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GIVEAWAY PAGE (For May, 2026) This Month's Free Song: 'orrible Invaders From Outer Space (Copyright April 2026 by Charles Adrian Trevino) 
Goodbye, cruel world... oops! I meant to say: 'ello, cruel world! Didn't mean to start this webpage out with such a pessimistic statement. Also, you must excuse the cute London cockneyism; I've been listening to that evil "Mick Jagger" music again. A little bit of the devilment never fails to give one a wider perspective on life, that's how I see it! I sincerely hope that all good souls who venture onto these website premises are getting along alright... or at least somewhat alright, I should probably say. If you're hip, cool, knowledgable, and curious enough to visit chucktrevino.com, I assume that you are most likely not one of the "always doing alright" business insider gang; those guys are usually far too busy having fun stealing everything that's not nailed down and federally protected, like our beautiful national parks still are. However, with interest on the U.S. national debt now exceeding our astronomically huge annual military budget, and still rising faster than a SpaceX rocket ship or, even worse, a real, genuine, bona fide flying sorcerer... um, flying saucer I meant to say... or whatever those brilliant NASA people are blasting up into the freezing wild black yonder these days (I don't follow that brilliant flying sorcerer stuff myself much, so I really wouldn't have a clue), I would venture to say that if you're not like me (i.e., a nature lover that rarely gets to see any nature other than his own local parks), maybe you'd better make a visit to a nice national park... before one of those aforementioned "legendary insider investor" guys (who are presently making a killing off of their astute AI investments) decides he needs a bit more space surrounding his newest palatial residence, and forecloses on all of us poor, helpless, and now quite easily taken riff-raff taxpayers. What a contrast, eh? A regular, happy camper sort of person, you know, a "mother nature's son" kind of guy, juxtaposed with one of those oh so endearing artificial intelligence profiteering monsters... uh, persons, I meant to say. Although I myself would much prefer the company of the former, I understand that the percentage of real people out there is diminishing rather quickly compared to the AI types, which is leading to problems with the former finding a decent niche in the unstoppable "grand" scheme of things... or any niche at all, it would seem. But no matter that, really... because I just read that one of the latter group, a heroic subatomic string particle quark smashing type of guy, recently assured a very appreciative world that, according to his genius mathematical calculations, and owing to the ceaseless and tireless efforts of his divinely gifted AI smart fellows, no types of people, whether geek or real, should be making plans extending more than 35 years into the future, as we will all most certainly be a thing of the past by that time. If you are not hip to the cool nuclear physicistical lingo, don't worry too much... neither am I, obviously. From what I am able to make of all this, it would seem that this unstoppably looming rendevouz with Thee Apocalypse has something to do with our much beloved, brilliantly advantageous, propitiously useful, unbelievably helpful, unfathomably necessary, undeterably intrepid, job-negatingly beneficient, and totally unstoppable little buddy, AI (which can make mistakes but hopefully won't), being assigned the task of launching all of those wonderfully annihilatory ICBM nukes that our saviors keep insisting we desperately need, in order to save our souls from a fate worse than nuclear winter. Ain't life grand? If you're a nihilistic AI dumbshit, that is. Sorry about the language again! Gosh, I went from cute London cockney, to overly verbose idiocy, to crude, four-letter word vulgarity in the space of only four short paragraphs. But what can you expect from a dangerously irate menace to society who goes around threatening fine, peaceful, law-abiding, 
upstanding, harmless and innocent butt-smoking pillars of society with deadly machetes, molotavi cocktails, guns, knives, chainsaws, hand grenades,
flamethrowers and, on occasion, hand-held lasers from hell that I built in my own bedroom? You don't expect to hear pleasantly genteel French, do you? Not to worry, however;
I am told that I am now under watchful surveillance 24/7 (right, like I haven't been for at least 5 decades now). Also, to add injury
to insult, I am still quite regularly being gassed, and plied with very pleasant 5G radiation from diligent sources within (my own bedroom, that is)
and without (the stinking toxic gas is everywhere now, in case you haven't noticed; beware the hidden tanks!). All to my extreme umbrage,
I might add. But you know Charles well by now... he is never one to complain, not even about the obnoxious, irritating, debilitating, carcinogenic
second-hand cigarette smoke that all of us non-buttsmokers love so much.
What I might venture to complain about, when I'm not choking on foul-smelling gas or undulating to pleasant 5G radiation, is not being able to ply the music-loving public with my somewhat zany, but always crazily heartfelt musical compositions every month like I said I would; thusly, I end up being falsely portrayed as a big reneging, welshing liar. Me, Charles (who has never told a lie in his entire life!), being relegated to the same group of people that bring you the mainstream media news! What a miserably unjust shame. Especially when you recall that, according to our aforementioned smart mathematical friend, we don't have too many more months to "enjoy" life. Now let's do a little math of our own here... twelve months in a year, times 35 years, comes out to... um, only about 637 months that we have to live! Before the autonomous AI-oids terminate our pleasant existence. But as I always say, life is fraught with mathematically-calculated perils (such as blatantly tolerated, out of control illegal stock market insider trading). It's something you just have to learn to live with. Now about this month's free song, 'orrible Invaders From Outer Space I think I called it. What brought on this burst of sensationalistic creativity was reading in the news that our POTUS, due to increasing public demand for transparency, had recently released very confidential, top-secret documents to the public, divulging all that he knew about... well, all them 'orrible creatures from outer space! While I myself have long scoffed at such far-fetched Star Trek-Lost in Space stories, events of the past few years have prompted me to change my tune somewhat (no pun intended, really) about these intrepid, fun-loving space peoples. What prompted the public demand for more transparency regarding these 'orrible little grey men, or however they style themselves, was the recent spaceship voyage around an equally loony moon; the Artemis One I think it was called. I myself wouldn't deign to believe any of that lying sack of NASA bullpoop about how we're soon to be happily blasting off in rocket ships to go live on Mars, within the next couple of years, maybe under an artificial dome or something that would protect us from devastating solar radiation even worse than the 5G stuff that I'm constantly getting fried with... or perhaps an intrepid space traveller could just sort of hang out in his lovely high-tech spaceship, if the surrounding environment proved too inclement? I bet that spaceship on Mars would probably be more spacious (no pun intended, really) and less dangerous than my own lovely toxic gas-filled bedroom (I would certainly hope so!)... and besides, what billionaire in his right mind would want to part with all the money it would cost him, just to be the first fool to dwell on Mars? Next they'll be telling us that we're all going to live on the slightly more appealing planet Venus! What utter blasphemy; no more talk about this outer space nonsense, please! From what I've heard though, the moons of Jupiter are much more organically conducive to enjoying a great life in good old death zone outer space. In fact, I've heard some earth-shattering rumors about some 'orrible alien people-oids that are already in residence there... super advanced happy space campers, who look down upon us dumb, backwards earthlings with a considerable amount of disdain, or so the rumor goes. Could this wild, "out there" zanyness really be true? And just exactly what was in those classified top-secret files they just now de-classified, so many years after the now-famous flying sorcerer crash in Los Alamitos, or Las Vegas, or wherever it was that those uppity alien snobs crash landed? I'm not sure if I want to find out. However, having recently stated that I myself wouldn't deign to follow any of that outer space exploration bull manure, I now find myself entertaining second thoughts about such matters. I just thumbed through an interesting if somewhat unbelievable old paperback book called Genesis Revisited that I had stashed away, authored by one Zecharia Sitchin, who claimed to have deciphered ancient Sumerian texts; the book featured pictures which were made by rolling 4,500 year old inscribing cylinders on wet clay, pictures which accurately depicted planetary bodies revolving around the sun, not the earth, somewhat earlier (by a few thousand years) than the time period in which Copernicus theorized such a thing, which was sometime in the mid-1500's. These 4,500 year old pictures depicted planets that were only discovered in relatively recent times! Also he mentioned some bizarre thing about a 12th planetary body (the 10th and 11th being two satellites of Neptune called Nereid and Triton, if I understood correctly), which followed a vastly elongated elliptical orbit around the outer planets of our solar system; this "12th planet" the Sumerians said was named Nibiru, a sort of free-wheeling rogue planet which didn't respect the usually accepted laws of planetary gravitational servitude. The Sumerians related that this Nibiru was supposedly home to a bunch of super-advanced high-tech... well... geeks, who called themselves the Annunaki. According to Sitchin, this mischievously roguish planet Nibiru passes between the planets Mars and Jupiter every 36,000 years or so, and in some of those opportunistic timeframes, the so-called Annunaki (also called the Nefilim or Anakim, which are mentioned in the Hebrew Bible) came to earth to mine gold. They supposedly needed to suspend gold particles above their dwindling atmosphere to shield it from solar radiation; apparently, NASA does a similar type of gold plated thing on their spaceships today. These super-advanced beings, the Annunaki, reportedly knew how to perform amazing feats of genetic engineering, in-vitrio fertilization and the like, abilities which enabled them to create... um... well, the beings that gave rise to us! These poor guys were employed as servile gold miners, because the Annunaki's own miners mutinied due to harsh working conditions. Interestingly, gold-seeking archaeologists working for the mining Anglo American Corporation did discover ancient gold mine shafts some 50 feet deep, and ancient human habitats that indicated gold mining had been undertaken in South Africa during much of the time subsequent to 100,000 B.C.! Much other corroborating information has also been unearthed, according to Sitchin's book. Gulp. I myself am far too open-minded to readily buy into spaced-out weirdo stuff like that; I take everything that I read and hear about with the proverbial "grain of salt." I believe in a personal God that created everything (maybe even Sitchin's Annooki, or whatever those Sumerians called them); a God that knows a hell of a lot about human nature, among other things. I now wholeheartedly believe that this God listens to me when I pray to Him, and helps me get through the travails of my much put-upon life (and boy let me tell you, I really need that divine help). My God is strict yet benevolent, and is in everything... even you and I. He'll even help out one of those open-minded atheists of small faith, if He thinks that the poor guy isn't so bad. So there. Now mind you, I realize very well that this obsessive, childlike faith is hard for the skeptical atheist to swallow. It would also have earned me the derision of smart mathematical wizards such as Albert Einstein, who called such beliefs foolish, also that Oppenheimer jerk, who was so admirably instrumental in pioneering our own early nuclear weapons, 'orrible weapons of satanically sadistic mass destruction, weapons whose offspring are now threatening our very existence (with the able and beneficient assistance of some of our very intelligent AI geeks). And keep in mind that Zecharia Sitchin himself was duly denounced and run out of high-minded science boys' town for his unmitigated presumptiousness. But hell, didn't they try to tell us that structures such as the great pyramids and sphinxes were erected by rather low-tech peoples using mud ramps, or something like that? It has since been reported that ancient objects with perfectly flat surfaces, and other things that could only have been constructed using advanced machinery, have now been discovered and duly documented. So then, who the Sam Hill knows what is really going on here? Don't ask me; I'm no great scholarly think tank guy. I just like to do easy, fun things, like surfing, skateboardinge, hiking, motorcyle riding, (that was in my younger days, actually), bikeriding, listening to music, playing guitar, writing crazy "out there" songs (that nobody buys, the damn fools), watching old movies, reading Sherlock Holmes detective stories... you know, just sort of earthily messing around. The last thing that I would want to do, to be perfectly honest, would be to go spend quality time up in some scary space station; and as far as toughing it out on Mars goes, you couldn't even persuade the likes of me to rise up off of my own sedentary butt to go orbiting my own planet in a gosh-danged spaceship (watch that language, Charles!). As I said, I am a very earthy sort of person... and proud of it, dude. 
And that leads me to another question; why can't all these amazingly high-tech chemical-guy mathematical genius nuclear doomsday wonderkinds be more
like... well... me, Charles? I am that kind of affable, unassuming, easy-going, jolly good fellow who is content just riding around
on my bike collecting flowers, or feeding the birds and squirrels, or just sitting there on the beach watching the ocean and mountains or a
beautiful rainbow or sunset, simple stuff like that. I don't need to go around poking my big nose into the spacious unknown; to me, that is God's business, and
I am quite happy to just plod out my days down here on good ol' planet Earth. Or at least I was fairly happy, before I started getting regularly
hit with 5G radiation and toxic gas in what used to be my own humble place of refuge (prepare yourselves, people; whatever these sick, satanic
worms do to me, they will eventually get around to doing to you also, if they aren't already effing you. Such kind, brave, admirable, fun-loving people
we get to share a planet with!).
To make matters worse, I have made so many new enemies in my ongoing battles with the satanic forces of evil nihilism, I have offended so many people by speaking the hard-to-swallow truth so many times in my brash, swashbuckling, inimitable "damn the torpedos" style, that many people would actually relish hearing about all the cruel punishment that I am incurring on their behalf; but, that's life in the big city, as we old-timers used to say. FUN FACT: our above-mentioned Nobel Prize-winning, smart quark smashing hero, who brilliantly calculated mankind's rapidly approaching demise, recently won a $3 million Special Breakthrough Prize in Fundamental Physics, in honor of a lifetime of physics achievement. Bravo, sir; one of these days I'll figure out just exactly how genius guys like yourself are helping me so much with your achievements; I must admit, I haven't been able to figure that one out yet. Well, let's get on with the business at hand... after a few more harmless insightful jests. As you can readily guess, I am definitely not one to "open fire" on any strange looking aliens that might happen to crash land in my backyard; for one thing, they couldn't possibly be as bad as 
the big pharma demons, or the unbelievably ignoble and greedy big tobacco demons, or the war-instigating banker demons, or the toxin-spreading
"chemical guys," or the nose-up-your-asshole surveillance creeps, or, last but definitely not least... the ridiculous jackass scumbags that run our
excellent entertainment industry (anybody need a nice cigarette smoker blowing huge clouds of their stinkingly disgusting toxic fart-gas
at you? Or would you prefer to listen to a nice rapper or punk rocker... or how about another guns and roses supergroup? Sheeeit, give
me a break assholes). What did I ever do to deserve all of this...
And, for two thing, if these little gray men (actually I don't know what they might look like; perhaps anything they want to!) are so high-falutingly advanced, wouldn't we be better off taking a more conciliatory approach to their visitations? It might help matters somewhat. But hell, what do I know? I'm just another quixotic pacifistic dreamer! Maybe we would be better off trying to "pre-emptively" nuke the hell out of them, before they steal our gold! But somehow, I don't think that would be a very good idea. As the old saying goes, you get more with sugar than with salt. Nevertheless! This, my latest free song, is fraught with faux synthesizer tones and wild-ass guitar riffs which musically describe a fierce battle, between 'orrible space peoples and some of our own planet's more able-bodied (able-minded? hmmmm...) high-tech warriors of mass destruction. It starts off rather peacefully, then builds up to an excitingly murderous and mass-destructive culmination until, at the very end of the song, some far superior and heavily fed-up supreme divinity puts an end to everything, and everybody... then wanders away to some far-off corner of the universe, to go relax and watch a movie or something. As I said, my music is way, way out there! So long for now... stay tuned for more exciting episodes of chucktrevino.com. If the powers-that-be deign to permit it, that is. Click the link below to download your free song: 'orrible Invaders From Outer Space Click here to go back to Index The song, 'orrible Invaders From Outer Space Copyright April 2026 by Charles Adrian Trevino. Text Copyright May 2026 by Charles Adrian Trevino. Please remember! We've only got 35 years (if even that) before who knows what! Spend your time wisely. This is chucktrevino.com. |