Christopher Grant Guest Writes - The Celebrity

I am pleased to start the New Year out in fine form with some brand new gritty noir from Christopher Grant, the devious mind behind A Twist of Noir   and his newest venture where things never end quite the same, Alternate Endings. I have it on very good authority that CG is up to some shenanigans later this year that will no doubt rock the world of those of us who enjoy a darker story - in the meantime enjoy this tale of those who get a might big for their britches.

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THE CELEBRITY - CHRISTOPHER GRANT

 

The word celebrity is reserved for those of us that have attained great fame.

 

The word fame has an origin that can mean rumor.

 

The rumors about The Celebrity were all true. Every last one of them.

 

The thing about the cats and dogs. Yep.

 

The one about the little kids. Yep.

 

The one about the blood rituals. Yep.

 

And the one about the driving around and taking shots at unarmed citizens.

 

Yep.

 

And, yet, those were just rumors.

 

Sweep them under the carpet, the media would say. Or, at least, the media that adored The Celebrity.

 

They had, after all, created The Celebrity.

 

It was their duty to protect and defend The Celebrity.

 

What they had, in fact, created was a monster.

 

And when the monster started to do things that the media wasn't overly enamored with, well, then, my friends, the media decided that The Celebrity was now The Infamous.

 

The Infamous, it was said and it was true, had actually sacrificed those kids in those blood rituals that you had heard the rumors about.

 

The Infamous had, indeed, taken potshots at unarmed citizens just out for a nice Saturday night.

 

And The Infamous had stuffed firecrackers up the asses of cats and dogs just to watch them explode.

 

The Infamous had done this and so much more and the media wanted to wash their hands of The Infamous, who had until recently been The Darling Celebrity.

 

So out with the dirty laundry, the same laundry that was hidden in each and every one of the media's closets.

 

Out with the sex games The Infamous loved to play.

 

Out with the drug use The Infamous engaged in.

 

Out with the public nudity The Infamous had displayed.

 

Out with the political beliefs The Infamous subscribed to.

 

Out with the satanic cult The Infamous belonged to.

 

Out with it all.

 

Until The Infamous ceased being The Infamous and became The Ill That Society Cannot Tolerate.

 

And then it became a Jihad.

 

Stamp out The Ill That Society Cannot Tolerate. Stamp it out before it corrupts our children, before it takes over the planet.

 

And, in order to do that, the media needed to create another monster that could take the mantle of The Celebrity and disown The Ill That Society Cannot Tolerate, hopefully to banish it to obscurity so that it would never rear its ugly head again.

 

And media figured they could do this because The Celebrity came a dime a dozen.

 

And they were right.