Freedom: Sponsored by Capitalism
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Tamara Pamela Olsen walked back to the bedroom she shares with Claude, her husband. Tam-Pam is dressed in her Mictlan black operations uniform. For a Navy Medic, she would have the rank of Lieutenant but when she was assigned to Dreamland, she forfeited her rank and joined Mictlan. Although she was chosen for the symbiote experiments in Dreamland, their successful nature was positively correlated to her faith and daily meditation and her devotion to the Holy Rosary…and the same of the other wannabe Aztec Ghosts.

The author understands at some level placing elements of Roman Catholic dogma or practice into a science fiction illustrated book series might ruin the illusion that entertainment is separate from the Holy Mother Church…it’s not Michelangelo would not have painted the Sistine Chapel or Kevin Smith make a Jay and Silent Bob movie about Plenary Indulgences and angels cast out of Heaven…it had been some years since my last confession and one of the Bishops (he was wearing a purple shirt)…I could be wrong…

Separation of Church and State not the Separation of Church and the State of Entertainment…(?)

But I digress…

Tam-Pam walked back to the suite she shared with Claude…they married in secret some months before thinking the world might…or at least their lives might come to an end. The digital clock next to the mysterious door blinked 9:07 when the Ghosts passed through at the end of time. 9:08 more than half of the Ghost Universe had been sucked into the Space beyond the threshold of the mysterious door on the planet in orbit around the star in the constellation of Lyra…ending in this incarnation of the Ghost Universe only to begin another Big Bang.

Tam-Pam and Claude were married some years in the past…1400 AD, in Paris, France the Notre Dame Cathedral…built on an island in the middle of the Seine river…what do you call someone who studies the Seine River?

But I digress…

Tamara and Claude married at the Cathedral of Notre Dame in 1400 AD…and they left historical records of their marriage. The surname they used was an alias…Alison…Claude and Pamela Alison. Only Tlaloc, his family, and Joseph Bouchard were in attendance that day. They came back some years later and left an enigmatic empty crypt with their family name Alison…

Tam-Pam went back to the suite she shares with her husband. She went back there to reminisce and pray the Holy Rosary. Her past recollections might clue you into why Fuckface was her wedding…Ehecatl…Joe Bouchard…

It was during the time of Kingdom America…it was only in 2021 or 2022 that the US government told ‘We the People’ the great lie they kept for National Security…the King wasn’t President George W. Bush at all. But during that time Pam was in high school. And her brother, worked at the Circle K in Whittier near the Tam’s Super Burgers on Leffingwell and La Mirada boulevard with Fuckface…who had gotten fired from the Arco gas station and convenience store near Leffingwell, Santa Gertrudes, and Lambert. Pam would ditch school and go to a nearby bowling alley to change out of her Catholic School girl uniform into something more appropriate for riding a skateboard without having a guy in a 1980s Lincoln Continental follow her only to abduct her throw her in the trunk, sexually assaulting her, choking her to death to be able to gratify himself with her corpse and then dumping her in an empty warehouse near the school. Or he would follow her catching glimpses at her panties as her skirt ruffled in the breeze or the action of her pushing her skateboard…just long enough to handle himself…saving money on going to a strip bar. And saving himself from killing a charming young girl and dumping the body only to be harassed by the Rainbow Coalition forces and their forensic science division…

So, she went to the bowling alley and put on Dickies Girl black cargo shorts, a black Slayer tee-shirt with black socks, and black and white Adidas Superstars…the man in the Lincoln might still follow her but if he tried to grab her, it would be easier for her to escape wearing shorts rather than her Catholic School uniform…and hit him upside the head with her skateboard.

By her fifteenth birthday, Tam-Pam was one hundred twelve pounds and stood five feet tall. Her size might not have been enough to generate enough force to sufficiently swing her skateboard hard enough to hurt the fictitious and mysterious man in the Lincoln Continental but it might distract him long enough for a second swing to his crotch.

The year was 2005 and she went to a school where they avoided the Rainbow Coalition’s student massacres. The national guard’s take over of local and state law enforcement and the King’s institution of martial law happened a few years ago and the name change to ‘Rainbow Coalition’ after Jesse Jackson had fled the USA to live in exile…blurred the reality…softened the blow…that the truth was the United States of America was gone and replaced by a Police State run by a fascist King George W. Bush…if you had been paying attention then you would know by 2022 it was disclosed that the King wasn’t the beloved George W. Bush…who went on to star in Harold and Kumar battle Rosemary’s Baby in 2022…as the actual President George W. had been spilling the beans since he and the family got back from the Marriot on the planet with the mysterious door and tropical beaches that rivaled the most exotic of beaches of Tahiti…or beaches that inspired the song Caribbean Queen…that went on to inspire Laura and George W. to extend their stay…

But I digress…

Our beloved President in Exile along with our future President Jesse Jackson might have had heated discussions but their love of the United States of America and wish to restore Liberty and the statue that represents the beauty of American freedom and the hope to give freedom as the American gift to the universe…that wasn’t a topic to upset President George W. Bush and President Jesse Jackson when they were sipping cold alcoholic beverages with their feet in the cool waters of whatever the name of the ocean was on that mysterious planet with the door they found themselves in exile on…

They both had found ways upon returning to leak the truth to influential people and so the filming of “Harold and Kumar’s battle with Rosemary’s Baby” preceded the declassification of Kingdom America and United States of America documents that proved Adrian Woodhouse, the Woodhouse family (including Jessica Woodhouse (Andrews)), and Woodhouse Industries had orchestrated the coup de tat and used Adrian Woodhouse’s shapeshifting abilities along with computer generated images and George W Bush lookalike actors to take liberty away from the American People…

But at this time with Tam-Pam skating down the street after she had ditched school…wearing cute little shorts and a Slayer t-shirt that were both tight enough that the radar of every pervert with a beige-colored Lincoln Continental from the years of 1975 through 1977 began to ping in unison…ping…went someone’s pervert alert…ping the magical ghost inside the car radio began to play lyrics asking the listener ‘will you love me tomorrow’ or ‘will still feed me when I’m sixty-four’…Pleading with the driver to listen to their conscience before they found that murder was great and they killed their soul and conscience when they first gave into the thought that murder as a pastime might be better than video games, playing the guitar, or novel writing…

Reminds the author to buy candy on the way home but that high school-aged girls don’t like candy from strange men…alcohol, drugs…

Tam-Pam could buy herself candy…

She skated away from that bowling alley near her high school where she ditched school every three months to go to visit the Circle K. The Circle K where her brother worked. The Circle K where she brought him Tam’s Super Burgers and French fries and drank a forty of King Kobra out back near the dumpster. Milk crates were rectangular and sat on the tall side, hiding the bottle of King Kobra in the milk crate so that the open part of the milk crate was against the brick wall to hide Tam-Pam’s underage drinking…that’s where she and Graves Paul Olsen had their lunch…

But many people said his name was morose…

In school, the teachers gave their parents an ultimatum either he goes by Paul and no one refers to him by his first name, or find another Roman Catholic School…because the public school said the same thing…their parents agreed.

Every three months and every Thursday in the summer, Tam-Pam bought lunch for her brother and got drunk next to the dumpster on a forty of King Kobra…in the summer the order changed but during school, the order was double cheeseburgers, no lettuce…and French fries in two separate bags…burger and fries in each bag…one for her and one for Graves…

When she was fifteen, Fuckface began to work with Graves…

And she walked into this…

“I don’t give a fuck if you want to get drunk on your lunch break with your little sister but Khalid only hired you because you are Catholic and sometimes, he sees you are Mass…so the least you can do is pray the Holy Rosary once a week with him…it’s not like we are asking you to join Freemasonry…” Fuckface Bouchard said to her brother as the stereotypical convenience store electronic door chime…did its thing.

Thirsty Thursdays were the Tam-Pam and Graves thing…

“I didn’t ditch school to pray the Rosary, Graves…this is a Grave situation,” Tam-Pam said…sometimes she would call him Gayves…

“If you pray with us, you could drink your forty in the back room…” Graves told her sitting outside by the dumpster…“they don’t care about the underage drinking inside the store…they are more concerned with the ‘Coalition Forces’ catching us outback by the dumpster. It is easier for them to avoid that in the back room…adjacent to the beer cooler…”

“Oh…it would be far more difficult to get caught, it would be air-conditioned…and your boss is okay with this…(?)” and that’s all it took to convince Tam-Pam…to ditch school to pray the Holy Rosary with her brother and his friends…

“Co-workers…and don’t call him Fuckface…I wouldn’t consider these guys my friends…” Graves told his sister. Khalid and his dad owned the Circle K and let him wear a nametag that said his given name, Graves. Khalid wore a name tag with his given name and they joked about Fuckface’s name tag…and use a label maker to print names. It was funny because they were friendly about it then one day the label maker printed a label saying: EHECATL…no one put much thought into it…until a name tag appeared with the same word written with a black permanent marker…

“It wasn’t me…” was uttered in several languages at the Circle K when Joe Bouchard and Graves found the nametag in the cooler inside a six-pack of Arrogant Bastard cans…

“They use a paper carton for the six-pack cans…” the driver said. “What does that word mean anyway.” They explained to the beer delivery driver the joke they had among their co-workers. “The T and the L at the end…maybe it’s an Aztec word…Like Quetzalcoatl…has the T and the L at the end. But isn’t that want the internet is for…I’m for delivering beer, the internet is for answers to strange questions or porn…porn saved my marriage…” he said as he slammed his driver’s side door closed before driving off like a cowboy in a movie and all the time you want to yell Shane come back…and that was his name Shane or was it, Sean…

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