Blinded by the Light

Henry J: I live in a time of liars, cheaters, thieves, murderers, greed, sexual exploitation, pedophiles, official and political corruption, negligence, poverty and famine, continuous health allocations, the fracking of our ocean, the fracking of our earth, our home, the oppression of all deceived that are conscious and breathe the pollution of every foul thing they have created to contain or destroy us.

I was once a follower of the Luciferian doctrine but never knew it growing up.

My thoughts were conditioned as an adolescent by my parents, who were also indoctrinated into this historic paradigm of these psychopaths and their communistic agenda. And probably my grandparents and so on…

There is the rising of the sun as day breaks and then the moon when the sunsets.

It really was time that dictated the schedule of these sadistic monsters that claimed to be human, but in all honesty, they claimed to be our gods, secretly.

I only wanted to protect and serve my fellow man, but as time moved on I questioned the type of man I was protecting and serving.

Gods?

The monetary system of control. They used this as their main weapon. Like bait on a hook. If the fish bit… Hook, line, and sinker. If the bait wasn’t big enough they would make it bigger. And if that didn’t work they would blow the fucking pond up. River, lake, ocean… You get my drift.

I was a cop for the NCPD. That ended the night of the biggest mass shooting in the history of this so-called free country. A lot of innocent people died and a lot more were injured. I was forced to resign when the questions I had mounted and the official answers I got were baseless.

Too many hands touching what wasn’t supposed to be touched. Evidence restricted and hidden. Too many eyes in the sky that seen what wasn’t suppose to be seen. Superior agencies feeding their public servants need to know bits and pieces to suit their narrative. Heroes made up. Remarkable stories of survival on the news distract us from the who, what, where, and how. Investigations handled by the ABC’s no longer the first responder’s responsibility.

When I say forced to resign, really there was another option for me of serving a desk until my retirement. More like a punishment. Me being halfway to my retirement and still agile enough to run down a thief on foot.

Fucking commies!

My name is Henry J. Detective Henry J. I am an independent detective in the Neon City or the more popular term Sin City. What stays in Neon… Well, how far can a slogan succeed imperial domination when literally throats are slit and good men go missing and two prostitutes come forward with verifiable truth but are condemned by paid for shills of disinformation reading scripted monitors by their handlers.

I wondered who the real whore and pimp were…

I knew providing information or evidence would be tough considering how easy it was to fabricate false testimony to counter flesh and bone proof.

What do the words conspiracy theorist mean and when did those words become a relevant countermeasure against those who are actually seeking the answers for themselves and not by these frauds with government given power.

Do you notice I said government-given power?

You can vote for a police sheriff sure, but not an FBI director. Anyways.

Conspiracy theorist was originally a neutral term and acquired a pejorative connotation only in the 1960s, with an implication that the theorist is paranoid. The term was deployed by the central intelligence agency to discredit the speculation of the John F. Kennedy assassination.

Fear.

People were afraid.

Everybody knew something smelled rotten in this cesspool of a city, but fear kept them in line at the grocery store. Fear kept their coffee brewing before work. Fear sent their kids to school with a packed lunch. Fear was the main enforcer of the few freedoms they had that could be taken away.

I understood that. I knew people needed the guts to break from a herd controlled by tyranny.

I am living in the time of the Information Age. Were all access to universal knowledge is at the hands of almost everybody’s fingertips. Of course, there is a plethora of shit you have to siphon through to figure out the conclusion to your search.

Most are lazy and settle for bullshit, horseshit, human shit that is fed to them by mainstream media and those shills in Hollywood.

I figure those are the idiots that like to be enslaved, brainwashed. Cowards I thought.

As for those that fight for their personal causes that they identify with. They forget about the one waged against them by the people in power. The monetary plan that controls and conditions society.

Follow the money. My biggest clue. The starting point in my investigation.

While these so-called protesters fight for their causes and rights and worship and praise these famous people that stand incidentally for their cause with publicized pictures and videos. Deception takes place. These are the biggest hypocrites in the purest form.

I believe an idiot can change to become smart if they are educated properly to benefit others with likewise causes and struggles, but the homework has gotta be done.

The hypocrite will never change unless it is to benefit itself that is.

I wasn’t against the people of this city. I was just suspect of their root ambitions.

The following two weeks after I resigned from the police force I was being monitored heavily. I knew to lay low and act like a man who lost his puppy. Devastated by tragedy, but it was all an act. I wasn’t devastated. I was pissed off! I had to be exempt from law enforcement until my license for my private eye agency was legit. I knew they would keep tabs on me now and again once enough time has passed, but I was the least of their headaches as others were questioning this lone gunman narrative they threw at us.

I knew there were a lot of snakes in the grass, so I had to pick one and follow it.
I slowly inched my way into the underbelly of the city. Spent college funds and broken marriages. Tropicana street hookers and crack-filled weekly suites. I needed to follow the money.

Two sides to the corporation’s coin. Show wholesome service, fun, and nonstop entertainment with luxury, relaxing rooms, and top-notch cuisine. The other side of the coin is not seen. The blind eye and whisper of corporate escorts. Private room narcotics. Back door deals politically fueling economics. The usual cum filled cream pie.

I had a lead, but couldn’t act yet. I had to mask my main investigation with other picked-up cases to make it seem as if I forgot the mass shooting that lingered in the air like the sewer smell on Spring Mountain and Neon City Boulevard.

So I picked up a case my first week about a missing UFC fighter. I still had a few contacts down at the station and thought by me making a trip and showing face it would elevate some suspicion about me inquiring still about the shooting.

When I resigned I was recommended a therapist to help me deal with the events that took place. More or less they framed an ideology of me being traumatized and disturbed. I never like to talk about all those faces, the blood, the carnage. I’m a cop in the hunt for the criminals that did this. Hence, I put aside the emotion towards the fallen and channel it into my search for the real killers.

The media will slowly sweep this under the rug, but I won’t!

The public will get tired of asking questions, but I won’t!

Real decent cops will submit and move on, but I won’t!!

Somebody knows the snake I’m looking for. And I’m gonna find her. A prostitute named Destiny.