[The camera starts recording]
[Martin is white with fear]
I heard screams coming from the upstairs apartment. The probes are moving in, they're experimenting on people I can feel it. I just know it. I know what they're like, they read my mind, they show me images. They want me next I can feel it.
[Martin looks up at the ceiling and listens intently]
[Martin breaks down]
Somebody help me, please. What the fuck am I doing? Nobody's going to help, this tape is purely a record of my final days.
[Martin takes out another cigarette]
Fuck, who'd have thought? I could be next. I could be probed. I could be their next guinea pig.
[Martin is sick with fear]
It's just like they've said all along, these fuckers perform tests on humans.
[Martin lights up the cigarette and takes a long drag]
Obviously, the testing subjects weren't enough, I mean all those alien abductions we've heard about over the years.
[Martin snaps, white with fury]
It's the mother fucking government, those sick fuckers. They're all just a pack of filthy lying fuckers.
[Martin is now furious]
The whole fucking lot of them, filthy fuckers. They give these aliens permission to experiment on us anytime they want, in return for military secrets, new weapons technology, destructive shit like that. Do they ask for a cure for cancer or aids? No fucking way! They just want new ways to kill the fucking enemy they create, not heal the world. They're just a pack of filthy fucking hypocrites.
[Martin is silent for a moment as he draws back on his cigarette. His hands shake with terror or perhaps anger]
I tell you the government is responsible for so much bullshit you'd be amazed. They tell you not to believe in all that conspiracy crap but why? What are they hiding? And you know what, they can be real dumb fuckers when they want to be. They think they have us by the balls, but really some of us know better. Just take a look at some of the events we've witnessed with the F.B.I. and C.I. fucking A. These guys have a lot to answer for. Christ, if these aliens want to weed out the garden they should start at weed central. Christ, those government agencies promote the purest of evil, they’re nothing but greed machines. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if these aliens were merely another way for those fuckers to get even richer.
[Martin sits upright]
Have a listen to this, and please if you offend easily fast forward the next five minutes or so. The shit I am about to say is purely what I believe, but when you weigh it up it looks pretty fucking rigid. So we're now casting our minds back to 1963 when the nation stopped and watched in horror as John Fitzgerald Kennedy was shot to shit in Texas.
[Martin gets restless]
We've got bullets screaming from every direction, security guards leaving their posts, cars slowing down to a snail's pace for the kill shot. Up and to the left or whatever Garrison's inquest uncovered. We got bullets doing right angles and a single guy in the book depositary taking pot shots with some antique gun, don't even get me started.
Anyway, look at some of the evidence that we all remember from that Oliver Stone movie. If we are to believe the horse shit our so-called government fed us then this is what happened. Lee Harvey Oswald took his aim from the window of that book building and shot JFK. Oswald, according to the papers and media, was a Communist, a military sniper, a trained marksman and a seasoned fucking soldier. They wanted us to believe this so bad they even stuck a photo of his head on some photo of a guy holding a rifle. I mean come on, what the fuck was that?
[Martin calms down]
So anyway, you got this guy in the book depository looking down at the president of the United States, he has one thing on his mind, I'm going to kill the President. Now, for a man who, as described by the media, is a seasoned, well-oiled military machine, he is very unorganized. First of all, he shoots the President, runs downstairs, then makes his way downtown. Now, most people would say nice work, your job is done, you’re home free. NOBODY knows you did it, you're now just one of the crowd. But NOOOO! Lee Harvey gets paranoid. This hard-nosed, meticulous, seasoned soldier gets scared, and remember, nobody actually knows he was the one who shot the commander in chief. However, FOR NO APPARENT REASON he decides to shoot a cop. He then runs and hides in a theatre, where he is later picked up by the police, less than 24 hours after the assassination. Case closed.
[Martin lights another cigarette]
Now, was this the work of a trained soldier or a government patsy told to be in a certain place, at a certain time, to be conveniently arrested?
[Martin smiles at the camera knowingly]
Exactly. Now we all know the reason for JFK's murder was political. You see JFK wanted to withdraw the U.S. troops from Vietnam, but all the weapons manufacturers were like NO FUCKING WAY. After all, war is business, and business is GOOD! So JFK is murdered and the next President, LBJ, takes the oath and his first official duty was to order more troops into Vietnam. Ka-ching!
See when I think of JFK I don't see the murder of one man, I see the murder of thousands of innocent young boys. Young boys and men whose lives were taken away in a pointless fucking war that was never resolved anyway and the thing that really fucking eats at me is that the government officials responsible for the assassination of JFK hide the truth and keep it locked away. That is, of course, until everyone who was involved in the coup is dead, which means the truth won't be released for another 30 fucking years. Now, if my brother or father or uncle had have been victims of the Vietnam War, I tell you right now my blood would be fucking boiling over. My hobby would instantly change to Politicians, I can tell you that right now.
[Martin lights yet another cigarette and takes a long drag]
So anyway, we all know and love that story. Now the death of that man was a shocking and heinous crime that was unforgivable. It shocked the world, we all agree on that one. Now let's fast forward a few decades to another shocking and heinous crime. We all learned a lesson with Oswald, but then something similar happened in Oklahoma. A certain government building filled with innocent civilians, including children, suddenly exploded. An atrocity of the absolute worst kind. Within hours of Timothy McVeigh's arrest, we have painted in the media, just like Oswald, a hick, a cult follower, a man who hated the establishment, a seasoned soldier and, to round it off nicely, an explosives expert. This evil genius plants a bomb in a truck, in front of a federal building, and not just any bomb, we're talking about a motherfucker of the worst kind. Did you see the fucking photos? I mean man, this thing was fucking devastating. And not only that, it was meticulously and, I might add, conveniently aimed at the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in downtown Oklahoma City. Do you understand what I’m saying? The explosion was aimed at one fucking building. Everything on the other side of the street was left intact.
So what we have here is a man so brilliant, he can build a bomb so powerful, that it levels an entire fucking building. But remember we also have a man so ingenious that he positioned the bomb so it was aiming at just one building. Let's not forget, to build a bomb this size would cost, at least I hope it would cost, a shit load of fucking money. So this rich, ingenious, seasoned military explosives expert plants the bomb and destroys the building. So what do you do when you’re a rich, ingenious, seasoned military explosive expert and you just planted the biggest bomb in U.S. history in downtown Oklahoma?
Remember, according to the media, like Oswald, you have years of military training under your belt. So what do they do in the movies? They disappear right? They melt into society right? They leave the FUCKING country, right? And if you do, you leave incognito, safely hidden from the authorities. No one knows you did it, you’re just another American citizen.
BUT NO!
Our boy McVeigh decides to leave via the main fucking highway in a truck, and not only that, he breaks the speed limit. What a fucking genius? I have just performed one of the most ferocious atrocities in U.S. history and I am now escaping the scene. No one knows it was me. There is no proof it was me, I am one out of three hundred million possible suspects, but hey FUCK IT, I'll speed anyway.
[Martin draws back on his cigarette]
So the police pull this asshole over for speeding and what do you know? Fuck me! It's OUR BOY!
[Martin leans into the camera]
Less than 24 hours after the bombing, the mastermind behind the devastation is caught speeding. Fucking speeding. What a fucking joke? One minute they expect you to believe the man is a ruthless and meticulous killer. The next thing he is the dumbest motherfucker on the planet. Now you may say hey, he was guilty, and hey fuck it maybe he was, but let's take a step back and look at what was in that building. You've got FBI offices, CIA offices, fuck I think there may have even been NSA offices in that building. So you've got the who's who of America's power players. Any one of those offices could have had employees with military secrets. An employee with video proof that aliens actually exist; an employee with proof of illegal biological weapons experiments. Fuck, someone could have had the cure for fucking aids, or at least substantial evidence to prove that it was a biological weapon developed by the military.
[Martin draws back on his cigarette]
So, you're the CIA and you're about to be exposed to the public as being filthy, evil fuckers. You can't just walk in there and kill the target, now can you? How tight would the security be in a place like that? Oh, and you're probably at the point now where it can be assumed that the information has already leaked to other offices. No, the only way to be totally sure is to take out the whole fucking building. That'll definitely do it. Now I know you're going to say hey Martin my best friend lost someone close in that bombing,
[leaning in and dark]
But hey I don't give a fuck, one of my best friends lost 3 uncles in Vietnam. Besides, it's probably way too late now, but don't you think it might have been prudent that we, as a free nation, might have asked our government to tell us the truth, or do you think that might have been too much to ask?
[Martin smiles]
For Fuck’s sake we were more concerned about our President getting his cock sucked by an intern, I mean really, what was that? You know, I still can't believe that we as a nation were more concerned that our Commander-in-chief was receiving oral sex in the oval office, yet we don't give a flying fuck when it comes to knowing the truth about the cold-blooded murder of JFK.
[Martin becomes emotional]
For Christ’s sake, the man was gunned down in front of his fucking wife, not to mention his children being inundated with it over and over again on the TV and in the movies. Doesn't anyone care about that? Doesn't anyone care that the entire investigation into his death was totally fucked up? Doesn’t anyone care that vital evidence was destroyed and witnesses were murdered? Even now, over thirty years after the event, not one of us has even tried to get this information. It's fucking too late now obviously. But why... just once, just once,
[Martin points up at the ceiling]
before these alien fuckers arrived on our doorstep, didn't someone say, “Hey who did kill John Fitzgerald Kennedy?” Now I know a lot of you are saying it's old news Martin, it's old news!
[Martin points at the camera]
But NO! That's not true. History repeats folks! Priorities people, priorities.
[Martin leans forward and switches the camera off.]