Entangled

Part 5

5.

"I wwake p in the morning, to the sound of gunfire, peopelo are screaming, there is despair and death on the streets of old Kiev. " Its time for a little update. My eyes are watery as I speak into the camera. I spew a bunch of names and places. I give reports about battles taking place. Some coincide with real ones that are taking place, some, are made up. Because I managed to forge such awesome credentials and social enginner my way up to them, they arent questioning my reports. They are not realy intersteed in facts. Make X look evil, make Y look defenseless. It works.

I received a n email confirming my aplpication. I am now a freelance writer for conservative Tribune. It wasn't forgery this time. Just good writing skils and forging a fake character. A staunch conservative, pro war, a Fox news correspondent. Oh well .Yes, it was forgery, but it was worth it. I have to pen my first article for them. It has to be obnoxious and false. But it has to be tough. No one dares question you, when they perceive you as tough and unyielding.

My question is, how do I mess with them. How do I take them down.

Stuck dep in the bottom of every major journalist lancing fro BBC, NBS, CBS, BBSCS is the hand of a grinning Gepetto.

It wasn't easy writing fro them. Can I pull this off. Can I live with myself. How fake can I be. How do those people do it. You know, the talking, smiling heads, that modify their mimicry from situation to situation. Do they go in the morning in front of the mirror? Do they start talking. Do they smile confidently. Do the burst into tears while trying to keep cool. Do they confrtont their sold, auctioned, slave self. Or do they hide it under tonso f alcohol , drugs or pointles discussions. Does your robot face ever cry, ever know anger, outrage, despair, Mr Cooper?. Or are those money that you get enough to poweder it off.

Do they have brekdowns, due to the endless number of lies and distroted facts and misinformation they shove down our throats?

Any addict that knows he's and addict, also knows the machinations and that the system is made to keep everyone in ignorance. Any drug addict, knows that the drug, the crack, the heroine, the MJ is bad, that is going to take them down, that theyr not just gona hit rock bottom, but their going right through it. The fall has no ending. Te pit its bottomless. I know that the media, the huge PR giant, that is called the media is made to confuse us, me, but with all that I stil cant help it. I watch Christine Ammanpour, or Anderson or John Oliver. They almost seem human. I am sure they piss, eat, take shits like evry other human being, but deep inside there istn anything left. The conscience has been suspended. Th3e conflict has to be resolved. And they cant let go of the money, so they have to let go of their soul.

The editor from the British publication called me on Skype. He really liked the opening of my article "The totaliratian fascist states of America." Of course the chief editor of the American Tribune also loved "the totalitarian stalinist states of Europe" They were both pleased.

The editor, Mr Harlowe, has a hanging gull, his eyes are dropping over his jaw,and he has a sick smile. Like a last phaze cancer patient at a ball for teens with STD's.

"I really liked your work, Mr. Moreno. Very well documented, and truly edgy tone. If you get some footage, that would really get us to the next step. Some blood, abused children, corpses. It's really something. We are counting on you. You are our best reporter there and considering the fact you speak the language, I would really like you to delve, to really penetrate the atmosphere and get as many stories..umm facts as you can"

Im already thinking. I know a few students in the town, russian or russian speakers. A few bottles of Absolut Vodka will get them going. I don't know how Im supposed to tget them suits but Ill manage somehow.

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