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                                       Chapter Thirty Five  

     
As I sat in the prison computer lab, I typed this on paper:

      I will accept staying Atascadero State Hospital until my death if you agree to the following:

I will be given a private room.
The proceeding all will be paid by me. I will have a television. DVD player subscription to Netflix, Each week I will be allowed fourteen two litters of soda.  My wife will be allowed to come here, bringing and sharing a meal for me three times a week.  Sign and notarized.

     
The orderly led me to an interview with a Washington Times reporter.   We sat down at an oblong table.  First I gave him this article:

                     Kennedy, Aquino and Bhutto:  Different people Same Assassination

      It is as if Ferdinand Marcos and Persid Marshaiff asked the Central Intelligence Agency:  what is the best way to assassinate my enemies?  The Central Intelligence Agency answered that you should copy how we assassinated Kennedy.  Central Intelligence Agency advice to these dictators was as follows: Seduce a Misfit to kill the target then kill the misfit before anyone gets the truth out of him.

     
In nineteen eighty three Benigno Aquino, arch rival of Philippines dictator Feranand Marcos returned to the Philippines to run for and almost assuredly claim the Philippines Presidential Election.  After twenty years of horrible corruption and violence caused by Marcos and his cronies the writing was on the wall for them.  Marcos was doomed. 

      
As throngs of Aquino supporters waited in the airport, Aquino to disembark from his plane.  He disembarked by stairs on the tarmac, gunfire rang out; two men lay dead on the ground: Aquino and he would be assailant.  As Press and spectators remained stunned looking out on the fallen Aquino, the soldiers, who were supposed to have guard Aquino, dumped him and the other body into a military truck and sped off away from the airport.

   
  The government controlled press reported that a communist leader had hired the-would-be assassin.  This assassin would be later revealed as mentally retarded by family and friends. He was somehow able to evade a supposedly guarded airport, especially heavy for the arrival of Aquino. Then he got on the tarmac and killed Aquino.  The question is, why was Aquino forced to use the stairs that went on the tarmac and not the enclosed gangway that everyone else used?  The official excuse was that it was a better way to guard him.

   
  Overwhelmingly, Filipinos did not believe the government's lies.  They knew Marcos had assassinated Aquino.  They had a nonviolent people revolution.  The United States government lost confidence in Marcos’ leadership.  Marcos was forced to allow a free and fair election.  Thus Aquino widow's Corazon was elected president.  Marcos and his entourage fled to Hawaii.

    
Eighteen soldiers, involved in the detail that were supposed to protect Aquino, were put on trial for aiding the assassination of Aquino. They were imprisoned until two thousand and eight when they were released by President Arroyos.

   
  What really happened is that the soldiers had brought the would-be assassin with them.  Told him to kill Aquino for a bounty. That when Aquino disembarked, the Commander of the detail (verify by passengers testimony) in the plane ordered (in the Cebuano dialect not in the more common national dialect, Tagalog) “ fired” and two soldiers shot Aquino from behind the stairs, while another soldier shot and killed the would be assassin who was in front of Aquino (according to the Medical Examiner report).

       In Pakistan, President Marshaiff was falling out favor.   A general who overthrew the preceding president by threating not to allow the plane, that president was on, to land unless the president immediately resigned.  He simultaneously curried favor from President Bush and Al Quada.  A past President Benazir Bhutto was running against him.  She was gaining in the polls.  Thus Marshaiff hired Al Quada to assassinate her.  Al Quada used the Central Intelligence Agency tactic of getting a mentally unstable man to kill Bhutto.  In throngs of her supporters the mentally unstable shot and killed Mrs. Bhutto. Surrounding soldiers could easily have arrested the man.  However they shot and killed him thus silencing him. 

      
Bhutto’s husband eventually defeated Marshaiff and is President of Pakistan. Marshaiff is exiled in England evading a Capital warrant for his arrest in Pakistan.

      
Lee Harvey Oswald, a misfit, allegedly assassinated President Kennedy.  Jack Ruby killed Oswald before Oswald revealed his part in the assassination of President Kennedy. 

      
The Washington Times reporter sat down across from me.

      
I spoke abruptly:

      
“So you want to know if my hitting him was an accident or did I do it on purpose.

       “I did it to change the world.  Screwed up the system. Make every Republicans’ heart sink.  Make the whole military Industrialism complex soiled their pants.”

       After this, the United States Senate Republicans filibustered the president nomination of Jones to the United States Supreme Court.  The president back down and nominated Fitzsimons.  Oh well so much for making the Republicans' hearts sink.

          OKAY! Maybe I did this in another universe but not this one.

          Meanwhile back in our universe.

                                     Chapter Thirty Six

     I joined AFTRA and submitted my resume to Central Casting.  I got one unionized extra job.  I also was a frequent visitor to Access.
This California state agency was set up to assist people with disabilities for employment in the Film and Television Industry.   It was there I met Christiana Kobuko. She was a Drama teacher. She invited me to join her as a student.

    As we drove to her next destination
in an old Dodge van with lots of theatrical equipment, I asked her about her film career.  She said it was not much.  She had been in the nineteen seventy six War Drama
Midway
. She had also been in a couple of MTM productions, as in Mary Tyler Moore Productions.  I had saw
Midway
twenty five years ago in a movie theatre.  It was memorable because it was the only movie I saw in sound o rama.  There were huge speakers in the back that made the theater rumble during fighting scenes. 

      A lot later I rented
Midway
to see what she had done in that movie.  It was a male dominated movie.  She was only the female in the movie that had multiple lines and multiple scenes.  She played Edward Albert’s character’s Japanese American fiancée.  Albert portrayed a navy flyer who was the son of an Admiral played by Charleston Hesston.  I would say she had the ninth lead in the film.  Not really a big part.  It was the same voice as the woman that I presently was visiting with; but her looks had changed a lot in twenty five years.  Though she did not say then but I later found she was a regular on
St Elsewhere
.

   
“Eric, If you’re serious about becoming an actor,” she told me in the van that she had purposely parked on the side of the road. “You’ll have to totally dedicate yourself to the craft.  So you have to give up being a substitute teacher and live off your pension.  If you do that I will be your teacher.”  Well, I got paid one hundred fifty United States Dollars a day as a sub and worked practically every day.  I just could not give that.

                 Chapter
Thirty Seven

    
"I’ve got to go to Jerusalem!” I announced to my wife.  I had burst through the front door of my one bedroom condominium in Palmdale after finishing work.

    
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said; assured that I was making a Joke.

    
“I got to go now" I exclaimed as I collected my passport and displayed it to her.

      
"For Christ sakes, Eric!"

      
“You're right!”

       I left the house. Jumped in the car. Fortunately, just before I made my announcement, I had found that I had enough frequent flying miles to get a seat on a plane destined to Jerusalem that night.  When I got to the airport I found a meter in the long-term parking. I put up my handicapped placard on the rear view mirror.  I was good for days.

    
  I did not even bring luggage.  Just my backpack, passport and credit card. I checked in on the computer. I walked through the security scanners. I passed! Hooray, I'm not a terrorist!

      
I flew all night to Jerusalem. I arrived in Jerusalem at dawn!

      
As I walked past the Dome of the Rock.  I saw about ten, thousand Muslims gathered around it. They simultaneously stared up at the sky.

       
"Boy, something sure got lost in the translation!” I said to myself.

   
     I finally made it to the spot where Jesus ascended into Heaven. There were already about a thousand waiting there. Then a flash occurred about one hundred feet up in the sky.

         Jesus descended to the gathering.  When he landed on his feet the people seemed a bit puzzled for He had short jet black hair. He was clean shaven.  He had
a
Mediterranea
n
look; stocky.  He looked like he was from, well, Israel.

      
  "Hey," Jesus exclaimed,” where is everybody?"   He then described, “When I was descending I saw that there about ten thousand at the Dome of the Rock. As I always said: ‘nobody listens to Me " Jesus sighed at the few people gathered around Him, and said to them,” let's go to the Dome of the Rock.”

        
His thousand followed Him as we went to the Dome of the Rock.

        
Jesus looked at the ten thousand at the Dome who were looking at the sky.

        
"I am Jesus Christ!” He yelled thunderously at them. The Muslims all looked at Him in unison with weak smiles. Then they returned to looking at the sky. Jesus left as He announced, “Y’know, he’s not coming!"

      “Hey you!” Jesus pointed at me,” I need you to take Me to Washington, DC. Please. I don’t have any money.”

    
  I was stunned at first.  Then, I thought this is Jesus. Of course I will.   “Of course I will thanks. Hey, my name is Eric" I replied.

  
    So we took a taxi to the airport. I bought two tickets to Washington DC. While we were in a security line Jesus casually went through the partitions, but nobody else noticed Him.  I went through the line; showed my passport.

 
     “I was wondering how you were gonna get through without a passport, wow?” I remarked to Him.

  
    “Let's go!” He beckoned.

   
   “I have been wondering about something,” I asked Him, seated next to Him on the plane, "You said-- I mean the Bible said-- I mean, You said You’d come back before some of Your followers died.”

   
“Well you know Heaven time is not Earth time. According to Heaven time I left Earth three years ago. It’s the time difference. I guess I got I little distracted and oops two thousand years went by.”

   
  I asked, "Oh okay then Jesus! Why did You choose me to take You to D.C.?”

     
“’cause you were the only one with twenty, thousand dollars in the bank out of that crowd that gathered for My Return.”

      
“Hardly anything. Glad to help"

      When we got to Washington we found ourselves in a subway station.