Month: February 2010

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION)

So the figures, a dozen in all, silently entered Schloss Braunschlag, unsure of the protocol.

The door opened, and a functionary in a robe, face hidden in a deep hood, entered. The functionary carried a tray with a fishbowl, filled with water, and a glass, half full of water.
He walked around the head of the table and stood by the feet of the fallen man. The functionary placed the tray on the table, picked up the glass and knelt near the head of the old man. The man faced the table, eyes rolled up to stare at me at the far end of the table writing all of this, as he lay in death. Something odd in the man’s right nostril; a hint of motion. And the speaker continued.

“The legal system shall be among our premier tools.

We must search out in the very finest shades of expression and the knotty points of the lexicon of law justification for those cases where we shall have to pronounce judgements that might appear abnormally audacious and unjust, for it is important that these resolutions should seem to be the most exalted moral principles cast into legal form.

More will be elaborated later, but consider the son of an important political family. He is a wretched piece of human wreckage, moreso than most. He manages to kill a young girl. This is helpful news.
From a legal standpoint, we’ve an opportunity to demonstrate that equal protection before the law is a fine abstraction, at best. Those beholden to us will be more equal, every time.
Over the course of a career, he becomes a turd magnet. Each otherwise decent person whom we coerce into collaborating with our turd puppet becomes gradually dirtier.
In the end, even the most noble hater of capital punishment, contorted into a filthy knot supporting this wretch, shall find the homicide of the woman justifiable, for all he served us. We are moved in the direction of laughter.”

The functionary held the glass below the dead man’s nose, and a squid-like being pulled itself out, into the glass of water, with a ‘PLOP’!
The functionary then conveyed the little squid up to the fishbowl and quickly poured it into the larger vessel. As the functionary set the glass down on the tray, a bolt arced up from the surface of the water, and into the hood.
With an ionic ‘ZNIT’ sound, the functionary joined the old man in death. The squid in the fishbowl was visibly enlarged.

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by Smitty (INTRODUCTION)

The nature of the invitation to Schloss Braunschlag was such to rip the tongue out of a man’s head.

The fellow, seated across from me, near the front, with his back to the window overlooking Lake Totenkopf, started to come to his feet, beginning to raise his hand. His mouth opened, and he nearly uttered the first word in response to the reptilian tones of the speaker.
But all that came out of him was “Ugghh,” and he fell forward. There was a thump, oddly hollow in tone, as his forehead struck the apex of the table, where it deviated slightly from a pure rectangle to form a stretched hexagon.
No one moved to help the man as he lay there, head gashed dramatically, but oddly, without the sort of blood welling or flowing that should have occurred. The terror level in the audience intensified further. No one helped him. It was my job to write it all down. Why wasn’t anyone helping him?

“The intensification of armaments, the increase of police forces–are all essential for the completion of the aformentioned plans.

Our pen may be orders of magnitude more powerful than the sword, but, nevertheless, getting ventilated by a scimitar can slow even us.
When crises come, as needs they must, we shall not let them go to waste. They let us do things, with our inadvertent, sad purpose, you understand, that are otherwise impossible.
In particular, focus on crises as a means of identifying leadership, both on our side and theirs. Leave the blodletting to those below you; focus on the bigger, diabolical picture.
We hold the upper hand, but must not get cocky. Let the agitation of the moment cause the proletarian cream to rise to the top, that we may scrape it off.
More will be said later of the press, but understand that information is more important a lever of power than warheads on foreheads.
The what, where, when, why, and how, scope, public perception, and legal ramifications of brains decorating a wall are more significant for those remaining alive than the question of who just became famous.
Thus, our control of the media must remain absolute. All competing channels of information flow must be subverted or, if necessary, silenced.”

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by Smitty (INTRODUCTION)

There was almost temptation to engage in conversation, but also fear. They were non-verbal men to begin with, and the nature of the meeting engendered neither warmth nor loquaciousness.

The one attendee I thought I recognized seemed to grow more restless. It was obvious that he’d amassed his power and fortune by being more a listener than a speaker. But even such a one has a limit, and his appeared near, as the brow furrowed, the corners of the mouth turned down, the eyebrows came together, and the man awaited his moment to speak.
But that moment was elusive, as the speaker, having laid out the vision for CTHULHU’s global government, which would wrap itself around the UN and break it like the kraken of old on some clipper ship (the actual kraken, now retired, having declined the offer). That world government would monopolize the business of governing, and control a host of other monopolies beneath it.

“While our useful idiots are shouting from the mountaintops about their desire to help the common man, to take affirmative action to equalize opportunity, to shrink the gap between rich and poor, to raise the global standard of living, they shall of course be achieving an opposite result.

We shall raise the rate of wages which, however, will not bring any advantage to the workers, for at the same time, we shall produce a rise in prices of the first necessaries of life…we shall further undermine artfully and deeply sources of production…

As our sense of humor is firmly rooted in large-scale misery, we find this hilarious. And why not? Those who peer down from above have laughed at the varying shades of mortal pretension since Icarus.
We shall pervert the concept of “industry”, so that it loses contact with existential value, and becomes bound to the notion of “whatever makes money”. We, of course, control the money. We win.
Consider labor unions, and their monopoly control of manhours. Starting with the legitimate concern of unsafe work practices and child explotion, we have grown labor unions into the greatest anti-labor tool imaginable.
The workers were robbed to buy politicians. Those bought politicians became word processors churning out reams of ruin, legislation that constricted the noose around the necks of the actual workers, while employing more and more administrators, organizers, and other non-production people.
We can nod and wink while unions, particularly those composed of civil servants, pillage the populace. We let their foolish investment managers give us their treasure. When we initiate the crisis, these bankrupt governments collapse, and fail upward to our global government.
It’s a win-win-win: they give us their money, they give us their political power, they give us their souls.
About the only apparent problem will be the lack of challenge. We may need to clue them in towards the end, so that the victims are conscious as we devour them, or lose the entertainment value entirely.”

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by Smitty (INTRODUCTION)

Why else would such an august man be going to Schloss Braunschlag, dressed like a head of state, alone, without the usual retinue?

The meeting had gone on past the usual time when a break for biological necessities would have occurred. Yet the speaker droned on. While the honor of being invited to Davos for the World Economic Forum was great, and the honor of being invited to the castle for this private meeting was greater still, the attendees were not just anyone.
There was one present who was known to be among the world’s richest men; older, of northern European extraction, thinning hair in a silly combover, atrociously bad taste in eyewear, he could be anyone’s uncle.
Actually, as these things went, he was among the poorer in the room. The really rich can buy that luxury usually afforded the Amish: anoynymity. The speaker droned on about the coming global government.

“Commit the evil in the name of precluding that evil: there are bonus points for sweet-and-sour hypocrisy.
After schooling the people in governmental dependency, where shall they turn in the crisis that we shall foment? Why, the government we appoint!

The principal object of our directorate consists in this: to debilitate the public mind by criticism; to lead it away from serious reflections calculated to arouse resistance; to distract the forces of the mind towards a sham fight of empty eloquence.

Thus, our tentacles are deployed to the smallest blog, free-thinking group, and, in the US case, Tea Party.
The first secret is

to put public opinion…into a state of bewilderment by giving epression from all sides to so many contradictory opinions

that the public head is lost in the personalities, as the principles are too obscured.
The second secret is

to multiply to such an extent national failings, habits, passions, conditions of civil life, that it will be impossible for anyone to know where he is in the resulting chaos

More on this later, but for now note that we only mention history in terms of negative examples. Never, ever speak of public debt, except as a feature.
History, like any other knowledge, is too dangerous outside of our control.”

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