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Sleaze Land – Chapter 6 (Approval) Part 1

8/30/2021

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Sleaze Land – Chapter 6 (Approval) Part 1
 
 
 
     “Among the strangest and most serious vices in human life, we must mention silence.  She kills her victims every day, it is a fatal disease.”  Corina Abdulahm Negura
 
 
 
“Well, there you have it folks, all one-hundred-and-fourteen cases of online predation committed by celebrities.  I mean, who knew there were so many famous online trolls, eh?  Of course, we all know everyone will be especially talking about the case of the male celebrity who posed as his own fan account just so’s he could hook up with all them underage girls.  Good thing the authorities will be taking over on that one.  Eh?”
 
The bearded MC was sweating profusely under his collar, however you’d never know it above said collar, as the trained thespian had somehow managed to will his face into a perfect reflection of nothing.  Which, for him, hadn’t really been all that hard, as that had basically been his entire acting career thus far - pretending to be empty of all things actually human.
 
“Alrighty then, we’re on to the next round, while we await sentencing on all these poor devils.  In our next round we have eighty-seven cases of famous parents who’ve exploited their own children – all in the name of fame.  And, of course, who better to start off this disgusting round than that famous player and pimps himself, Iced ChiTea, who of course has been exploiting his daughter since her birth some nine years ago.”
 
Eric Ackles, the reluctant MC, turned and winked at Andrew Jane then.  Because suddenly Ackles was feeling much more in the mood to play Master of Ceremonies.  (Cuz, come on… the truth is… it’s fun playing Pontius Pilate, when there ain't no repercussions.)
 
“And then, we have Andrew Jane here, who will come face-to-face with his victim, and daughter – after he forced her into working with a known sex offender in order to secure another two acting roles for himself.  And, I mean, if that doesn’t just reek of back room deals and kick-backs I don’t know what does.  Am I right, folks?  Text me your opinion at 555-230-5543.”
 
And with another wink, this time at the camera, and a quick bow, the MC Eric Ackles was done.
 
“Whew!  That really took a lot out of me.  Well, man, I hope it all goes okay for you out there today.  I really do.”
 
“What?” Mr. Jane asked, “aren’t you staying for the trial?”
 
“Oh, shit no,” Ackles replied with a mild chuckle.  “The Paquins will be taking over shortly, for the actual blow-by-blow reporting.  I’m more of a highlights man,” the six-foot-tall boyish forty-year-old said in that fake-bass he’d perfected for his biggest role.
 
“So, what am I supposed to do?  Rely on that guy?” Jane said, thumbing his indignation over towards the perpetually-stoned actor turned perpetually-stoned defense lawyer.
 
“Yeah, good thing they brought on that other guy, huh?  Cuz this one sure don’t seem to know his head from the hole in his ass.”
 
“I don’t think that’s how that saying goes,” Jane said, shaking his head at the MC, and wondering where all of the sanity in the world had fled to, and whether or not he could go and bring some of it back.
 
“It went out with the second pandemic and that awful flood,” the redheaded makeup artists said from somewhere behind him, but only under her breath, so he couldn’t hear, because she wasn’t there to make his life any easier.
 
“Well, sleep tight everyone.  Big day tomorrow as they start handing out punishments, and sending people to that penal colony they’ve been constructing.”
 
“Penal colony?  Nobody told me nothing about no penal colony,” the greasy haired actor said, grabbing onto the man’s sleeve as he walked by him.
 
“Relax, buddy.  It’s probably going to be like that show Cheaters, where they shoved everyone onto some all-inclusive island, and then made them do awful tasks to redeem their honor. Nothing too harmful, and fully catered.  You’ll love it.  I promise.”
 
“I don’t know,” Jane said, as he slowly looked around at the all-female crew, “something about this just feels… different.”
 
 

   “The enemy is within the gates; it is with our own luxury, our own folly, our own criminality that we have to contend.”  Marcus Tullius Cicero
 


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© Raena Exe 2021
 
 
*Inspired by life.
*All characters, places, and events are completely fictional.
*All rights reserved.


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*Every day cyber criminals freely use the name Travis Fimmel to create more victims.  And to this day - he has done nothing to stop it.

#Loser

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    Sleaze Land

    The year is 2024, and after two pandemics and a flood, the Moral Majority has decided to hold a trial.  A trial to demonstrate to the world the corrosive nature of unregulated capitalism.  Only this trial is being run by those who simply cannot see past the ways of their patriarchal 
    ​predecessors - and so, much to the world's chagrin, the beast (sleaze) once again gains control.


    #MayJusticePrevail
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