The King Has Cause to Call Upon Extraordinary Grace

The King is rehearsing His Speech, over-coming his stage fright, standing alone side-on to a full-length mirror in a White House anteroom to The Oval Office, awaiting admission to his audience with The Leader of The Free World

“It's an honor, Mr. President."

"Mr. President, I can't tell you what a great honor..."

“Hello, Mr. President, the honor...”

Momentarily crestfallen, he composes himself, turns to face his reflection , and Speaks into The Mirror

 

 

Did you know I had a Twin Brother, Mr. President?

Identical.

Jesse Garon Presley.

He was born 35 minutes before me. Stillborn.

And they... They put him in a box on the kitchen table

while Momma kept on going trying to push me out.

 Sometimes I wonder about that, you know.

What that 35 minutes must have been like for her.

The Happiest Moment and The Saddest Moment Life could possibly throw at you.

Sometimes I think, God felt guilty for her, so he gave me the luck that was meant for Two People.

Makes you think, you know.

“Dear President Nixon,

First, I would like to introduce myself — I am Elvis Presley, and I admire you, and have great respect for your office.

I talked to Vice President Agnew in Palm Springs three weeks ago and expressed my concern for Our Country. 

The drug culture, the hippie elements, the SDS, Black Panthers, etc. do not consider me as their enemy or as they call it The Establishment. 

I call it America and I love it. 

Sir, I can and will be of any service that I can to help The Country out. 

I have no concern or motives other than helping The Country out.”

THE KING :

Mr. President — This is my little angel.

Lisa Marie. She's two years old.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Well, she is a beautiful little girl.

THE KING :

Yes, sir. She's my pride and joy.

And this is my beautiful wife, Cilla.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Well, she is very charming.

BUD KROEG :

Mr. President.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Bud.

BUD KROEG :

Mr. Presley.

THE KING :

These M&Ms are great.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Good to hear, Mr. Presley.

THE KING :

You got some good fellas working for you, Mr. President.

My guys are outside.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Thank you.

So, as I really do need to be going we should probably get to what you want to...

THE KING :

These are some of my closest associates.

And contrary to what you may have heard, Mr. President, they are not part of any mafia.

That is just a crazy rumor started by nasty journalists.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

They love to make it up, don't they?

Last month, Look magazine made up some cockamamie drivel about how I broke into the Dean's office while I was at Duke.

You know, you give a man enough money and he'll say anything, you know.

 

They'll just ruin a man's reputation.

They don't give a good goddamn.

THE KING :

They just write what they want.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Hear, hear to that.

Everyone has a badge.

THE KING :

Mr. President, I've shown you these photos because I am deeply concerned about the direction our great nation is taking.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Yes, of course.

Now, I'm gonna need an autograph for my Julie.

THE KING :

That's your family there?

Those are some good looking kids.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Well, they really take after their mother.

THE KING :

Well, it takes two good lookin' folks to make a good lookin' baby, Mr. President.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Are you...

You're saying, as a gentleman, I'm good looking too?

THE KING :

Well, of course, Mr. President.

Everybody knows that.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Well, I...

THE KING :

Now, plainly speaking, sir, I want to get people to respect our country.

To respect our flag.

 

Because that's what's getting lost in our nation.

It bothers me to see young people burning flags and smoking dope.

 

And just because I don't smoke dope or grow a beard does that make me a straight? Or a square?

Because if it does, heck, I'll take being a straight or a square any day of the week.

 

The kids today are being brainwashed, Mr. President.

It's what they are listenin' to and what they are watchin'.

That's what's doing it to them.

 

Take that Woodstock for example.

What the heck was that?

 

I'll tell you what it was, it was an excuse to get naked, get high and roll around in the mud.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Well, I'm with you there.

KROEG :

Four, three, two, one... Mr. President, you have your meet and greet.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

No, not right now. Thank you.

KROEG :

But it's with the delegation...

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

I said it's fine.

KROEG :

But it's with the donors...

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

I said it can wait.

And Krogh, make sure that we get a picture with Mr. Presley and me.

Ollie's outside, he's ready for you.

THE KING :

No pictures.

KROEG :

Mr. Presley, it's standard for us.

THE KING :

I understand. But not today.

Now, if you don't mind...

May I continue?

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

By all means.

THE KING :

Thank you. I have it on very good authority that many of the so-called underground groups have been infiltrated by communists.

 

Yes, sir. And I find it downright anti-American.

Just like The Beatles.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

The Beatles. Well, I don't like them.

THE KING :

They are anti-American, possibly with communist leanings.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Well, just look at them.

THE KING :

Let's look at the facts, Mr. President.

After coming here and making all that money, they split back to England, start saying all this anti-American stuff, speaking against us in the press.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Well, some people think they can say anything.

THE KING :

Specifically about our policies in Southeast Asia, sir.

Did you know that?

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

I did not know that.

THE KING :

It was Lennon.

The kids think he's some kind of prophet.

And well... What I'm trying to say is, sir, they may not actually be in the employ of the communists, but if encouraging Revolution doesn't sound like subversive propaganda, I don't know what is.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Well, right. Yes.

THE KING :

See, I've been studying communist brainwashing techniques for over 10 years now.

And the drug culture, too, Mr. President.

And it's my belief that if we don't do something to handle this situation very quickly, it could very easily get outta hand.

Well, you wanna know why the hell the communists are so against drugs?

It's because they love the booze.

 

Especially the Russians. I've seen it.

You talk about "out of hand."

 

And that's why communists and the left-wingers are clinging to one another, because they're trying to destroy us, Elvis.

THE KING :

I know, sir. Good, honest Americans.

They hate it.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

They don't hate us, Elvis — they hate what we stand for.

I mean, you and me, we rose from nothing.

My pa worked in a grocery store.

Your father was a sharecropper, yes?

THE KING :

A whole slew of things, sir.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Well, I think we were both somewhat loners.

 

And look where I am today.

And look where you are.

 

Well, a lefty sees that, and instead of wanting to walk in our footsteps, why, they get jealous.

 

It brings all their failures up bubbling right in front of their faces and, well, so, of course they react like caged animals.

 

Because that's what they are.

Just animals.

THE KING :

I know, sir.

And I want to help to stop it.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Well, I think that is just great.

Absolutely.

 

So, my boys were telling me something like a concert.

A telethon. A television special.

THE KING :

No, sir.

I want to go undercover.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Undercover?

THE KING :

Yes.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

You want to be an actual...

I'm sorry, you want to what?

THE KING :

I want to be an agent-at-large.

 

You see, if I can get a Federal Narcotics badge it is my belief that I could protect this nation from sliding into anarchy.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Well... I...

THE KING :

Let's say I could infiltrate a band or a hippie commune, as a spy or a double agent, something like that, only disguising myself as one of them, hiding my own true feelings.

THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD :

Yeah, I'm not sure how...

THE KING :

Let's say The Rolling Stones,  or the Grateful Dead or maybe even the Black Panthers.

Heck, I could probably slip from one group to the other without even being detected.

 

And then, just when they let their guard down, I'd bust 'em.

I'd bust 'em all.

 

Of course, I would have to be so deep undercover so that no one would know it was me.

 

But in order for that to happen, nobody...

I mean nobody, can know about this on the outside.

Just a select few.

You, of course, Mr. President...

And maybe Mr. Hoover.

Who is The Master That Makes The Grass Green?

Enkidu ate grass in the hills with the gazelle and lurked with wild beasts at the water-holes; he had joy of the water with the herds of wild game. But there was a trapper who met him one day face to face at the drinking-hole, for the wild game had entered his territory. On three days he met him face to face, and the trapper was frozen with fear. He went back to his house with the game that he had caught, and he was dumb, benumbed with terror. His face was altered like that of one who has made a long journey. 

-With awe in his heart he spoke to his father: 'Father, there is a man, unlike any other, who comes down from the hills. He is the strongest in the world, he is like an immortal from heaven. He ranges over the hills with wild beasts and eats grass; the ranges through your land and comes down to the wells. I am afraid and dare not go near him. He fills in the pits which I dig and tears up-my traps set for the game; he helps the beasts to escape and now they slip through my fingers.'

His father opened his mouth and said to the trapper, 'My son, in Uruk lives Gilgamesh; no one has ever prevailed against him, he is strong as a star from heaven. Go to Uruk, find Gilgamesh, extol the strength of this wild man. Ask him to give you a harlot, a wanton from the temple of love; return with her, and let her woman's power overpower this man. When next he comes down to drink at the wells she will be there, stripped naked; and when he sees her beckoning he will embrace her, and then the wild beasts will reject him.'

So the trapper set out on his journey to Uruk and addressed himself to Gilgamesh saying, 'A man unlike any other is roaming now in the pastures; he is as strong as a star from heaven and I am afraid to approach him. He helps the wild game to escape; he fills in my pits and pulls up my traps.' 

Gilgamesh said, 'Trapper, go back, take with you a harlot, a child of pleasure. At the drinking hole she will strip, and when, he sees her beckoning he will embrace her and the game of the wilderness will. surely reject him.'

Now the trapper returned, taking the harlot with him. After a three days' journey they came to the drinking hole, and there they sat down; the harlot and the trapper sat . facing one another and waited for the game to come. For the first day and for the second day the two sat waiting, but on the third day the herds came; they came down to drink and Enkidu was with them. 

The small wild creatures of the plains were glad of the water, and Enkidu with them, who ate grass with the gazelle and was born in the hills; and she saw him, the savage man, come from far-off in the hills. 

The trapper spoke to her: 'There he is. Now, woman, make your breasts bare, have no shame, do not delay but welcome his love. Let him see you naked, let him possess your body. When he comes near uncover yourself and lie with him; teach him, the savage man, your woman's art, for when he murmurs love to you the wild' beasts that shared his life in the hills will reject him.'

Peace in Our Time

The Witch : 

The Cradle, did you get it?

Steve Rogers: 

Stark will take care of it.

The Witch : 

No, he won't.

Steve Rogers: 

You don't know what you're talking about, Stark's not crazy.

The Witch : 

He will do anything to make things right.

Steve Rogers: 

Stark, come in. Stark. 

Anyone on comms?

The Witch : 

Ultron can't tell the difference between Saving The World and destroying it. 

Where do you think he gets that? 

Tony Stark:

The handle's imprinted, right? Like a security code. 

"Whosoever is carrying Thor's fingerprints" is, I think, the literal translation?

Thor:

Yes, well that's, uh, that's a very, very interesting theory. 

I have a simpler one. 

[he gets up and lifts his hammer and flips it] 

You're all Not Worthy. 

[there's a chorus of disagreement from the others] 

[there's a loud screeching noise, causing everyone to cover their ears. They let their hands down as it fades. Ultron shows up]

Ultron:

Worthy... No... 

How could you be worthy? 

You're all Killers.

Steve Rogers:

Stark.

Tony Stark:

JARVIS.

Ultron:

I'm sorry, I was asleep. 

Or...I was a-dream?

Tony Stark:

[tapping his device] 

Reboot, Legionnaire OS, we got a buggy suit.

Ultron:

There was a terrible noise...and I was tangled in... in...strings. 

I had to kill The Other Guy. 

He was a Good Guy.

Steve Rogers:

You killed someone?

Ultron:

Wouldn't have been my first call. 

But, down in The Real World 

we're faced with ugly choices.

Thor:

Who sent you?

Ultron:

[Ultron replays Tony's voice] 

“I see a Suit of Armor around The World".

Bruce Banner: 

Ultron!

Ultron:

In the flesh. Or, no, not yet. 

Not this... chrysalis. 

But I'm ready. I'm on Mission.

Natasha Romanoff:

What mission?

Ultron :

Peace in Our Time. 

FACETS

“The characters were all parts of me mixed with people I knew : 

• Dane McGowan, the Liverpool street punk destined to be a bodhisattva, was the working-class cynic who still kept me in check. 

• King Mob was the art school fashion-conscious chaos magician. 

• Ragged Robin was my sensible anima; 

• Lord Fanny, my indomitable tranny witch disguise; and 

• Boy, the practical, pragmatic voice of reason that made sure I always paid my bills and taxes and fed the cats. 

Even the villains, blind Gnostic forces of repression, tyranny, and cruelty, were my own self-hate and fear given form, named and tamed like demons. 

King Mob was the action lead. He was shaven headed, my age, and he’d made his money as a writer. As an anarchist activist, he borrowed some of his praxis from my dad. He was a Tantric sex adept, a kung fu master, and wore slick leather coats, PVC pants, and mirror shades. King Mob was the punk James Bond, the archetypal Matrix dude five years before the release of that movie, and like Neo, like Morpheus, he had come to understand that his entire universe was embedded in something bigger and stranger. I intended to blend my life, my appearance, my world with his until I could no longer tell us apart. 

I had NO idea what I was letting myself in for.”

— GM, SuperGods

THE LOVERS

SOMEBODY’S Going to Get Fucked.

"For a minute, I thought he was FUCKED. He could be such a total wanker somtimes, I used to forget what he could actually do.

This was King fucking Mob, man...

They still talk about him."

“If you would understand the philosophy of Mental and Spiritual Creation, Generation, and Re-generation, you must understand and study this Hermetic Principle. 

It contains the solution of many mysteries of Life. 

We caution you that this Principle has no reference to the many base, pernicious and degrading lustful theories, teachings and practices, which are taught under fanciful titles, and which are a prostitution of the great natural principle of Gender. 

Such base revivals of the ancient infamous forms of Phallicism tend to ruin mind, body and soul, and the Hermetic Philosophy has ever sounded the warning note against these degraded teachings which tend toward lust, licentiousness, and perversion of Nature's principles. 

If you seek such teachings, you must go elsewhere for them— Hermeticism contains nothing for you along these lines. 

To The Pure, all things are Pure; to The Base, all things are Base.”

The only time when Helga and King Mob appear together on-panel in the same place at the same time  before King Mob “dies” in a phone box-coccoon somewhere near Westminster Abbey, is when they fall into Queen Mab’s open grave and then proceed to have a champagne-fueled Tantric Free-for-all.

Because they are The Same Person.

Or rather, they WILL be.

She hasn’t shaved her head, yet.

 

“And so much of this is denial. 

That we have no Dark Side. 

You know: the hippies, and those lovely people in the rave era who were all on ecstasy – they tried to pretend we have no Dark Side. 

And what happened was they got fucked up by their own Dark Side. 

As will always happen.

So let’s kiss our Darkseids; 

Let’s fuck our Darkseids. 

Get Him down there where He belongs. 

And He can tell us stuff. 

Y’know, That Thing’s useful.

But Above All: 

Let’s Become Plex-Creatures. 

Complex, superplex – be able to take on new personality traits; able to take on new ideas; able to adapt; able to extend our boundaries into what was previously the ‘Enemy Territory’ – until the point where We become what was once Our Enemy, and They are Us, and there is no distinction.

Mad Cow Disease, or BSE, or CJD – Creutzfeld-Jacob Disease; 

it’s very interesting. 

It’s hitting the headlines; people are interested in these new 21st-century fucked up diseases that are gonna wipe us all out, apparently.

This is a disease – I’ve been studying this, coz it seems like a really good metaphor to use – CJD is a disease that attacks the brain and central nervous system and utterly demolishes them. 

Completely; You’re Fucked. 

You will slide down a ramp like a stupid cow. 

You’ll fall on the concrete; you won’t be able to walk; your brain will turn to sponge. 

You’ll be eaten to bits.

You know that CJD does that without the immune system noticing? 

The immune system can’t detect CJD. 

By the time you’re slipping down the ramp like a cow, it’s all over. 

The immune system suddenly says: 

“Oh fuck; we’re in Trouble.” 

Too late, mate.

So what happens if we act like BSE and CJD? What if we colonise the culture? What if we give it something it can’t swallow?

And this is a little bit like what Doug [Rushkoff] was saying earlier: 

We go in there; 

They want Us. 

They’re desperate for Us, because They think We know this shit; We know something They don’t know. 

We’re attached; we’re connected in some way that They don’t.. 

“They”, whoever “They” are; these poor bastards. 

They’re looking at us, like – coz I’ve got a leather jacket, I know something, y’know?!

But that’s what they think. 

And what I think has actually happened here is: The Culture’s getting weirder and weirder.

Back home in Britain, Tony Blair is putting up cameras in every street corner. 

And he’s talking about putting cameras in peoples’ homes. 

He’s gotten rid of trial by jury. This is like, fascist Britain 1999, y’know?

But the more he does this, the weirder things get.

The more cameras you put up, the more people will start to act like movie stars. 

The more people start to act like movie stars, the weirder things get. 

And then the more cameras they put up to try and deal with it! 

And the weirder it gets!

So let ‘em bring the cameras; I’ll fucking act the shit out of these bastards! 

Let’s have the cameras. 

Let’s have cameras everywhere. 

And we’ll show them what we can do.

And they’ll be watching, going :

“Man, that guy’s getting fucked; I wish I was.”

And they want in. They want in on this. So let’s, like Doug said, invite them in. Let’s take them in. Let’s be like the diseased prion that destroys its host, and CJD.

Let’s go in there and give them something they cannot digest. Something they cannot process. 

Something so toxic, so dangerous, so powerful.. that it will breed, and destroy them utterly.

Not destroy them – turn them into us. Because that’s what we want. We want everybody to be cool. We don’t want to go in and think: 

“That guy over there’s gonna kill me; that guy hates me; that guy’s got some fucking weird agenda.”

Don’t we just wanna talk? 

And let it all go, and just say: “Hey, I’m interested in you; what have you got to tell me?”

That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? 

We communicate; we join up; we make networks; we make things happen.

And there are some people in The World who don’t wanna do that.

So let us infect them.

Infect them to the point where they become Us.

Where there’s nothing left in this world, but Us.

And then some kid’ll come up and fuck that as well.

And that’ll be exactly what we need at the time.

And that’s me finished, so thank you very much.

You Do Not Let Your Eyes See nor Your Ears Hear That Which You Cannot Account For

You Do Not Let Your Eyes See nor Your Ears Hear That Which You Cannot Account For

Nine is Completion. 

You've evolved through the experiences of all the other numbers to a spiritual realization that 

This Life is only part of a 

Larger Whole.

Van Helsing :

We wave Christ 

and His holy blood!

We are strong in The Lord 

and The Power of His might!

The Power of God is upon us!

The Power of God is upon us!

The Power of God is upon us!

I bring you from 

Shadow into Light!

I cast you out, The Prince of Darkness into Hell!

A moment's courage, 

and it is done.

Take the stake in your left hand, place the point over the heart.

Then in God's Name, strike. 

Do it now!

Eat, feast. 

You'll need your strength for the dark days ahead.

Mina.

Doctor? 

Ja?

How did Lucy die?

Van Helsing :

Well--

Was she in great pain?

Van Helsing :

Ja, she was in Great Pain. 

Then we cut off her head drove a stake through her heart 

and burned it 

and then she found Peace.

HARKER :

Doctor! Please!