"The Founding Fathers of this great land had no difficulty whatsoever understanding the agenda of bankers, and they frequently referred to them and their kind as, quote, 'friends of paper money.' They hated the Bank of England, in particular, and felt that even were we successful in winning our independence from England and King George, we could never truly be a nation of freemen, unless we had an honest money system. Through ignorance, but moreover, because of apathy, a small, but wealthy, clique of power brokers have robbed us of our Rights and Liberties, and we are being raped of our wealth. We are paying the price for the near-comatose levels of complacency by our parents, and only God knows what might become of our children, should we not work diligently to shake this country from its slumber! Many a nation has lost its freedom at the end of a gun barrel, but here in America, we just decided to hand it over voluntarily. Worse yet, we paid for the tyranny and usurpation out of our own pockets with "voluntary" tax contributions and the use of a debt-laden fiat currency!" ~ Peter Kershaw
Minerva, Chapter 41
'Hey, do you know if Jennifer Heyden is working tonight?' Matt asked the pretty waitress as she brought his drink.
'Sorry, don't know her,' she replied.
Matt gulped from his beer. He had done nothing but drink and snort since the others had left the night before.
'So what's up with this blockade?' the comic asked from the stage. 'I mean, I can buy a lobster dinner, but I can't afford a table to eat it off of.'
A few people chuckled. Matt could not believe the shit that passed for funny these days.
'And what's the deal with Steven Peckard?' the comic asked. 'Do you guys trust this cat? I keep waiting for him to start breeding mutant lobsters.'
'We should send you over to hurt their morale,' Matt yelled. A few people laughed.
'Uh oh, we've got a heckler,' the comic announced.
'Sure ain't got talent,' Matt informed him.
'You don't think I'm funny?' the comic asked, stalling. It was hard to see with the glare, but unfortunately the heckler appeared quite good-looking.
'I think you fucking suck,' Matt said.
'You kiss your mother with that mouth?' the comic asked.
'Yeah . . . and I sodomize yours with this dick,' Matt yelled, squeezing his crotch. The comic obviously had no idea who he was dealing with. The entire crowd now faced Matt.
'I suppose you think you can come up here and do a better job?' the comic asked.
Matt looked over the staring crowd. Even though he tried to convince himself that they would enjoy his commentary much more than the joker currently up there, he still felt petrified. Fuck it.
Just think Sinatra, Matt thought as he headed for the stage.
* * *
'So where's your Dad been?' Jim asked as he and Dan stepped onto the new ship, the Emily St. Pierre.
'He hasn't left the apartment since he got back from the States,' Dan answered. 'He's afraid he'll get lynched.'
'Yeah,' Jim said. 'Well, I guess he had to do it for you.'
'No he didn't,' Dan said. 'Linda'that's the girl'dropped the charge on her own. And I could've gotten out of the country the same way Matt did. I don't know what the hell he was thinking.'
'Oh,' Jim said. 'So what are you up to now?'
'I don't know,' Dan said. 'I wanna get the hell away from home, that's for sure.'
'I hear ya,' Jim said. 'Heh, look at that.'
Jim pulled back a loose panel from the wall.
'I bet it would be real easy for a stowaway to hide in there,' he commented.
Jim slid the panel back, and he and Dan continued their tour.
* * *
The audience roared, including the scheduled comic. Some even had tears streaming down their cheeks. I knew I could do this shit. Just give me a fuckin chance.
'Mister,' Matt suddenly said to a man in the front row. 'Could you please get your date to stop undressing me with her eyes? There's a draft up here.'
As the crowd laughed, Matt's mind raced ahead to what he would say after the next impressions. He knew that during the bit, he wouldn't be able to think.
'So that was Madden announcing a golf tournament,' Matt reminded the crowd. He didn't want to overestimate them. 'Now here's two golf announcers doing the color commentary at the Superbowl . . . .'