Malfred Switchclock: Stolen Heart - Intro

    
    
   
MALFRED SWITCHCLOCK PRESENTS. . .
   

The Stolen Heart

   

by

   

Bashaan

   

   

   

Introduction

   
     In the standing room only Theatre Royale of Dreary Lane (temporarily, and some say scandalously, converted into a Motion Picture Playhouse) the Posh Patrons patiently waited for the show to begin.  As the Penned In Patricians’ patience was turning into impatience the live Steam Organ and Tuba, Spring Harpsichord and Violin finally burst to life.  The Clockwork Quartet played the Funeral March Of A Marionette by Charles-Olivier Gounod* as the train-like projector squealed to life, pushing its light in betwixt the Musical Mists to dance upon the projection screen.  A sketch of a well-rounded man faded into view upon a parchment background that was now flickering on the Silver Screen.  (The  fountain pen sketch was a rotund horizontal oval -superimposed by a smaller, rotund vertical oval that was complete with minimalist facial features.)  Upon this ‘stick figure’ (this term is used very loosely) a transparent ‘MALFRED SWITCHCLOCK PRESENTS’ faded into and then out of view.
     In between the movie-train fog his Portly Shadow hovered upon the Silver Screen from the left, filling in, then replacing the minimalist sketch that represented him before the Automaton Chamber Music Group abruptly halted with a final Ornery BOOM from its Zoo Tuba.  In the silence the clanking and hissing of the movie projector churning in the background haunted the ears of the wide-eyed motion picture patrons -Aristocrats and Gentry that were dressed to the Clockwork Nines.  His Blimpish Body followed his Swelled Silhouette onto the Silken Screen;  eventually the Bloated Body took the place of the Overbearing Shadow.  The audience gasped at the Abomination that floated before them as it turned to display its Transmogrified Face.  His bug eyes, peaking through the hanging strands of his sparse, gangly gray hair, were unnaturally bulging;  it was as if some force was trying to push them out of his skull.  His steaming mouth upon his dour pout was unnaturally agape;  it was as if something searingly sour was smoldering in the pit of his Bulbous Belly that he was trying to expel.
     His Jigsaw Body was grotesquely stitched upon the aerostat that kept him afloat and alive.  He was a Frankenstein Zeppelin.  A more apt description would be he was a moored balloon -as the Scientifically Altered Steam that fed, empowered and raised his Bulging Belly was supplied by an unseen, underlying power cart that was pushed by his sexy assistant, Zeppi Hydrogen, whose Voluptuous Shadow could now be seen beguilingly behind him to the left.  A hose, which was supported by a cable that connected the portable engine to his belly button, supplied the Life-Giving Steam.  The Augmented Aristocrat, Lord Malfred Switchclock, spoke with the hollowed tone of a Ghostly Grandfather Clock. . .
     “Greetings, Ladies and Lords, Sirs and Sirens;  I see your eyes are bulging more than mine and your mouths are even more agape.  At least I have an excuse for my repugnant condition:  What is your excuse besides simple boorishness?  With help from my Assistant I shall demonstrate the cause of my garish
affliction. . .  Come hither, my Lovely.”
     His sexy assistant, wearing an unseemly nurse’s outfit, sauntered on screen with a long, lit white candle.  She brought the candle in front of his mouth at a distance;  he blew towards the dancing candle flame and fire blasted onto the projection screen -and then seemingly through the screen and over the crouching crowd’s heads with the aid of stage pyrotechnics.  “God knows the chemical concoction that is being pumped into my billowing belly and iron lungs.  I thought of asking my Demonic Doctors what the miasmic mixture consisted of, but then I thought better of it.  Indeed:  Ignorance is Bliss.
     Oh dear, Ladies and Gentlemen, now I see your eyes are bulging and your mouths are agape for a different reason.  My Girl is Lovely:  Isn’t she?  Oh how I used to chase her when I was truly alive, perhaps I chased her barbarously so.”  The assistant saunters off screen whence she came.  “Perhaps my current condition is my punishment for my past life’s sins.  Oh, I still chase her, but, as you can probably surmise, it is like a floating tortoise chasing a grounded hare.  Perhaps, if I am as persistent as the tortoise in Aesop’s Fables, my persistence will be duly rewarded, but I won’t hold my breath -not that I can hold my breath.
     Let us get to the original reason you ventured the foul city streets to arrive at this Sanctuary of Civilization:  Our Story.  Tonight, as the Night Fog smothers the gaiety out of London and chokes the life out of another innocent, we bring to you a common crime done in a peculiar fashion.  The Heart symbolizes so much:  Life, Love, Loss, Death:  it is not at all surprising that it is the target of the nefarious, but, almost always, there is a unique reason for it to be impaled, pummeled, gripped or ripped asunder.  In our case, the heart was missing, surgically cut from its body.  The Body itself was seared;  its brain was boiled;  and its fingers and toes were ground to a pulp.  Perhaps even more disturbing than the Body’s disfiguration was that the Body was found in an Ancient Church’s Clock Tower.  Whose body was this?  Who was the Killer?  Our sponsor would have you believe that contacting the spirit realm via their Carbolic Cocaine Elixir would be the key to finding the Killer.  With all do respect to their spokesman:  Sir Arthur Conan Doyle:  that is Spiritualist Nonsense.  Luckily, for all those involved in tonight’s Mystery, Detective Mackey Jackstone knew the Missing Heart was the key. . .”  The projection screen faded to black as Sir Malfred Switchcock’s Undead Life faded from his face. . .

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Charles-Olivier Gounod* - Real Name:  Charles-Francois Gounod

JFK's Mars Speech: Khrushchev

John F. Kennedy's Famous Mars Outreach Speech

Part III:  Khrushchev

     Kennedy and the Majestic 12 watched the scene at Area 51 unfold with the entire Western World, but then the feed changed to a foreign broadcast.  The speech by the quickly aging Nikita Khrushchev, which had been simulcast with Kennedy’s own speech, was now at its ending.  Over Khrushchev’s defiant words the purposely menacing English translation blusters:
     “Comrades, fate has dealt us a strange but playable hand.  Yes, we had the enemy of the Working Class on the brink of folding on their final hand, but higher gods have saved the enemy of the people from collapsing like a house of cards.  Indeed there are larger forces at work in the world.  Decadent, arrogant gods from Mars now join the Capitalists’ side, but fear not for the Workers and Warriors of Venus now join our side.  We will finish this War For The People just like we finished Hitler and the Third Reich in the Great Patriotic War.  We will spill Oceans of Blood for Victory and we will bleed Oceans of Blood for our Cause as well.  Can our opponents claim the same?  We were the true victors of World War II, just as we were the true victors of World War III, just as we will be the true victors of World War IV!
     -But Comrades across the globe, we cannot win this fight alone.  Embrace your unearthly Comrades, for even though they are of a different flesh, they are of the same soul.  Fight along side them in this seemingly endless battle for what is Right for the People.  Only together can we win this fight and advance our Communistic Principles not only across this planet, but to the planets and stars above.
     My devilishly handsome rival likes to flaunt his wizardly wards:  his cowboy hat and boots.  Now I will show you a boot I have in my possession.  This is a boot of the First Soldier killed in World War III, not the first Russian Soldier mind you, but THE very First Soldier killed of any country on any side of this unjustified conflict:  He was the very first victim of American Colonial Aggression!  This boot is all that remains of this soldier.  We do not even know his name.  His family will never know his fate.
     In the past I have been quoted as saying ‘WE WILL BURY YOU!’  This was not an allusion to war, but to Social Justice.  I had laid the Gauntlet at Vice President Richard Nixon’s feet;  I had challenged him to a respectful competition between our two divergent economies.  United States of America, your imperialistic nation chose to forgo my friendly challenge.  You fear the Almighty Worker!  Now you will fear the Almighty Warrior that defends him!  Yes, I once said:  ‘WE WILL BURY YOU!’ now I say ‘WE WILL CRUSH YOU!’”  Khrushchev’s right hand pounded the podium before him with the right boot and the podium explosively shattered.
     With the Premier’s closing words and actions;  Khrushchev’s worn, elderly -but enraged face faded off of the feed. . .  The feed then faded into a Venusian Spindle landing in the Siberian Deep.  The cigar-shaped spaceship never actually touched the ground, but hovered above the snow drifting runway.  The portal of the ship opened revealing a menacingly masked and majestically cloaked being from Venus.  It saluted the waiting Soviet General Staff with elegance. . .

The Beginning

Written by Bashaan



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JFK's Mars Speech Continued...

John F. Kennedy's Famous Mars Outreach Speech

 Part II:  Full Disclosure

     “They have been reaching out to both sides of the Cold War since Victory Day -and when I speak of they, I speak of those not of this Earth.  Yes, my fellow citizens of the Free World, there is extraterrestrial life on other planets in this solar system.  Two Great Powers exist above our world and each of them has indeed chosen a side, or perhaps more appropriately, the West and the East have chosen to join one of these Higher Powers’ sides.  Beings from Mars and Venus have been watching us for hundreds of years, if not longer, and indeed they have been directly interacting with us for decades and indirectly interacting with us for God knows how long.  -And, as fate would have it, the battle for Freedom not only exists on this world but on the worlds above.
     My fellow citizens of the Free World, the beings from Mars have agreed to join our fight, but unfortunately this means those from Venus have allied themselves with our enemy.  Free Mars has been in a fight against the Venus Dominion for the last century.  The beings from Venus ruthlessly control their citizens and even have a slave class.  The Martian’s attempt to free these unfortunate citizens and slaves from the grip of Venus’s Elitist rulers unfortunately failed -and now their fight has come directly to our world -though it has always been here indirectly.  The Venusians had prevented the Martians from freeing our world in the centuries past as the Venusians themselves attempted to conquer our world subversively.
     I again quote my Secret Society Speech:  ‘For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence:  on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of Free Choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day.’*  End quote.  Now we know that the powers behind this tightly formed, highly efficient machine;  which combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations;  are not even from this world.
      So now lines have been clearly drawn, on the Earth and in Space.  My Fellow Americans, gird yourselves for although World War III has officially ended, World War IV has just begun.  Strengthen your fighting spirit, embrace our new allies as they now touch down in our Military Zones.  Reach out to the beings of Free Mars.  Make them your brothers and sisters, for we are all in the same fight;  we are all on the same side against Tyranny and Oppression.  Embrace Operation Outreach:  reach with your minds to the planets above;  reach with your hearts to unite with beings that are going to be shockingly different on the surface but strikingly similar with that which lies beneath the surface.  Together we will win this War, by not only winning the Battles on this world, but by winning the Battles above this world.  Freedom Will Not Die so long as we do not let it Die!  Long Live The Fighters of Freedom and Democracy!”
     The Impassioned President punctuated his speech with a powerful right fist pound on the podium.  His determination then faded from his face as the video faded out.  The feed then faded into a Martian Saucer touching down at Area 51.  Tripod landing gear extending from the spaceship made contact with the salty Earth;  a hatch opened that extended steps to the natural runway.  A single wiry being from Mars climbed down the steps before the now present American Military Brass.  It returned the Generals’ salute with perfect precision.

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* Excerpted from John F. Kennedy's April 27, 1961 'Secret Society Speech'.

JFK's Mars Speech Open

John F. Kennedy's Famous Mars Outreach Speech

 Broadcast from the Ruins of Dallas, Texas

November 22, 1966

      Still handsome, but with a few more lines and a few more gray hairs, the Hollywood President (as his Rivals now called him after the Marilyn Monroe scandal broke in ‘65) appeared on the rare black and white televisions scattered throughout the bombed out Western World.  Hoards of drawn, desperate people surrounded these televisions hoping their leader, who had once giving them so much hope but had driven them down a road of despair, still had some magic left in his words that could lead them out of their dire situation.
     Gone were his boyish, uncentered, almost mischievous glances;  in their place pushed forth a steely gaze.  Gone was his charming, almost devilish smile;  in its place pushed forth a jutting, grinding, steel jaw.  His lucky Cowboy Hat and Boots, which he had sworn had saved him from multiple attempts on his life, sat on the podium before him.  He readied himself for his speech, the purpose of which was to once again gird the Western World for its impossible fight against the Eastern Power.  Though much has changed for the second term President, his famous accent and lilting lisp remained unchanged. . .
     “My fellow Americans, Allies of the Western World, these are indeed desperate times.  World War III never should have started, but it has.  Once again our troubled World has chosen sides and once again Freedom finds itself in a Life and Death Struggle against Tyranny.  -But this war is even more far reaching than you realize.  Since the end of World War II other forces have been at play, unworldly forces of which even I was ignorant of until well after I became President.
     The Truth Seekers will remember my Secret Society Speech.  In that speech I stated and I quote, ‘we are as a people, inherently and historically, opposed to secret societies -to secret oaths, and to secret proceedings.  We decided long ago, that the dangers of excessive and unwarranted concealment of pertinent facts far outweigh the dangers which are cited to justify it.’*  End quote.  At that time I believed and stood for every single thing I had said.
     -But now, my fellow Truth Seekers, I stand before you a hypocrite.  A day after I gave that speech I was introduced to how far reaching the Secret Societies were, how deep in the dark their shadowy secrets lay and how far they were willing to go to keep those secrets hidden from prying eyes.  Citizens of the Free World, I was blindsided by the incomprehensible truths that were revealed to me.  I thought of going public with this unseemly information, despite the not-so-subtle threats that were levied against my family and myself, but I didn’t -now, looking back, perhaps I should have.
     Ashamedly I became an unwilling member of this Secret Society, a pawn to their unknown agendas.  At the time I thought I had no choice;  I thought I had to conceal the truth, not only for the safety of my family, but for the safety of the entire Free World.  Now I have no choice but to reveal the Ultimate Truth.
     My fellow citizens, we are at a moment of Full Disclosure.  When I made my plea before you to reach for the Moon and beyond, the Soviet Union was not the true impetus for such ambitions.  Secret Forces of Untold Power, which were puppet masters to the Polit Bureau, were the true impetus of the Space Race.  Citizens of the Western Hemisphere, Allies of the west:  The Cold War has not only been fought between the Capitalists and the Communists, but buy Higher Powers.  Citizens of the Entire World:  I am just going to say this bluntly:  We are not alone.  I am going to give you a moment to grasp the depth of what I am truly divulging.”

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* Excerpted from John F. Kennedy's April 27, 1961 'Secret Society Speech'