Tungston soon joins forces with a gifted French proctologist, Soapy Newlo, and learns that the late fat white guy was involved in the Priory of Neocons—an actual secret society whose members now control the White House. The fat dad guy (also known as the Late flatulent git) has sacrificed his life to protect the Priory's most sacred secrets: the former association with (and nurturing of) OBL, the prior knowledge of the nonexistence of WMDs in Iraq and the no 'real' impending threat due to the nuclear enrichment in Iran.
In a hopeless race through Kabul, Baghdad, and beyond, Tungston and Newlo match wits, scratch heads and brush elbows with the faceless powerbrokers who appear to work for Opus Dim—a clandestine, sect of Washington Lobbyists who represent the global elitists who have long tried to seize the Priory's secrets in order to safeguard its secrecy . The Opus believes that the Priory is turning out be a bunch of clueless fascists who can't seem to plug the endless leaks on their massive screw ups all around the world, (including the ones in their pants).. Unless Tungston and Newlo can figure out the truth amongst the labyrinth of planned mainstream news propaganda, the Priory's secrets—and a stunning historical truth (about 9-11)—will remain hidden forever.
In an exhilarating blend of monotonous drivel, gutless wonderment, and frustrating tripe, Dilbert Tungston continues to bore the living crap out of the reader by not being able to see the truth even though it is right in front of him, most of the time. THE DEMENTIA CODE heralds the arrival of a new breed of light-headed, unintelligent thriller…surprisingly dull at every turn, and in the end, totally predictable…right up to its foregone conclusion.-----
Inspired by and satirized from DA VINCI CODE (for cathartic purposes only).