THE WALLS COME CRUMBLING DOWN

I HAVE BEEN GOING BACK THROUGH, SOME OF MY OLD, UNPUBLISHED POSTS. HOPE, YOU LIKE IT, BECAUSE I DO!


       There is an underground cesspool, called The Fun Factory. Elected representatives of the people indulge, paid for by a secret society. Wives are pampered like Royalty, their children play with the latest electronic-gizmos before they go on the market. Deep underground, lies The Den of Sin, where billion dollar deals are carved by, The Elected Ones. The Den is real, here fantasy becomes reality. Here the last thread of decency is purged. These representatives, represent the biding of the much darker ones. These Darker Ones, pay Greedy Ones, to keep themselves seemingly clean. "These Powers That Are" are, everywhere. They're the Ones behind every aspect of your everyday lives, we don't even, know it. T.P.T.A., have always been!  Why?  Because they know . . . they can! Once you give yourself to The Fun Factory you are . . . THEM!
          It takes, no drugs to induce mortals. It merely takes the oldest form of pleasure, known to man, along with greed. In The Fun Factory, your deepest darkest thoughts . . . become reality! Seems everyone succumbs, to The Fun Factory, it's only, a matter of time. Everyone except I. M. Justus.   (Ian Michael Justus)
          The Factory has always been known, behind closed doors. In today's world of information at your fingertips, it's rumored as truth, thanks to the Internet. It spreads like wildfire! I. M. Justus. demands, it gone! A rally by the people, protest, such a dastardly place. They've finally  . . . had enough. Two hundred thousand strong show up! The speaker is, I. M. Justus. He is called Mr. Justice, by the people. Banners, signs read, Just Us, will take back our . . . country. The massive crowd will take control, their mission, tear down, the walls, of The Fun Factory. By this time everyone knew, all the hidden, secret, side, backdoor, underground entrances from private offices. They converge to these entrances. Thousands, stand mightily, outside, while thousands go inside, to ferret out, the vermin. It was a fine day for they found, many Roosters, to fry, pictures go out instantaneously, around the world. It was just not our elected officials, but powerfully big Cock-a-doodled-do's from around the world, caught with their cocks, in many places!
          The whole planet lie witness, as it happens. No military, no police, no one . . .  could imagine, anything like this happening, if they did try, to stop it, it would be seen live, around the globe. After the rats, are paraded around, the world watches, the brick by brick walls, come crumbling down! Watched live, around the world. It's a victory, for WE, the common people!
          The vermin rarely, are seen again. Elected officials that remain, realize, times they are a changing. New blood, with fresh outlook, are now in The City. Iowa is the new capital. The HEART of America, where corn's planted, not evil! A tidal wave has swept away, the old ways, building a fresh, beginning, led by I. M. Justus and all of US around the new world!.