Who Killed Marilyn?

Perhaps the world is not as we know it.  We live in an age of conspiracy theories.  Whether it’s the death of Princess Diana, the Twin Towers and 9/11, the veracity of the moon landings, who shot JFK or alien abductions.  In the digital age it’s become too easy to manipulate the public with fake news, fear-mongering and subtle propaganda.  Once upon a time a photograph was believed to be an accurate record of a moment in time but now we know it is a fiction.  It’s increasingly difficult to know where truth lies.  We have lost trust in the authorities and the scheming mass media who only give us fragments of the full picture.

Now there is new evidence linking the death of Marilyn Monroe with UFOs.  Yes, you heard that right!  A recent crowd-funded documentary, ‘Unacknowledged’ directed by Michael Mazzola, focuses on the work of conspiracy theorist Dr Stephen Greer. The film claims the Hollywood star was murdered by the CIA because she threatened  to expose the truth about aliens and Roswell.  Apparently, John Kennedy told her about his trip to a secret military base to see ‘things from outer space’.  It’s claimed that Marilyn had affairs with both Kennedy brothers and when Bobby wanted to end their relationship she threatened to reveal all at a press conference.  Stephen Greer has convincing documentary evidence to support his claims.  Some time before this film was conceived,  a former CIA hitman made a death-bed confession about his part in killing Marilyn and now we know why.

Even UFO sceptics will be swayed by the overwhelming evidence in ‘Unacknowledged’ showing how a secret capitalist-militarist power elite have suppressed information about the existence of aliens and the revolutionary technology that could change the world for the better.  Industrialists with vested interests in petroleum products are threatened by developments that would undermine their control and profits.  Even the US President  has been kept in the dark.  The film presents a cohesive argument including classified documents and a vast number of mind-blowing interviews with former top scientists, military officials and politicians.  ‘Unacknowledged’ is worth watching if you have an open mind and are willing to think out of the box.  The documentary is available to rent from Amazon and Netflix.

 

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The American Bubble

“Thus did a handful of rapacious citizens come to control all that was worth controlling in America. Thus was the savage and stupid and entirely inappropriate and unnecessary and humorless American class system created. Honest, industrious, peaceful citizens were classed as bloodsuckers, if they asked to be paid a living wage. And they saw that praise was reserved henceforth for those who devised means of getting paid enormously for committing crimes against which no laws had been passed. Thus the American dream turned belly up, turned green, bobbed to the scummy surface of cupidity unlimited, filled with gas, went bang in the noonday sun.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater

 

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Desire

For the city that speeds, tail to nose
to a scalloped shore and meets with light.
For the city in frozen motion, tarnished
wings poised to embrace the night.
For the city that parties with a glittering heart
but is never satisfied and every morning seeks
enlightenment, the river unwinding
a scrambled horizon to the rising sun.
For the city that guards south from north,
brick to chink, indivisible, a fortress spawning
iron ships for capitalist wars.
The great angel grounded hope
for these iridescent folk seeking stars
and rainbow moons shining in the gutters
of wet streets between discarded kebabs and shit.
The city folk way too stupid, way too smart
to give up looking for an out, in black and white
running easy, gunning for a fight, living
for another goal and one more Saturday night.
For the city where shops are poly-chrome heaven
and bars ooze overflow. The coffee bubbles
froth and bile, the stories spike with rhyme
and folk soak in the sun at picnic tables
while dogs scamper on green swards.
Rebels serenade and lovers dance
unashamed, in the city, for the city,
for the brave.

 

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The Bag in the Bog

Early alarm, Tuesday, already.  Sales meeting at nine-thirty.  Me in dog house
probably.  Power shower.  Red or black, white or cream, toast or cereal?
Remember buy bread today.  Clean teeth, empty dishwasher.  Feed cat.
Defrost fish, clean shoes, forgot to floss.  More tea.  Leave note to milkman,
check e-mail.  Turn on Radio 4; spies, lies, Brexit, austerity, food banks.
Trump bombs terror, sunshine, showers, intervals, fog in parts.  Think positive.
Check bag; keys, iPhone, Mars Bar, Polos, Panadols, tampons, luminiser,
lipstick, mascara, tissues, iPad,  pen,  comb, compact mirror, sanitiser.
Stop for cash and petrol.  Text boss.  Idiot!  Check hair, OK?
Lock door.  Running late, play Taylor Swift, take short cut, Camster Cairns,
single track floating, peat bog, passing space, sleeping sheep,  speeding car.

 

 
Archaeologists believe the 3,000 year old leather pouch discovered at Camster Bog
speaks the fate of a young queen from the Plastic Period who, through folly
or misadventure, was deemed to have failed to please the Gods Apple, Mars
and Pan on whose benevolence her people depended.  She made blood sacrifice.
The pouch contained phallic objects adorned with the names of her lovers;
Elizabeth Harden, Max Fatter and Christi Door suggesting that Plastics enjoyed
multiple partners in frenzied fertility rites.  Androgyny was inevitable as male
potency and sperm count decreased.   Simple signalling and recording devices
typically used by breeding queens to attract a mate were also found at the site.
Technos hope to retrieve images which may explain why Plastics self -destructed
by releasing gender bender chemicals into the wild until the rivers ran red.

 

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White Christmas

The old tramp was almost charming in the snow
leaning on the bins behind Click and Let’s Go.

Last minute shoppers admired her elegant pose,
face upturned to the stars like a Millais portrait;

the frosted lashes, the blue tint to her complexion,
the frozen teardrop on her cheek. A coating of ice

like cling film on a cut-price turkey, smoothed
the bitter lines around her eyes, glistening

in Sue’s headlights. Look, a white lady! she cried
as she snapped a cool shot for Twitter.

 

Note:-  According to the homeless charity Crisis, more than 9,000 people will be sleeping rough over Christmas in the UK this year.  The numbers are expected to rise by a further 47% in the next decade.

 

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