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Samuel Finlay comes home from working at the Dollar Store, wondering why his college education had fitted him for nothing more than pointless military service and now customer service for the rude. Then, on the dilapidated porch of his Little Rock, Arkansas rental, waiting for him with what seemed infinite patience, was a man in a gray suit, silver sunglasses and silver hair with the following message from the last Pro-American President of The United States.

The people that run the world through the media have an annual meeting in a place known to the sitting president, wherein all first term politicians, all media and social media executives and the deans of the 100 most prestigious universities in the nation rape abducted children as part of a satanic pact, to be documented by Deep State agents and employed to keep these people in line with the will of the 15 bankers who rule the world.

The President will pardon six vicious criminals, serving life or on death row, if they agree to form a death squad to wipe out the pedophiles running the nation from behind closed doors and rescue the doomed children from their deep state fate.

Menthol Rampage

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MannySeptember 14, 2018 5:34 AM UTC

Thank you Sir. I’ll bring Manny’s cleaver.
MannySeptember 14, 2018 4:46 AM UTC

I’m in with Sam. Drafting Mescaline Franklin. May St. Brevick make us successful.
responds:September 14, 2018 5:27 AM UTC

I'll throw you into the breach, Mister Soprano—sanguinary cameo assured.