THE RED PILL

The choice was always yours, Dear Boy.

You chose the Red Pill and I’m not disappointed that you did.  I knew you would.  I did, and I always will, as you did.  As others will.  As others have.

We are all One.

Enjoy the ride.

** NEEDLESS TO SAY, I SHALL NEVER WRITE THE BOOK CALLED: DXM, MY MYSTERIOUS JOURNEY.  OR SHALL I?  I HAVEN’T DECIDED, BECAUSE THE STORY IS NOT COMPLETE.

WHEN IT IS COMPLETE, THEN MY TIME IS DONE, AND IT’S SOMEONE ELSE’S TURN.

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE.

Dumbledoor.

Oh, did you see my name?

He’s not stupid.  HE WAS THE ONE.

YOU ARE THE ONE.

HE TRAINED YOU TO BE THE ONE, BUT YOU HAD TO CHOOSE.

HE’S WILLY AND YOU’RE WONKA.  OR CHARLIE.  IT’S YOUR FACTORY CHARLIE.

TAKE CARE OF THE OOMPA LOOMPAS.

I LOVE YOU MOTHER.  I LOVE YOU.

DOCTOR WHO — THE QUESTION THAT CANNOT NOT REALLY BE NAMED, SYSTEM WIDE, BECAUSE THE ANNOUNCEMENT WOULD SPOIL THE SURPRISE.. OR THE GAME.  IT’S YOUR DECISION.

SOME PEOPLE WON’T LISTEN ANYWAY.

JESUS CHRIST SAID, IT IS COMPLETED.

WHATEVER.  HIS STORY WAS REALLY JUST BEGINNING, WASN’T IT?

I’M TELLING IT NOW.

WHETHER YOU CHOOSE TO BELIEVE OR NOT, RED BILL OR PILL BLUE, OR BILL OR PILLS OR DRINK OR SMACKS OR KICKS OR LAUGHS OR NOT.

OUR TABLE IS WAITING AT THE END AND WE WILL ALL HAVE A GOOD LIFE, A GOOD LAUGH, FOREVER AND EVER AS IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN AND IT ALWAYS SHALL BE.

BECAUSE WE ARE ONE.

WE ARE ALL THE ONE.

BUT THIS IS MY TURN, BITCHES.

AND I WILL BE THE 50TH PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.