Elks - Too Hot for Public Access TV
in which we stumble upon the truth
The story, as far as I heard it, was this: Pop is taking a class at the community college that will eventually give him the ability to edit things at the Public Access TV studios and borrow equipment. And also show things on the air, maybe. For the group project, his group has to film a short PSA. As one of his comrades is an Elk, the PSA is going to be about the Elks. Easy.
At least, you'd think so. Nobody knows anything about the Elks. Pop can't get any PR pamphlets, their webpages are dens of bitrot and "under construction" .GIFs, and his Elk friend just joined so he could use the auditorium and is either very well sworn to secrecy or very poorly indoctrinated.
Do the Elks have to hold any specific beliefs? Are there oaths and rituals? Are they dominating countries, pulling strings, puttering about on the Great Work, meditating on the Light, scribing Hermetic hexagrams with or playing pool in the club lounge? Do they have outfits? Nobody knows. All we know is that they allow women and they have a nice building.
The scary thing is that nobody cares, either. The Masons are incredibly open about their secret rituals (or at least, they claim to be....) and even the most reality-based people still dimly suspect them of drawing the black curtains and cracking open a fresh baby come Walpurgisnacht.
The Elks give next to no information to the public, and yet are ignored almost entirely in the annals of conspiracy research, often cited as "you might as well suspect your local Elks Club!" It's interesting that a lot of people who were members of various flavors of Freemasons are also Elks members - perhaps we've been looking at the wrong common thread....
But I digress. Elks= harmless, slightly-less-sexist geezers in a town near you. Pop and I wrote a shot-in-the-dark PSA poking fun at the benign image of the Elks vs. the sinister one of other secret societies, thinking that it might at best attract some more young blood to the Elks, at worst be ignored.
It was shot down immediately, but Pop wasn't given any more specific guidelines, suggestions or things to avoid. In this innocuous jape, we have gotten too close to the truth about the Elks. Before the ninjas close in on stately Xanadu, I give you the Truth about the BPOE!
Guess which parts I wrote:
(Music. Long shots/beauty shots of Ashland)
Especially the Shakespeare Festival.
VOICEOVER (slowly): Ashland, Oregon. A quiet community. A *peaceful* community. Little does the man on the street suspect that within this sleepy village there are--------ELKS.
Can you put text on the screen here? It should be all caps, huge and bold, and perhaps say "ELKS: THREAT OR MENACE?" Or "ASHLAND: THE ELK
STOPS HERE."
(Music stops. Static man on the street shot)
OFF-SCREEN INTERVIEWER: What do you know about the Elks?
MAN ON THE STREET #1: (shrug)
(cut)
INTERVIEWER: Have you heard about the Elks?
MAN ON THE STREET #1.5: (still walking by) (makes the universal "I don't have any change" gesture, doesn't make eye contact.)
INTERVIEWER: Did you know there are Elks living in Ashland?
MAN ON THE STREET #2: How nice.
(cut)
INTERVIEWER: How do you feel about the Elks?
MAN ON THE STREET #3: Do you mean the animals, or the creepy guys with the antlers and the secret rituals?
(Quick cut--almost subliminal--to antlered, robed, wild-eyed shaman framed by flames)
INTERVIEWER: The creepy guys.
(Editing pace quickens--now man on the street interviews while walking, then running)
INTERVIEWER: What should we do about the Elks?
MAN ON THE STREET #4: (drunk?) I SAY SHOOTING'S TOO GOOD FER 'EM!
(cut)
INTERVIEWER: What are you going to do about the Elk conspiracy?
MAN ON THE STREET #5: (Running) I'm moving back to California!
MAN ON THE STREET #4: (walking after him) GOOD RIDDANCE! (throws bottle/can)
(Music resumes. Cut to montage of Elk lodge)
[CUT to a study/den/waterstained basement. INTERVIEWER is now on camera, with wild, staring eyes but an otherwise calm demeanor. Ideally smoking or Queeging. Appropriate words have the hell emphasized out of them, almost spat out. Also, finger quotes. At major points, a cut to the other side of the INTERVIEWER so he can turn around suddenly would be good for emphasis, especially if the camera then zooms in.]
INTERVIEWER:
Since the dawn of civilization, "esoteric" organizations have manipulated society from behind a veil of deception. Their motives and actions are hidden from Joe and Jane Six-pack, who go through their day-to-day life unaware! of the mysterious brotherhood pulling their strings.
Even the more astute among the herd, often referred to as "conspiracy nuts" [he looks a little bitter about this], are thrown off the scent of this sinister organization by a red herring of their own manufacture: the Masons. Don't be fooled! The Illuminati don't carry a trowel;
[zoom to CLOSE-UP]
INTERVIEWER:
they. wear. horns.
[a moment of silence for emphasis, ruined halfway through by an ill-thought-out "they have horns" hand gesture, sort of like the Antler
Dance.]
INTERVIEWER:
No, it's not the Moose! [amused] The Moose lodge had enough trouble instituting the universal price code -- even with the help of the Antichrist [or "the preserved brain of Joe Stalin"]! The real Secret Masters are the ELKS, their hideous intent squatting within a smokescreen of public service and charity work!
[takes out a dollar bill]
INTERVIEWER:
The pyramid on the back of the U.S. dollar bill has been alleged to be a Masonic symbol, and at first glance it _is_. But look closer!
[PAN as the INTERVIEWER walks to an easel with an enlargement of the back of a dollar bill, maybe just the center bit. It has elk horns very obviously drawn on it in black wide-tip Sharpie (or green if the enlargement is in color). The INTERVIEWER points to/outlines the horns with the universal "you do see it, don't you" gesture.]
Similarly, many of our Founding Fathers were not Masons, but Elks!
[As INTERVIEWER mentions them, CUT to pictures of the appropriate historical figures, very obviously from the encyclopedia (text in the frame as well) with cut out photographic elk horns stuck on them.
Ideally the same set of horns.]
INTERVIEWER [VO]:
Paul Revere!
Benjamin Franklin!
George Washington! [horns are stuck on a dollar and go over the edge]
Sam Houston! [perhaps the horns are stuck on a beverage label. Or are
3-d and stuck on the bottle itself.]
Bob Dole!
[CUT back to the original set.]
INTERVIEWER:
The Elks, while painting themselves as philanthropists and heroes, have had their tendrils [beat] _hooves_ in every machination against the free people of the world since time immemorial.
The Satanic pentagram [shows large example on easel] is only the popular corruption of the original, _far more malevolent_ symbol.
[shows the Baphomet sigil with the horns replaced with elk horns and the beard removed, maybe made more elk-like in other aspects as well. Big doe eyes, looking much less sinister than the Satanic goat.]
INTERVIEWER: [picking up the card]
In fact, if you simply replace - what's that?
[Lights flicker and then go out. We hear a struggle.]
INTERVIEWER [unseen]:
No, no! Aaagh! [straining] French-Canadian...bean...soup!
[Lights come back on. The easel (and any other set pieces) have been knocked over, and the INTERVIEWER, disheveled, lies slumped against the wall, a huge bloodstain on his chest with handmarks of the killer on the wall and expendable bits of the set. There is an elk antler stuck in his chest.]
[Credits start to roll; music comes back up as a greasy person holding a Styrofoam cup, presumably the CAMERAMAN, advances from behind the camera to check on the INTERVIEWER. The CAMERAMAN crouches, checks his pulse, shakes his head and then rifles through his pockets and takes his wallet. Standing, he goes through the wallet and walks out of the shot.]
(Music stops. Return to shot of shaman, peering through fire.)
SHAMAN: The Elks want YOU!
(Cut to graphic.)
VOICE-OVER, SOMEONE DIFFERENT: (Perky) Become one of the Secret
Masters! Decide the fate of the world over brandy and cigars, with bingo on [Saturdays!] Phone 541-482-3911 or write to elksconspiracy@mind.net!
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