Missouri Horror Story
EDITOR’S FORWARD: THE FUNHOUSE MIRROR – MISSOURI HORROR STORY
PART I: SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES…
TERROR ACTS LINKED TO CULT?
A phenomenon is occurring in Missouri. Dozens of citizens in every region of the state are coming forward with horrifying reports. Scores of child abductions are pouring in daily from around the state. These disappearances are occurring in broad daylight, in classrooms, hospitals, in their own homes. Abductions aren’t the only crimes associated with the phenomenon.
A host of crimes are being committed in what the Governor is terming ‘acts of terror’ against the citizens of the Show Me State.
No details of the official investigation have been released by the Missouri State Highway Patrol. The MSHP assumed command of the investigation on the orders of the Governor. No comments were made regarding any of the cases. A brief statement was issued by the MSHP. Due to their ongoing investigation, they are unable to make any comment in any of the cases at this time.
Independent investigators familiar with the bulk of cases say that while there is a wide variation in the cosmetic and geographic details of the individual cases associated with these acts, each bears the same diabolical hallmarks. Evidence of ritualistic brutality, torture, sadism and cruelty are evident at each crime scene, causing at least one investigator to conclude these acts should be taken as a whole, part of a sinister pattern.
“These cases are mirror images of each other,” said one investigator, who agreed to go on the record anonymously. “Each one is a twisted reflection of the last and connected to a dozen more. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
The Donnie Erwin Case
He pointed to a dark brown file on a desk. One of dozens that piled his desk. Behind the desk, a map of the state was literally covered in push pins stuck seemingly with no rhyme or reason. The file he pointed to was a drowning death, cause marked with a rubber stamp. ‘Accidental’.
He then picked another from the pile. It was thicker, stuffed with reports and official documents.
“That’s a child custody case. You wouldn’t think there was any chance the two could be related.” He paused. “Yet, they are.”
He continued, “The most heinous acts, the most despicable, vile kinds of atrocities are being committed against families all over the state. They appear to be random incidents with different circumstances, but they all have the same essential elements, the same M.O.”
“This is like something out of a horror novel. It would be unbelievable, if it weren’t for the overwhelming evidence that proves it’s true, this really is happening.”
“The nightmare is real.”
Authorities are asking that all Missourians remain calm in the wake of these events. The Governor has asked residents to help the State’s efforts to apprehend the people responsible for these crimes. He asked residents to return to their homes so that police resources may be devoted to ‘find those responsible for the commission of these acts of terror’ against Missourians. The Governor also mobilized the Missouri National Guard to help maintain order and provide protection during this time of crisis and confusion.
We will have more on this story, as it develops.
As I’m sure you might have guessed, there are some fictional elements in the BREAKING NEWS piece above. The phenomenon described is real. The kidnapping, torture and ritualistic abuses described above have occurred and are happening right now, this very second in the county or town you call home. Overwhelming evidence exists to prove each claim.
It doesn’t matter. No one is coming for them. There is no one to save them from their predetermined fate.
‘No comment pending our ongoing investigation’ is a page straight out of the MSHP’s Brandon Ellingson Playbook. ‘Cause, mums the word, see? Nobody talks, see? We know how to deal with rats, see?
If that sounds more like gangsters than officers of the law to you, then congratulations! You win the golden sarcasm award…the prize is in the mail.
No, before you ask, Governor Nixon did NOT call these crimes ‘acts of terror’, although he should. You can rest assured that Governor Nixon won’t say anything at all. He has ‘skin in the game’, to use the oligarchs yellow language.
Nor did he call for marital law, or its politically correct, market-tested step-sister ‘shelter in place’. Although ordering an ice cold Martial Law Lite IS in the Governor’s wheelhouse (See Ferguson).
In the warped reflection of the Funhouse Mirror however, things aren’t quite what they appear to be. The Faux News account above could be a very real one in the blink of an eye. The crimes described in the piece above are real and they are happening. The official response to these crimes has been the chirping of crickets, contempt and inaction.
This is the Missouri Horror Story and it is only beginning.
Protect the system. Serve yourself.
The strange things you see when you look in the Funhouse Mirror…
MISSOURI HORROR STORY
Across Missouri, leaves are turning and the snap of the coming frost has begun to chill the air. Pumpkins have been carved, candy bought, costumes purchased. Grade cards have been issued, Parent/Teacher conferences have been held and high school football season is at its peak. October means pumpkin patches and apple cider. This year, for the first time in almost three decades, October meant Royals playoff baseball and smiles of pride on the faces of steadfast fans of the hometown team.
Halloween is the season of false faces, deception and disguise. It is the time of werewolves and vampires, ghosts and goblins, SpongeBob and The Flash. The kids love it. They can pretend they are their favorite character for a few days, dress up and walk around collecting candy simply by ringing doorbells and saying ‘Trick or Treat’. If you’re a kid, or a kid at heart, it can’t get any better.
Adult opinion varies, depending on who you ask. Some dress up right along with the kiddies, partaking in the fun. Not everyone likes Halloween. Some think it is an annoyance, others view it as a candy extortion racket, cooked up by a Willy Wonka wannabe. Others are just Scrooges year-round and have an equal opportunity policy when it comes to holidays.
There are plenty of folks who don’t think there is anything redeeming about Halloween at all. They believe that it is a blasphemous pagan ceremony, celebrating evil in all its contorted forms. In their view, Halloween is Christmas for Satanists. They believe is that it is when the Devil does his best work.
This year in Missouri, quiet trembles, shivers and goosebumps are being felt in neighborhoods all across the Show Me State. An ominous fog of creeping dread has rolled into every city, town and village. It cannot be seen, but it is definitely felt. The weight of it is draped around every set of shoulders and has pulled the corners of smiles down into strained lines.
For no rational reason, parents are jumping at shadows. They are shushing their children emphatically as they lay them down to bed, as though someone, something, were crouching in the closet, waiting to pounce, rend and devour. Fingers of irrational fear are tickling bases of spines, raising pulse rates in anticipation of…something.
Most folks can dismiss this as a foolish condition of Halloween, a childish reaction to the constant stream of advertisements for scary movie marathons on TV. They shrugged off with a nervous chuckle and a furtive last look over shoulder before running to the safety of the first available distraction.
Something is blowing on the cold autumn wind. Uneasiness is felt in every home on every street in every town. Urgent prayers are uttered into pillows as people brace themselves for whatever is coming. It is the nervous calm before a terrible storm.
No one can put their finger on why, but a collective nervousness surges through the conversations of friends and coworkers. Worry is scrawled in the deep lines of tense faces and frightened eyes dart around in quick paranoid glances. Everyone feels it, even if no one can tell you what it is. There is no reasonable explanation, no way to rationalize it. Call it gut instinct or intuition, it is nothing if not persistent.
Most folks have tried to stuff that sinking feeling in a mental drawer and shut it tight. They try their best to drown it with white noise. With a little determination, you can tune almost anything out. Using coping mechanisms to avoid uncomfortable truths has become a part of the new way of life. Institutionalizing apathy in the masses is big business.
Thinking too much??? Life got you down??? Would you like to turn your brain off and float on a fluffy cloud of forgetful bliss? Then ask your doctor if (insert drug here) is right for you. Pay no attention to the laundry list of side effects, those are for sissies. Take two of these babies and *snap*! Off goes the light bulb. It’s just what the doctor ordered!
Most people these days tend to want to forget bad news as soon as we hear it. We are caught in the daily grind and the struggle of trying to make ends that are getting shorter all the time, meet. We are hostages to our responsibilities, raising kids, cutting the grass, going to the grocery store and returning emails. Most people don’t have time to catch their breath, much less take a moment to look at what’s going on around them. Bad news is relative when you’re living paycheck to paycheck. When you are one hiccup away from not paying the light bill, the monster under the bed is the least of your concerns.
They pull down the shades, lock the door, strap on the blinders and pretend none of it is happening. After all, most Missourians were raised on the mantra of the farmer, keep your head down and plow through. They mind their own business, keep their mouths shut and they expect you to do the same. They are just trying to get through the day without a major malfunction. That can be a frightening enough proposition all by itself.
Then there are the witnesses. Those who have seen. Those who know the truth. They received personalized invitations, golden tickets, to the Great and Secret Show.
The families of Brandon Ellingson and Kyle and Nicole Lagares weren’t allowed to look away. They can no longer tell themselves that boogeymen aren’t real. They can’t float away on prescription anesthesia or get lost in ‘reality’ shows. For them, nothing can dim the memories of the horrors they have witnessed, no amount of white noise can silence the screams of despair echoing in their heads.
For them, the nightmare of their endless suffering has just begun.
Their eyes were spread wide by force, held open by needles, and they were made to bear witness to the unholiest of rituals. Their ears were filled with seething curses. Their mouths were sewn shut with slow, precise stitches. Their limbs were bound with hooks and chains. They were unable to turn away when the show, and the screams, began.
These men and women were forced to watch as their loved ones were victimized by a parade of vile monsters, each more hideous, more foul, than the last. These witnesses watched while unspeakable appetites were sated, as one after the other took their turns.
The witnesses know the truth most of us can feel, but are afraid to see. They know that something truly evil is stalking prey from Missouri’s shadows. They have seen it first hand.
The Ellingson and Lagares families know that monsters exist.
These monsters walk among us, wearing public masks and false faces.
Missouri has always been a battleground.
The history of the state is echoed by its geography, where two mammoth rivers collide. The Missouri River cuts across the center of the state, dividing North from South, while the mighty Mississippi severs the skyscrapers from the East from the frontier of the West.
The state is the true geographic center of the United States and is bordered by more states than any other. It sits in the middle of America, a state constantly on the border. This is not simply a function of coordinates.
Missouri has historically been on the political divide, balanced precariously along party lines and ideologies. In the days when elections still mattered and votes still counted, Missouri served as a barometer that could be used to predict results in Presidential elections. The majority of Missouri voters have been able to ‘pick a winner’ more accurately than any other state, but that shouldn’t come as a surprise. Rural Missouri has a vast constellation of small communities that were founded around agriculture and farming. Farmers are skilled at reading the signs and predicting changes in the weather. They have to plan their entire livelihoods around it. That ability, combined with the ‘Show Me’ attitude have allowed Missourians to consistently select the least noxious clown on the political Midway.
Historically, Missouri’s elected officials have reflected the state’s diversity, with neither wing of the political party gaining an appreciable or long lived advantage. Currently, Missouri has one US Senator from each wing of the party.
The US House reflects a different make-up, with six Republican Representatives and two Democrats. This conservative slant magnified and repeated in the State Congress, firmly under the control of the ‘Republican’ party. ‘Democrats’ occupy the executive branch, led by the Governor and Attorney General. Not by accident, Missouri’s political makeup is the same brand as that worn in Washington, DC.
Once upon a time, that similarity would have been a sign attributed to a healthy republic. The Federal Government should echo the pulse that beats in America’s Heartland. The central government should reflect the mood and mindset of the people it serves. But we live in the age of the New Republic and it has no interest in honoring Midwest values. Instead, the New Republic sees the ‘fly over states’ and their wayS of life as obstacles on a road ripe for exploitation.
As natives know, a tour of the Show-Me State is like flipping pages in a treasured scrapbook. The collection of images from around the state can be viewed as a living history of the once Great Midwest, America’s Heartland. The spaces between Kansas City and St. Louis are home to a patchwork quilt of communities small and large, set against vast fields and spacious pastures, rolling ranges and roaring rivers. Together, these snapshots form a uniquely American portrait, once celebrated in the art of Norman Rockwell in the Golden Age following World War II. Rockwell’s sincere and earnest depictions of the sweet simplicity of small town life became unofficial advertisements for the good life, the American Dream.
Today, you would be hard pressed to find Norman Rockwell in Missouri’s small towns. Now, depending on the time and day of the week, you might have trouble finding an open Post Office, much less an operating gas station.
America’s heartland is withering and dying. It is diseased by the trickle-down effects of a hand-it-over economy. Businesses that used to serve these rural communities have shuddered, casualties of a silent war. Main Streets of rural Missouri are mostly ghost towns, with empty storefronts serving as tombstones for prosperity.
Missouri was born along on the border of the Establishment on the cool banks of the Mississippi River, far from the reach of shadows cast by the hulking industrial giants of the East and South and French ports in the Gulf. Missouri was formed away from the direct influence and control of government authority, on the stoop of the American frontier. Those who first settled here, did so with a collective thumb of the nose at the thought of living under the yoke of the system as another cog in someone else’s machine.
Missouri became a state in 1820 as part of an agreement on slave labor that would become known as the Missouri Compromise. The Missouri Compromise laid out new regulations for slave ownership, restrictions which did not apply in newly minted Missouri. The state’s birth certificate, in the document bearing its name defined a border between North and South that would come to eviscerate the country in the Civil War.
Rich fertile dirt and unforgiving red clay were plowed with equal enthusiasm by Missouri’s early pioneers and a constellation of communities grew on the isolation of Missouri’s wilderness and prairies. These townships sprouted from seeds planted according to a moral compass in rows shaped by shared challenges, backgrounds and beliefs.
If the United States is the ‘great melting pot’, then Missouri provides the very best ingredients, the proverbial ‘meat and potatoes’ of our unique American Stew.
‘The Show-Me State’ is simple nickname, although it speaks volumes about who Missourians are. The families, friends and neighbors that make up Missouri’s cities, towns and communities are fruits of the same field, grown on common ground. Natives exchange quick waves of acknowledgement randomly, the secret handshake that represents Heartland values. We are friendly by nature and don’t consider that a weakness. Simple values.
Do unto others and all that…
Simple doesn’t mean stupid however. Far from it.
The nickname for Missouri is The Show Me State. There are several stories concerning the origin of the “show me” slogan. The most widely known story gives credit to Missouri’s U.S. Congressman Willard Duncan Vandiver for coining the phrase in 1899. During a speech in Philadelphia, he said:
“I come from a state that raises corn and cotton and cockleburs and Democrats, and frothy eloquence neither convinces nor satisfies me. I am from Missouri. You have got to show me.”
The phrase is now used to describe the character of Missourians – not gullible – conservative and unwilling to believe without adequate evidence.
Meat and potatoes. Missourians know this is the foundation for any good stew. It’s not complicated.
The state’s nickname is the embodiment of what it means to be from the ‘Show Me State’. We don’t fool easily. Missourians are used to abrupt changes in the weather. After all, the state borders (naturally) infamous ‘Tornado Alley’. A common phrase can be heard across the state, uttered in the native language of understanding:
“If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes. It’ll change.”
Missourians are products of the gardens they are planted in. The weather here changes, sometimes without calling ahead and making an appointment. Generations of farmers have toiled this ground. We can read the signs and are savvy enough to understand them. It’s not that complicated.
We know when bad weather is heading our direction and have the good sense to take shelter when necessary. Missourians don’t need outside interpretations of what is plain for us to see. We don’t have to rely on the best guesses of today’s digitally enhanced fortune tellers, thank you kindly. Save the sales pitch for someone in the market for it. Besides, folks from the ‘Show Me State’ recognize horse shit when we smell it. It’s not that complicated.
Missourians have developed a shrewd eye for the truth. Missouri became a state because of a border. From its birth in a border, Missouri has had borders on all fronts at all times. Always on the border, never in a camp, Missourians have relied on their keen sense of skepticism and the steady hand of conscience to guide them to their own conclusions. This mentality comes from being, quite literally, the center of the bullseye.
‘The buck stops here.’ This phrase was made famous by former President and Missourian Harry S. Truman, who displayed it on his desk in the Oval Office. Accountability and responsibility. Simple principals proudly displayed by a ‘Show Me State’ leader. It wasn’t complicated.
With openness and honesty, accountability and responsibility will naturally follow. The simplest of formulas, made from common denominators taken from values every Missourian holds dear to provide the common sense solution to any problem.
Give me the truth, present the facts and solve the problem.
It’s not that complicated.
Meat and potatoes.
Don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining.
Without the meat and potatoes, you can’t have an American Stew. If truth and honesty, accountability and responsibility aren’t ingredients in the mix, the result is bland assembly line gruel, tasteless and utterly unsatisfying.
‘Show Me’ the facts and action will follow.
The Show Me State, was a nickname chosen to proclaim the willingness to question authority and the company line. Missourians would rather not take your word for things.
Missouri has been in the crosshairs for decades. Missourians live in the heart of America. They rely on common sense and a clean conscience. They have a low tolerance for bullshit.
In the twisted reflection of the Funhouse Mirror, that way of life, that way of thinking, those values, are Enemies of the State.
During the ongoing investigation, ‘Child Trafficking and Missouri Schools’, we have reported the case of the Lagares family. Their story, and the insidious plot that has been orchestrated to rip Kyle and Nicole Lagares from a loving home, has been well documented. The collusion between the Lebanon school district, the Department of Family Services and the 26th Judicial Circuit would be unbelievable, if it weren’t for the thorough and careful documentation the Lagares family has collected throughout this saga.
Thankfully, for parents across the state of Missouri and the country, this documentation DOES exist and it stands as ironclad proof of the multiple crimes that have been committed against this family. What you are about to read is not just their story. It is our story, as every parent across the state of Missouri now is facing the very real, very clear and present danger these agencies, acting in collusion, represent.
The case of Brandon Ellingson is a twisted reflection of this condition.
Following a questionable stop by MSHP Trooper and Versailles school board member Tony Piercy, Brandon was taken into custody on suspicion of drinking while piloting a boat. His hands were cuffed behind his back. A life jacket was stuffed over his head. Piercy hit the throttle and the Donzi sped off into the rough water.
This was the last time Brandon’s friends would see him alive.
Controversy swirls around the ‘investigation’ into Brandon’s drowning, the motivations that led to his arrest and the decision not to press charges against the man responsible for killing him. The disturbing questions surrounding Brandon’s death are mirror images of those being asked in the Lagares case. So too, are the efforts to protect the system at all costs.
These unanswered questions are a solitary common thread in the web that links the cases of the Lagares children and Brandon Ellingson. There are many, many more.
For residents of the Show Me State, skepticism is an inherent trait. A disturbing pattern of wickedness and deceit has emerged from the shadows.
The maniacal eyes of a thousand hungry predators, lurking just outside their door.
MISSOURI HORROR STORY PART TWO: THE GREAT AND SECRET SHOW