The Ghost of Marilyn Monroe visits the kids at Van Nuys HS
In the grand theater of 2026 California, where histories unfold not in marble halls but in the fluorescent-lit corridors of public ambition, the Bard, Louis XX, steps forward to narrate, third person and unsparing, the quiet comedies of human frailty.
Mr. Strassner appeared a jolly fellow, the sort whose laugh might once have warmed a hearth or lightened a dull assembly, like a well-fed squirrel in a Regency drawing-room, ruddy with bonhominess.
Yet beneath that convivial veneer stirred deeper currents. In the end, desperation, that sly serpent in the garden of the soul, coaxed him into an incident most revealing. In the hallowed yet haunted precincts of a high school, temple of young minds and civic catechism, he lent his voice to a false narrative, a gossamer web spun about a certain Teacher. This was no ordinary pedagogue, but the Teacher: present in the classroom’s bright arena and yet ever the unseen watcher, attuned to every fleeting thought that glided, silvered and treacherous, through the shadowed chambers of Mr. Strassner’s mind.
A character written for the stage, whose private traumas bloomed like dark roses, driving poor choices that would, in their unraveling, lay bare the deeper truths of the Los Angeles Unified School District, an empire of desks and dreams, where ideals too often curdle into convenient fictions.
And then there was Kelly Gonez, whose story intertwined like ivy upon ambition’s trellis. Her choices hung upon an economic precipice: the specter of her husband’s position at that leafy LAUSD vendor, treepeople.org, threatened to wither should she dare champion the truthful chronicle of one Louis A. De Barraicua.
Her true creed was materialism, sleek and modern as polished marble, attending church with the grace of habit, yet viewing God not as the austere sovereign of Truth, but as a distant patron whose favor might be negotiated. She believed, with a pragmatist’s quiet devotion, in playing her appointed role upon the community stage, poised to ascend to the next glittering rung—perhaps city council, that modern Olympus of influence.
There she would face her trial by fire. But the divine order, in its patient and implacable wisdom, withholds such elevation from those who cannot recognize Truth when it stands before them. God, it seems, does not promote souls still chained to illusion. Only by releasing the children from this Temple of Doom, a labyrinth of institutional shadows where young spirits are too often offered up to expediency, could she hope to step forward into light.
Thus the Bard observes, with Austenian amusement and contemporary delight: how the smallest tremors of fear and desire can ripple into revelations, and how even the most polished performances must eventually yield to the quiet, inexorable light of reality.
Kelly Gonez - God’s wrath is Truth - if you’re curious about what is happening to the children in your district - please let Inspector General know to contact Louis A. De Barraicua - a teacher was so wronged, that when you right him - you will see the R E A L I T Y that will allow you to stand closer to TRUTH.
GOD is TRUTH.