Year: 2010

by Smitty (INTRODUCTION)

Subtle motions from the African and the other ten occupants of the room, Asians, Europeans, Latin Americans, the whole rainbow, indicated both their discomfort and their abject fear, beneath the stoic silence.

The head at the head of the table was a turning point for the remaining eleven. The knowledge that, far from a select few chosen to attend the most elite offsite meeting to be held at the already elite World Economic Forum, they were instead walk-on participants in a show of diabolical horror was now inescapable.
As is so often the case in tragic human affairs, wisdom, in the end, brought no comfort.
A man, an industrial magnate from Russia, if memory serves, sitting at the front left, managed an audible whimper. The woman behind him, dazed as a diabetic in shock, managed a sound at the prompt.
The speaker carried on, though a hint of a smile may have played at the corner of his mouth.
“Those from more more…restrictive corners of the globe, i.e., where our minions are even now holding greater sway, know that whoever has the most spies wins.

In our programme one third of our subjects will keep the rest under observation. It will then be no disgrace to be a spy and an informer, but a merit: unfounded denunciations, however, will be cruelly punished that there may be no development of abuses of this right.

It is not that the room under the bus is less than copious, or that we suddenly frown upon dishonesty: lying is as facile a tool as any. Just not to us. Permitting anyone to lie up or down the internal chain of command is detrimental to the organization, and will trigger instant openings, both in the org chart and the liar.
We shall too own all of the judges and lawyers, which will help filtering out legacy notions such as ‘justice’ from our grand vision for humanity.”

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by Smitty (INTRODUCTION)

There was a legal pad and pen in front of me, there at the corner of the table away from the window and the head. Apparently I was the recorder for the meeting. Yes, I’d been a stenographer.

Before that second light bulb, or anyone else for that matter, died, the speaker paused a moment. He surveyed the room; the squid on the table; the eleven remaining movers and shakers of the world shivering in shock, misery and horror at the magnitude of the plan unfolding.
The scope of the global destruction that the protocols had already sketched, combined with their personal agony at being present to hear it all, not to mention that these were not young men and women anymore, had them at their breaking point.
“This portion of the discussion is going to offend some, perhaps. Universities are one thread common to you all.” And with that, he re-launched, until interrupted by an entrace.

“In order to effect the destruction of all collective forces except ours we shall emasculate the first stage of collectivism–the universities. Their officials and professorrs will be prepared for their business by detailed secret programmes of action from which they will not with immunity diverge, not by one iota.
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The universities must no longer send out from their halls milksops concocting plans for a constitution, like a comedy or a tragedy, busing themselves with questions of policy in which even their own fathers never had any power of thought.
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We shall erase from the memory of men all facts of previous centuries which are undesirable to us, and leave only those which depict call the errors of the governments…”
preceding our own.
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In a word, knowing by the experience of many centuries that people live and are guided by ideas, that these ideas are imbibed by people only by the aid of education provided with equal success for all ages of growth, but of course by varying methods, we shall swallow up and confiscate to our own use the last scintilla of independence of thought…”

As the word ‘thought’ faded from the ear, the door opened again, and a silver charger bearing the head of a man, wild-eyed in death, carried by another hooded functionary. The new functionary halted and stood at attention.
The speaker acknowledged him: “So, you are the one who decided to promote himself. An excellent ploy, except from the standpoint of your predecessor. Set him down, and pick up the Master, who now wills to be moved.”
And the functionary did, leaving the head at the head of the stable, staring down at 11 people silently wishing it was all not happening. The squid may have been rippling with laughter at them, or it was the functionary silently picking up the tray under the fishbowl.
In any case, it was by now twice the size it had been merely an hour ago.

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by Smitty (INTRODUCTION)

His own chair was a torture device made of small yellow-white objects…teeth. The chair fought with the air to steal the most heat from his body.

The speaker seemed to pay no heed to the functionary until his regular path brought him in arm’s reach of the hooded one. “Your failure to maintain this place has marred the perfection of my presentation. At the next failure, your assistant will bring me your head on a charger. Go.”
Wordlessly, the functionary did an about face and departed the room. The speaker continued, having moved from the topic of debasing human religions in preparation for their replacement to discussing the nature of using organizations to eradicate each other and further the goals of CTHULHU.
Later, a second light bulb failed.

“Murder is a straightforward thing, often requiring little that is remarkable or memorable beyond a victim.
The artist, however, seeking the full experience, would know the victim, encourage the victim in the direction of suicide, and assume front rank at the funural.
Victims can be enjoined to manage the demise of other victims before handling their own case, of course; economy of style is a hallmark of art.
Thus, given the vast quilt of existing organizations under the sun that predate our current effort, the most artistic thing to do would be to use them against each other.
We are certain in the singularity of our purpose, with the final merger of the Human Union and the Committee To Harmonize Universal Law.
So we will find their victim-leaders, and subvert them.

You cannnot imagine to what extent the wisest of the [proletariat] can be brought to a state of unconscious naïveté in the presence of this condition of high conceit of themselves, and at the same time how easy it is to take the heart out of them by the slightest ill-success, though it be nothing morer than the stoppage of the applause thtey had, and to reduce them to a slavish submission for the sake of winning a renewal of success.

The world’s biggest ideoloigcal loser is our winner, and there is none greater than…”

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