AMERICAN FANS, JOIN THE
FIGHT
AGAINST EPE IN THE STATES!
I am getting more and more
emails from Elvis fans, fan clubs and dealers in America asking for my help
and advice about fighting EPE. Fans, promoters, fan clubs, family and
friends have had enough and are getting more and more angry over the abuses
of EPE who are harassing, nasty and vindictive. There is a complete Elvis
monopoly in the States and EPE continually abuse their monopoly position and
make legal claims over the use of Elvis' name which are unfounded and can be
challenged in the US Courts. If Bill Gates of Microsoft was sued over his
monopoly why shouldn't EPE be challenged over their monopoly of everything
'Elvis' in America? Elvisly Yours is the only Elvis organization to take on
and defeat Elvis Presley Enterprises in the Courts and what we did in the UK
can be repeated in America.
I have had fans willing to write
to their legislators in Congress and the Senate, contact the local and
national media and unite together to fight EPE. It needs total commitment,
hard work, guts, teamwork and it would help to have friendly anti-trust and
trade mark lawyers sympathetic to the cause for the fight ahead.
I would be happy to act as a
catalyst and mentor to help fans and fan clubs unite Elvis fans in America
who really love Elvis and do NOT care about getting invited to the
President's Lunch by EPE during Elvis Week. But, it is the dedicated
American fans who must take this battle to them. I cannot fight the battle
for you. Regard it as a Revolutionary "War of Elvis
Independence".
In my battles with EPE in the US
and UK I was inspired by a story written by Sherry Daniels of California
that although a fantasy highlights the evil of EPE and the goodness of one
dedicated fan who wanted the legacy of Elvis to continue for future
generations...it is called "Setting the Eagle Free"....
SETTING THE
EAGLE FREE
by Sherry
Daniel
Although
there was nothing as far as the eye could see but hard, dry ground, the
white-haired old man often sat and surveyed everything through misty eyes.
He sat alone, all others having deserted the barren terrain. Those that did
wander through snickered and pointed at the crazy fool who perpetually kept
a glimmer of a smile on his lips. He was so ancient that no one was alive to
even remember who he was.
Quat,
although only 4 years old, had an inquisitive mind that was never satisfied
until he thought he had the answers to the universe. His parents were forced
to cross the dry land on their way from Yak to Yook, but they never were
able to answer Quat’s questions about the old man. Quat lay awake nights
wondering who this person was, and why he always seemed to be so at peace
with such a desolate place. He would -yes, he must! -set off in the dark of
night while his parents slept. Quat would not be satisfied until he talked
to this strange old man.
It
was not a hard journey, nor particularly long, for Quat had the stamina of
10 adults. He approached the stranger and gently poked him with his finger.
"Excuse me, Sir. But I've been wondering- just who are you, and why do
you sit here day and night? The people from Yak and the villagers from Yook
all say you're crazy, you know”
Slowly
he turned his head to admire the inquisitive lad and spoke, "Everyone
always thought I was crazy!" He laughed as though remembering some
magnificent joke he had once played on the world. "Yep' - everyone
except the Woggles, that is."
"Well,
what is a Woggle?" the boy demanded. "You don’t make any sense.
Are you really crazy?"
Slowly
reaching out his weathered hand to stroke the young man's curls, he thought
it was mighty nice to have someone to talk to again. "In the halcyon
days before the Momus people arrived upon the earth, the Woggles inhabited
their land of innocence. They were not mighty warriors like the people from
Yak, or crafty businessmen like the people of Yook. Nor did they have any
desire to be like anyone else. All day long they worked in their lush
gardens, and all night long they sang. The Woggles were my people, you know.
I was one of them."
Quat
put his hands to his hips and pooched his lips. "I think you're trying
to trick me, Sir. No one ever mentions a Woggle. And what the heck are the
Momus?"
The
old man’s smile turned to sadness. "You're lucky you never heard of
the Momus." He looked into the boy's eyes and knew no small answer
would brush him aside. "Son, the Momus were bad people. They migrated
from other parts of the earth to live among the good land of the Woggles.
The Woggles, being loving and innocent as they were, allowed the Momus to
settle on their land. "You see, we got along fine as long as Medallion
lived. He always managed to find some good in even the worst people."
Quat
kicked at the crusted earth with his foot. "And were these the worst
people? Mommy says you must always look for the good in people. Mommy says
that her father and his father before him and his father before him said
that there is always some good in people, if you look hard enough. I mean,
who was this Medallion anyway?"
His
sadness reverted back to that knowing little smile, for the old man saw
himself when he looked into the little boy's face. "Your mother must be
a wonderful person." And when the child’s crooked smile gave way to a
short breath of a laugh, he felt he was looking at a reflection in the
waters of thousands of years. "When Medallion was a young man like
yourself, his mother taught him to put others first. He knew how much he
loved his mother for always thinking of others before herself, and he lived
his life as a mirror image others. Whatever he grew on his land, he gave
away until everyone else was fed-only then, would he take for himself from
the leftovers. And because he was such a giving person, the other Woggles
tried to give him as much as he had given them. It became a giving contest
to see who could spread the most love. "Unfortunately, the Momus never
understood that way of thinking. They were the first in line to do the
taking when Medallion was doing the giving. They never gave anything back.
Much to his sadness, Medallion found himself no longer giving from his
heart. He began giving because the Momus began demanding, and his mother had
always taught him he should refuse no one.
"Day
and night they hounded Medallion, They ate his food, slept in his bed and
used his friends for their own selfish purposes, Medallion's heart began to
break.
"No
one is exactly sure what happened to Medallion, Some say he simply ran away
and hid in the hills, Most say he died - killed by the Momus,
"After
Medallion's disappearance, the Momus mounted white steeds and treated the
Woggles like serfs, They looted our homes, raided our fields, and
continually told us that we were an inferior race of people, "We cried
a thousand years for Medallion, for he was greatly loved, In our grief, the
Woggles tried to call Medallion back, They sang songs for him, and lit
candles at night for Medallion to find his way home. Many people claimed
they had seen him hiding in the caves beyond-but none of the sightings were
ever proven, The more we cried, the worst the Momus became. They were
afraid, you see-afraid that innocence would fall from the eyes of the
Woggles."
Little
Quat tugged at the man's arm, "Excuse me, Sir. But exactly how many
Momus were there?"
"Less
than a dozen." And he waited for the lad's reaction.
"Less
then a dozen?" The boy thought for a moment, "Well, then, I
suppose there were only two or three Woggles." For the first time in
centuries, the ancient blue eyes twinkled.
"There
were multitudes of Woggles. More than anyone was ever able to count."
Now
Quat was really confused. "Sir, I believe you're telling me silly
tales. More Woggles than anyone could even count, and they allowed
themselves to be pushed around by less than a dozen Momus? That's the
dumbest thing I ever heard"' The aged man sat there thinking "from
the mouths of babes, .." Even a child could see what the Woggles would
not, "Yes, m’boy, it was dumb. Dumb blindness." He gave a sigh
of despair.
"With
each year, the Momus made new laws, Laws against singing, Laws against
laughing, Laws against gathering in each other's homes. The land was still
beautiful then, But inside the hearts of everyone was sadness and ugliness.
"A jester rose up among the Woggles and began to tell the people that
laughter would be so offensive to the ears of the Momus that they would flee
the land. There's nothing a Momus hates more than happiness."
The
boy interrupted, "But, Sir. ..laughing is fine. It just seems to me
that it would have been easier to take brooms and whack the Momus off the
land." "1 know, m'boy. I know. But the Woggles never seemed to see
that, "The Momus became afraid. The crueller they were, the more the
Woggles laughed.
A
meeting was held inside Medallion's old home, and the Momus decided they had
the answer to this rebellion of laughter, If they burned the land to the
ground, there would be nothing to laugh about. They torched and burned and
destroyed until there was nothing left but what you see today, "With no
land to sustain them, the Woggles soon disappeared, With no Woggles to
exploit, the Momus soon died off."
Cocking
his head, Quat remarked, "But you 're still here." "My spirit
is shackled to this land until find my rightful heir- the one who can
understand how beautiful it all was, and how beautiful it could be again
with a little love and a little wisdom, M'boy, look out over the land and
tell me what you see."
Quat
pivoted and, at first, saw nothing but dry land. Rain started to fall and
soak the soil, Then he began to see the flowers coming up out of the ground.
Laughter -at first faint, and then louder and more joyful. From the midst of
a rainbow a magnificent eagle soared and made a swooping pass at Quat.
Dropping some- thing from its talons, it then darted towards the heavens and
out of sight.
"Sir!
Sir' ..." Quat was so excited, and turned to speak. But his new friend
was no longer there, At his feet lay the object dropped by the eagle. Quat
plucked it up and turned it in his small hand. It appeared to be a very
ancient, medallion, and there were three letters on it: "TCB".
Quat
gleefully shouted towards the heavens, "Yes, I do understand,
Medallion! I do, I do!" He slipped the medallion into his pocket and
ran off in search of Woggles.
