By Nigel J. Covington III
<National Report> The Rave culture originated in Chicago during the late 1980s when the drug of choice was LSD, and “cornholein’-music” was popular with gays and ravers who enjoyed the deviant sounds of major league homo-bands like Queen, KISS and Flock of Seagull Shit.
By the mid 1990s the rave scene had all but died out, but the rave community got its second passing wind with the introduction of EDM, or “Electronic Devil Music,” and the new designer drug Ecstasy, also known as ‘E’ which became all the rage with the kids.
Devil music includes a number of satanic genres including, house, trance, techno, drum and bass; and by far the worst is dubstep. EDM is mostly instrumental; lacking a vocalist makes EDM faceless, soulless tripe. In spite of its obvious musical failures the rave scene in its own right has done well exploiting its fan base of predominantly pre-teens, and high school-ers mostly by introducing young children to mind-altering drugs like Ecstasy which are said to make the music sound desirable to listeners.
Back in April I received an email from a subscriber using the screen-name “daisy-assplug666″ who claimed her two teen children had been lured into the local rave scene last year by older kids. For the past 6 months she claims her oldest boy, 16, and her daughter, 11 years-old, have been behaving in a bizarre manner citing the fact that both had quit fighting and bickering with the other.
She has been greatly concerned ever since they started “getting along” and enjoying each others company for the first time in their lives. Daisy-assplug666 confided in me that she heard through the raver grapevine that older raver kids known to be committed devil worshippers had dosed her kids with ‘E’ one night when they knew she was blasted out of her gourd drunk.
She said her kids were then forced to make several incest porn videos where they engaged in “unspeakable and unholy acts” with a common garden gnome and several household appliances. Copies of the video she was told, are being sold or traded for marijuana to underground ravers all over the country, and to the filthy sex-addicted Japanese to raise capital for the RU (Rave Underground.)
I contacted a source in the FBI and learned the government has an active investigation open on the RU. My friend agreed to met me later and he’d get me any documentation he could on the “cult,” as he called it. The next day we met for lunch and he said the RU is based in Los Angeles in the Hollywood area and is suspected of manufacturing and distributing the street drug Ecstasy.
In essence I learned the RU has thousands of “rave crews” throughout the U.S. and most of the local crews are run by convicted pedophiles and ex-cons, all using the cover story they’re music promoters and agents.
Then I was handed a large envelope, my contact stood up and said, “Read this. You’re dealing with a huge subversive organization that’s deeply rooted in most every major U.S. city, extending into the suburbs, and into the heartland buddy. We have information from two former-ravers who defected claiming the psychotic effects of EDM are responsible for hundreds, perhaps thousands of recent rave and Flash-mob attacks across the country. And get this, the RU is huge with the poor, you know people living off the grid in ghettos, squats and ‘Obamavilles,’ (homeless camps and shanty-towns) across America… watch your ass.” Then he walked away.
Its times like this when my journalistic integrity and commitment to our readers is challenged. Yet in spite of that wrenching feeling in my gut telling me to walk away, I knew our readers like daisy-assplug666, the mother of two must come first.
If I hoped to get the evidence I needed to bring these felons down I’d have to do it in America’s largest shithole, Hollywood, California. Somehow I’d have to ingratiate myself into the massive L.A. rave scene.
But luckily I knew someone, a man who knows every player and skank working the strip, someone who is friends with the real who’s who of Hollywood, the man who keeps a tight grip on the throbbing pulse of the local high school scene… a man who can hook up your sickest fantasies, get you the best drugs on the street, and schedule your little girl’s next back alley coat-hanger abortion.
And that man is the National Report’s own human enigma and Hollywood insider, senior journalist Manfred Peregrine. Look for the conclusion of this investigative report soon in the National Report.
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