Journal #2, June 20, 2007

So, like, Johnny’s been working on a treaty to present to the riceferatu. Or properly, the Kuei-jinn. Whatever. Johnny ain’t showed it to nobody yet, except Remus, Owl and Barclay.

See, the rice-eaters are here and there ain’t a goddamn thing anyone of us can really do about that. Correction. The Nation has enough soldiers to probably wipe the fuckers out. But what happens then? They just send more of them from China, Japan and Korea. In the meantime, what happens to the Anarch Free States? They collapse. ‘Cause while we got the soldiers, we’re gonna take casualties. Serious ones. We get left so weak from a war with the dog-eaters that the Camarilla and the Sabbat roll right over us and go head to head with each other, never you mind what is left of us. ‘Cause there won’t probably be enough of us to really do a goddamn thing about the cammunists or the shovelheads waltzing into our turf, ‘cause we won’t be strong enough to contest their claims.

That was something that San Fran silver-tongued bastard Prince Booker-man said that stuck with Johnny when his oh-so-high-and-mighty descended from San Fran to come to L.A. Become powerful enough and the Camarilla can’t do anything about it. ‘Cause that’s what the Camarilla princes do; they become powerful enough that the other cammunists can’t do anything to stop them becoming prince.

So the kuei-jinn are here and here to stay. They’re up in San Fran and ain’t nobody, not even the high-and-mighty Prince Booker-man can change that. They’re down in Westminster and Garden Grove and nothing short of all out war is going to change that. They got too powerful right under our goddamn noses. The Cam can’t get rid of us and now we can’t get rid of the kuei-jinn.

Johnny just hopes that Remus, Owl and Barclay can help with that treaty and it can get done. That problem needs to get solved so we can make sure the Sabbat don’t fuckin’ ash us.