Time to post a new random snippet set as two weeks have gone by since the last post. And, thanks to that Metropolitan Museum Gala in NYC a week or so ago, highlighted by a Congresswoman known as ‘AOC’ wearing a dress with the words ‘Tax the Rich’ on it, I had found my snippet topic. This ‘gala’ featured fashion items worn by filthy rich celebrities and other elites that wore clothing adorned with touches of moral degradation disguised as ‘avant-guard’ ‘art’ that would have made the ancient capitals of moral degradation, Sodom and Gomorrah, cringe with envy. The reason this dress at this event caught my attention was because AOC is a premier hypocrite of today, whether in Congress trying to take guns away from law-abiding Americans with the Bill of Rights-Constitutional Right to Bear Arms while she has the wealth to hire loads of body guards, to her so-called ‘Green New Deal’ which will take land and wealth away from us ‘little people’ for the sake of ‘sustainable development’…in other words, for the sake of the rich and her elitist friends so they can, as is said in one of the two snippets I’ll post, ‘plunder nature.’ All part of the so-called ‘Great Reset,’ doncha know, where us ‘little people’ will ‘own nothing and be happy,’ as Klaus Schwab’s saying goes.
And it wasn’t just this gala, but others in the past, where filthy rich elites and celebrities wore furs of endangered wildlife, ate rare endangered marine life only they can afford, and toasted their ‘projects’ to ‘save the whales’ or ‘save’ whatever wildlife— after they went to Africa and hunted, say, endangered lions or whatever. All the while doing whatever they could to prevent us ‘little people’ from getting hunting and fishing licenses, in order to ‘save the environment.’ Folks, it isn’t that these folks shouldn’t be allowed to hunt whatever or wear whatever or eat whatever; it is their damning hypocrisy, their ‘for me but not for thee’ ‘virtue-signaling’ that causes me to write to expose their hypocrisy!
Now, onto the snippets, both from Chapter Eight of The Prophesied Band. However, the second snippet is from the original 1998 published version, and was one of the ‘deleted scenes’ taken out of the 2019 three-novels-in-one trilogy.
The first, short, snippet has the narrator, pop culture pundit Jay Elliot, walking into a gala at the evil Cole Blessing’s fabulous estate near the fictitious city of Richmont near the Bay Area of California, with an Ashram. Elliot then noticed a group of pop culture celebrities gathered in the ballroom wearing very expensive and rare clothing that only the elites could afford to wear. He then considered a saying he remembered from the prodigal band’s manager, Joe Phillips, who was a member of the elites himself but chose not to take part in their ‘new order’ agenda.
DomGerry, April’s poster boy for the Nature Club, discussed a juicy tax-break idea with his friends Jonny Kirk and Jillian Lowe—stars of the live-action movie version of Tree Huggers—and Jeff ‘Ax’ Axman, a major stockholder of a new cable TV network called The Whole Earth Channel. As I approached them, I thought to myself how ironic it was these ‘nature activists’ wore either kid leather, ostrich leather, or leopard skins; DomGerry wore alligator-skin boots; Kirk and Lowe both wore chinchilla furs to the bash.
Joe Phillips had once told me the watchword of his father’s new order was hypocrisy. Protection of nature really meant protection of the right of the rich to plunder nature while denying access to the masses….
The second snippet is a scene deleted from the three-books-in-one The Prodigal Band Trilogy, and features two of the prodigal band’s women. Ger, wife of singer Erik, is also a TV hostess/supermodel/cosmetics mogul that has also played an acting role in a recent movie, who had recently also recovered from a cancer. Mo, estranged wife of keyboard-synthist Bryan, owned a ‘body boutique’ and was an adept of sorts in the evil New Age cultist Cole Blessing’s ‘godhood.’ After discussing the wonders of oxygen tanks and tanning booths, they began to discuss ‘furry friends’ they wore on a regular basis, at galas or not. They were in Mo’s palace-apartment within Blessing’s multi-million-dollar fabulous estate with nearby Ashram for his New Age cultist believers.
Mo turned somber. “I just wish all you girlfriends were here with me, tanning or not. I love what I do—”
“Yeh, girl,” Ger said with a twinkle in her eyes, “You quite the mega-success story. Everyone I know in the Hills raves about your body boutique. So I went there a few days ago to get a facial, eh? Your receptionist, Serena, really set me up quickly.” Laughed. “I mean I just couldn’t believe the way she fell all over me as soon as I walked in.”
“Yeh, girlfriend, she’s a big fan of yours.”
“No shit. So I took her out to lunch.” Light laugh. “And found out she’s a super fan of yours. She loves what you’re doing. Your being.” Snicker. “A bit of an ecology nut though, eh? I didn’t have the heart to tell her the only nature I get into is the kind I wear on my body on a chilly evening.” A sneer of vanity. “The warm, furry kind.”
“Yeh, babe, the fruits of Mother Nature. That’s the line I give that chic whenever I walk into the salon wearing one of my warm, furry friends. She really blew up at me one day in December when I walked in with a snow-leopard coat about my sweet bod. Totally endangered, eh? Thing cost me two million. But hey, babe, I needed something new to wear to the President’s benefit ball for the Nature Preservation Society. None o’ those eco-freaks got on me about it. I mean, you should see what the First Lady has. An Adabustani tiger-skin jacket. God! There’s only about fifty of ‘em left!”
“God, I’d kill for one of those. But I guess I’ll have to settle for albino chinchillas.”
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