by Smitty (INTRODUCTION)
He could infer that the figure, also an elderly man, though apparently of African extraction, was in Switzerland for the World Economic Forum.
Humans would not worship the Great Squid directly, if ever, he related. No, the tool of science, itself, would first be elevated to a belief system.
“Do you believe in global warming,” future media tools will ask candidates, as if intellectual acquiescense to any hypothesis is a form of belief.
For amusement, we will feign ambiguity about whether or not living cells are life. Once this cute little wedge is driven, state-sanctioned murder would prove a fascinating tool for breaking societies.
Emasculating manhood in support of this agenda would have been sadly trivial, if we had not hit on the idea of having men celebrate their debasement.
“There is too much commitment to beliefs in things other than our rule.
This is the reason why it is indispensible for us to undermine all faith, to tear the minds out of the [proles] the very principle of Godhead and the spirit, and to put in its place arithmetical calculations and material needs.
The systemic ontological assault, combined with the economic one mentioned in Protocol III
have already created disenchanted, cold and heartless communities.
When something as obvious as life itself, i.e., dividing cells, is rendered ambiguous, our eugenics program can move forward in its sub-goal of filtering out undesirables.
The demolition moves up from individuals to families, as books, advertising, songs and film portray a narrative of paternal failure and childish, narcissitic hedonism.
The denigration of the male is coupled with the acesnsion of Feminism, which is purely mysoginistic at heart, attempting to create some other vision of woman than the triumph of Proverbs 31.
Next up from the nuclear is the extended family, as welfare-state entitlements have a corrosive affect on traditional clans.
Those entitlements are a two-fer in the US case, as stem largely from the Federal Government.
Infants, man, woman, States: is there anything we cannot destroy?”
With ‘destroy’ he lifted his arm in a salute, wrist cocked, as if holding an invisible torch. This visible movement, the first in a couple of hours, startled the crowd into a silent blinking. The part that made the audience eyes bulge, however, was the forarm. The kimono had slid back below the elbow to reveal scaly, inhuman skin. The arm lowered, the face gradually assumed a grin. My mind, strained by the effort of writing all of this down, may have played a trick on me concerning his tongue.
I do not want to believe I saw a forked tongue flick out between those teeth, ever so briefly.
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