Three of Cups

There’s a growing stack of conspiracy and paranormal literature on the floor. Books by folks like Jim Keith, David Icke, and Preston Nichols. They range from simple “Who Shot JFK?” primers to gibbering travelogues full of inter-dimensional hoodoo.

It used to be Japanese comic books and videos of yakuza movie that kept my room nice and messy. Now, the quacks are taking over. But of course, they never thought they were quacks to begin with…

And yet I’m already having doubts about trying to track down the various organizations and persons that had a hand in the ESPY project, which led to the formation of the Espionage Rejects.

Open up any of these books on mind control and psychosurgery looking for straight answers and you’ve basically invited a bunch of bat shit into your life. But this much I know: the ER and the ESPY project were real. As real as anything else, that is.

Some people have already come out of the woodwork and said to me, “Oh yeah, ESPY, that Japanese science fiction movie from 1974,” as if that was the only single ESPY out there. Then there’s the ESPY Awards, put on annually by the ESPN sports network, and the ESPY corporation who provides software solutions to businesses, large and small. Just Google the word: there's even ESPY-TV, a series of instructionl videos that teach the martial arts form of Hun Gar. The thing is, no one really has a claim on the word, not even Mark, Jason, or the military-occult complex that made them what they are, only to throw them away.

I know this all sounds evasive and needlessly cryptic. Again, even with the ER feeding me info, I’ve only got pieces of the puzzle. So here’s a little reward for sticking with this nonsense for this long at least: ESPY is an acronym. It stands for Extra Sensory Perception Youth.

Comments

[Carl Horn]

Sometimes I think conspiracy theory is a search for aesthetics. Technically, the straight world is already saturated with initiations, oaths, plots, and vows--it's just that nondisclosure agreements and proprietary codes and accounting fraud aren't very cool or sexy. But the hermit banging the keys in a cabin covered with clippings is interesting; Masonic rituals are interesting; military code names are interesting. The irony perhaps is that it's these latter type of conspiracies that may not actually ever amount to much, while the former type of workaday deception is what makes the world spin round like in Bog's rookers.