watch the news, I can’t stay informed.” The Internet it the most prodigious knowledge bank human history, and you’re worried about not being informed if you don’t watch “news” from certain ‘respectable sources’. They’re NOT respectable sources. They exist to fuck you – to change you, to rewire you. You have a brain to think for yourself, not to spew forth what someone else tells you to – no matter how much money it’s worth. People today are affixing numbing agent after numbing agent to their own creative spirit by avaricious means. If there’s money involved, and the price is right, they’ll do it.

I’ve digressed.

There are ways to find news out there that carries a more positive (at least objective) slant. If you value being informed by the day, you may want to ask yourself why it is you think that. Why do you need to be informed? Do you need to show that you know stuff. How about go learn all the capitals of Europe or the major rivers of South America. Go learn the Periodic Table of Elements  or the names of all the John Hughes movies. I mean if you just want to know shit, go learn shit. Learn shit that’s relative though, as opposed to feeling pissed off that people were killed by yet another series of bullets in some school. That’s just what they want you to feel – they want you to feel anger – YOU’RE PLAYING RIGHT INTO THEIR HANDS.

Stop reading the news, stop watching their dummy-lined goofy shows with lights, colors and people dressed in suits with nice haircuts. It’s all fake, false, and replete with propaganda – it’s poison and you’re the dummy rat…and they have endless supplies of it.

It’s your mind, it’s the most angelic, magical tool you have. You can do things with it, you would never believe until you witnessed it yourself. At the same time, you can give into their distractions, dumb-down candy, and poison. You can just accept the world they give you.

Protect it. Consider the thoughts you have and ask yourself if they’re your own or if they were handed to you with such frequency and for so long, that you’ve simply accepted them.

Blessings to all my brothers and sisters of Humanity. Blessings, Kindness, and Health.