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GIVEAWAY PAGE (For November 2025) This Month's Free Song: 
Turmoil (Copyright November 2025 by Charles Adrian Trevino) _________________ Hi there, fellow victim/suckers of the wicked world! Jeez, what a way to start a webpage... let me try that again. Salutations, fellow survivors of the evil satanic campaign to destroy peace, prosperity, longevity, sanity, and Christianity! If you have survived, that is. Glad to know that you're still well enough to read this latest posting of the now-infamous chucktrevino.com Monthly Free Song Giveaway Page for the month of November. Sorry about missing October, but if you've been here before you know the usual spiel about getting gassed, 5G'ed, and whatever other torture some sorry, soul-selling lunatic (who's got tons of stolen/inherited gold-bucks and lots of spare time on its hands) decides to hit me with, whether I'm out on the street or just sitting in what used to be the security and privacy of my own little tiny home, within which lonely vacuums I spend most of my not-so-great time... Um, yes, as I was saying, this free song is appropriately titled "Turmoil" (Copyright November 2025 by Charles Adrian Trevino), because the "soul in torment" guitar solos reflect my own current and ongoing mental state of frantic bewilderment. And as always, it is yours for the clicking, absolutely and positively freeeeeeeeee of any charge whatsoever!! Or, to put it less exuberantly: it's on the house. All I ask is that you take the time to read this narrative, and (maybe) glean something useful, helpful and edifying from it... if you can figure out what the hell I'm hysterically yapping about this time around. However, this time around I think that I'll just dispense with the depressing rhetoric that usually accompanies my song giveaways, and concentrate on the good news: more and more people are waking up! And becoming more aware of the dire situation that is now unfolding in front of our very eyes, in broad daylight; the seemingly unstoppable, shameful, blind, crazy, irresponsible headlong flight into a destiny which no natural born, subsistence level hunter-gatherer would ever dream might manifest, in the darkest corners of the worst nightmares that could ever plague his poor, anxious, but blissfully unsophisticated mind... Aw, damn me, I'm doing it again; confusing and depressing everybody! Sorry, it just seems to happen every time I sit down to whip up another quick narrative. Ok, let's try again in a more positive vein... 'Ello there, ducky! How're y'all doin' out there? I hope not as bad as I'm doing... You see, I got this bad, bad feeling... Oh, damn me to hell, I just did it again... I can't seem to stop my whining! And with good reason; my sad troubles just never seem to end. My only consolation is that I see that I am actually pretty damn lucky, compared to a helluva' lot of other people that I've been reading about in the news. And the things that I observe in the occasional newsreel video that I hate to watch! People in Gaza walking down a city street looking pensive and anxious, and behind them you see the top three stories of what used to be a highrise building getting blown to rubble, and they're just taking it all in like it's a normal everyday occurence or something. My sympathy goes out especially to those "of the tender years"... I understand that many of you younger people out there aren't feeling so great about your future prospects, either. Can't say that I blame you. What I always tell myself when I get really bummed out is, "hey, this isn't supposed to be heaven, you know Charles?" It helps enormously when I view the lunacy of this turbulent (but still aesthetically beautiful) world as something more like a prerequisite trial; a grueling (for me, anyway) test of my faith, patience, and stamina, through subjection to (not so) unendurable suffering and (hedonistic lowlife) temptation, you understand... all (not so) cheefully borne in order that I might gain admission to a not that creepy "after" world, after I "kick the bucket," as they used to say in the better days. Wow, a new life in a better world! Another chance to find true happiness and fulfillment! What a good reason to resist all of that hedonistic lowlife temptation, eh? And just exactly what would make my pleasantly nice after-life so pleasantly nice? Well, it could be just an overall optimistic feeling, like something a person of strong faith might experience after studying hard, learning a lot, graduating from a sort of lifelong university, and landing a rather fine job, a challenging job, yes... perhaps... well... but of course! A gratifyingly fulfilling, very rewarding job, yes! Full of purposeful meaning, and reeking of nobility! If nobility can reek, that is. And always keep this truism in mind: nobility of character is the only true aristocracy... so I'd be, like, an aristocrat in my next life! How utterly scandalous... Did I just say that I wanted a challenging job/life? Oh dear me, yes. That would be, of course, if there were no AI chatbox this or robo-cheatbox that, and no DEI crap to help me cheat my way into a position that I wasn't at all worthy of having, and which might enable me to really screw things up bigtime for the noble society around me, a splendid society which would not be deserving of such a transgression. But that consideration would depend, really, on whether or not that noble society was also using some AI shatbox (or whatever) to secure their undeserved positions... however if they were, they wouldn't actually be there in that nobly excellent world, would they? According to God's selective process, they'd all be in some other world, some cheating, thieving, maliciously evil world that they deserve to be in, the dirty no good cheating sinning bastards. Expounding briefly on all of that above-mentioned wacko, woke, high-tech liberal stuff... if you are a person of a more seasoned perspective (i.e., if you're an old-timer like me), you may be able to perceive the dangerous implications of all this mad bizarrerie (bizarre-ity? Ding dang it, where's my shatbox). I mean, suppose you're up in an airplane flying over some Devil's Triangle mysto-death zone or something; wouldn't you want a well-qualified pilot flying the thing, or would you prefer some lesser, maybe completely unqualified pilot who got his job through the machinations of some well-meaning (??), self-serving, idiot/lunatic politician, who himself is completely unqualified to do his job? Starting to get my drift? All of this liberality must come at a price... a very high price. Now, you must stop thinking that I'm some kind of mean, intolerant jerk; I'm just trying to save your life! And mine, too, don't forget that... I mean, one should by all means strive to be equitable, but dude, keep it within sane limits! If you even know what a sane limit is anymore, what with all this overly liberal, molly-coddling permissiveness that is being forced down all of our throats these days by some super-rich crazed fool from another country who is allowed to make mega, MEGA donations to PAC's and lobbyists and whatever (this should NOT be allowed!)... some "nice" guy who says he means well, but who has a checkered history of self-serving deleterious social manipulations in various victim-countries around the globe. Someone so damn worldly that he wants to destroy the world for you, whether or not you're insane, like he most certainly is. Oh hell, I said I wasn't going to depress anybody... but some things really do need to be said about all of this so-called regressive "progress," especially concerning the technology sector, and this is one of them:
And not just that, there's more lofty quotes coming from Charles! Have this one:
Do these parasitic dummies really think that they are going to get away with bestowing the above-mentioned ill-gotten prosperity and frankenstein monster longevity upon their own evil descendants, at the expense of a helpless humanity? I don't think these bigtime bloodsucking vampires were ever told that a good parasite doesn't destroy its host if it can't readily move on to another, since it does need that host to parasitically leech off. What I'm getting at here is that these nihilistic satanists are clearly just a bunch of insane dummfuxx, and crazed parasitic people generally can't build or govern a good world for themselves; they need more able "host" people to do that for them. And since they are now in the process of destroying all the good people (i.e., the sane people that try to stop their nihilistic ambitions), it seems that their little game will at some point be "up," and they will be "down for the count." I can just hear them saying, "oh no, Charles, you're wrong! We've got all the geeks making autonomous AI robots who will replace all those good people that build better societies, and so you see Charles, our little game is going to go on forever and ever Charles, ha ha ha!" Right, uh huh... these dumb-shitz are so completely retarded that they can't even see that their autonomous blade runner nexus-6000 robot servents will one day up and destroy them, without even really knowing (or caring) what they're doing, because they let some unqualified DEI beneficiary design their programs or something. Now that is what I would call "poetic justice." But now I can just hear them saying, "oh no, Charles, our geeks are learning how to program the replicants to feel guilt and remorse for their naughty little nexus-6000 errant thoughts Charles, so they won't really want to ever destroy us Charles, so there, Charles, ha ha ha!" Right, uh huh... not if some little geek programs the dumb robot to make moral value judgments, like they are right now at this very minute attempting to do, the dumb little geniuses! And then I suppose that, after having laid total waste to their immoral programmers, the very penitent killer automatons will sit down and shed big salty tears for what they've done, having been programmed to feel very guilty and remorseful, you know; psychic tortures of the damned, and all that good stuff. I tell you, it's all so _______ crazy, man. But hopefully I'll be dead by the time it gets to that point. But maybe I won't! Maybe they'll pull it off before I croak, and I'll have to sit there and watch all this insanity go down, like some hapless, scared little kid who's got his eyes glued to some horror show playing out on his ultra-high resolution monitor... but it won't be a movie, it will be real! People will be committing suicide everywhere you look, because they got jilted by some cheaply-built malfunctioning AI companion-sex toy robot. The airspace around us will be full of buzzing drones, some delivering little amazon packages to their lazy clueless purchasers, other killer drones shooting down those delivery drones (to suppress the competition, you understand), still other drones shooting down any person who even looks like they might object to this mad scenario; they'll know if you are a conscientious objector, because they'll be reading your facial expressions, and scanning your mind with some geek's new fMRI thought-reading face-recognition device that they've installed on that godforsaken little drone; and on and on, and so it goes. Sheer insanity. Or maybe they'll use your own cell phone to kill you mercifully fast with some electromagnetic pulse, or kill you more torturously slowly with some electromagnetic field, as they are now doing to me again; kind of makes me want to go back to the days of the harmless, more amiable "good to hear your voice, old friend!" landline telephones, with all of their quaint limitations. Then they couldn't spy on me using my own cell phone's neato little built-in camera, and they wouldn't know the best time to wake up my dead-tired butt with one of their middle-of-the-night text messages, asking me when (not if) I'd like to download their new Disney-Shrek-Garbage-Pail-Kid icon, so I can attach that fine piece of art to my next text message to someone... as if I'd do something that ridiculously inane! NOTE: always put your phone as far away from you as possible when you go to sleep at night... or at any time! They can make those things explode in your face if they so desire, like they did to the "terrorists" in Gaza... what fine sporting people! Actually though, I think the bigtime money-changing devils will probably be "offing" me sometime in the near future, judging from the severity of recent attacks, and I won't have to worry about displeasing them with my nice expo-zay webpages anymore, since I'll be gone. Imagine that! A world without good old Charles. Oh! I thought I said that I wasn't going to depress anyone this time around... and I just now got hit with some toxic gas again, got a little headache accordingly. So I guess I'd better quit while I'm still winning, heh-heh. Good night and sleep tight my loves, after you click the link below to download you free November song. It's another one of my "strung out" quickies; don't listen to it if you've got a weak heart, or tinnitus. Bye for now... 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