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Started by I_Kicked_Kennedy, January 02, 2011, 09:33:32 PM

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I_Kicked_Kennedy

Let it be understood that the Chtonic beast exists, tentacles and manacles extending and permeating every aspect of our seemingly conscious existence. It doesn't lurk, but rather, it mocks in the traditional sense. It stands before us: so convincing as a direct representation of our own actions, we go beyond its intended design. Whereas they only wished to fool us into watching our own shadows on the cavern wall, we've become so inverted in our thinking, we've "discerned" these as not our shadows, but true representations of ourselves.

They began by replicating indiscriminately. With only one lie at the heart of their mission "To oppress, suppress, and repress" they were dispatched to every crevice of the earth. With an endless supply of resources, thanks to exploits spilt in higher levels of a rarely forking pedigree, they danced, smiled, embraced, and spoke only as we taught them to. By learning to be human, they would revert us to primates.

I do not want to have a beer with any of them.

The doomsday device was then unleashed. They weaved a fabric of lies around the branches of history, and tangled lunacy within. They drew reference to their conspiracy as if it were the work of generations of masterminds and conquerors, always at the helm of society's lifeblood: the revered cha-ching.

Ever present was a conspiracy, but one of superstition and clunky formality that still has yet to become self-aware. It is not the aggression of a falsely-enlightened majority, but rather, a retarded chimpanzee with a hair-trigger pistol. We pacify and satiate it's demands, not for fear of the power beholdeth, but the idiocy possessed.

All the while, there were dark rooms, cloaks, daggers, secret societies, stolen software, fluttering butterflies, and pencil shavings glued to the ceiling. The ogliarchy existed, but it's power stemmed from perpetuating tales involving abilities they never had. Truth be told, had JFK removed the top in any other city, there were plenty of pissed off people ready to remove his. They never had to hypnotize Sirhan Sirhan, they merely had to plant a notebook and some eyedrops.

They've never had hundreds of strings to pull to move the marionette, they merely had to tie the thread to the appendages of the players and let them do what they always had done before.

By kicking the paranoia into overdrive, it made a truth so easily apparent to a five year old, elusive to the greatest adult minds. With the onslaught of so much information, we fail to simplify it.

We see drones bombing caves and carrying out surveillance, we know all commercial planes have autopilot, yet we want to know who was financing the cement company in a building nearby.

We complain about the funds distributed in TARP, the bonuses and vacations, and other unsavory expendatures resulting... and we ignore the fact that we can't even discern if the money ever changed hands.

We analyze every music video and television show for the nefarious messages of mind control from the powers that be, we rage against the mediums that perpetuate messages we find abhorrent, and slowly the "Power" button is used less and less and less... until we forget who holds it in the first place.

The solution to everything is simple...If I may refer to the metaphor above, we must mock the chimpanzee as it had mocked us. We stand about, with guns to our heads, pulling the trigger until the primate forgets it's the only one in possession of bullets.     
If I had a million dollars, I'd put it all in a sensible mutual fund.

dontblameyoko

ackkk...you said Sirhan Sirhan  :x
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PPBLL ~Ted Kennedy as a baby (http://beatonna.livejournal.com/116931.html)
"ty7h hg uh nmcx,m cv8t gygj jg" ~another baby

Fujikoma

Should always treat a weapon as if it's loaded, regardless of whether you remember unloading it (AND clearing the chamber, most important part) or not. :tinfoilhat:

"We are the primates. We dance for your amusement. We trail string from weird places you may or may not have heard of. We have brought you a crate of ammunition, use it wisely, reptilian ones." Said the hunched, hairy mutant, picking his nose and analyzing the former contents on a stubby fingertip. "You know, these things aren't toys, someone could get hurt. In fact, that's what we expect to happen, we'll be back, to take it away from you, the second you slip up, and you will thank us.".

I_Kicked_Kennedy

If I had a million dollars, I'd put it all in a sensible mutual fund.

dontblameyoko

haha, no.  I'm just not a fan. Chagrined.
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PPBLL ~Ted Kennedy as a baby (http://beatonna.livejournal.com/116931.html)
"ty7h hg uh nmcx,m cv8t gygj jg" ~another baby