Narrated by Snordelhans
Written by By Les Visible
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Once again the image of the horny goats, which piss all over themselves, prior to coitus, raises its hoary head. It's not sex that has the cannibals all in a fever. It's the smell of blood. They want it so bad that they literally can taste it; these prehistoric sharks in the water, these bipedal piranha.
Visions of metaphorical sugar plums dance in my head. I have a dream! I'm dreaming of a secret weapon that leaves a sea of fused glass right where it ought to be. I must apologize for that brief interlude of a red hazed insanity.
I dream of the Earth swallowing them.I dream of the plug being pulled on their powers and deceptions.I dream of them running into the desert and crying out for the stones beneath their feet to cover them; for the mountains to fall on them.I dream of a face of wrath, confronting them no matter which way they turn.I dream of surgical precision that finds its way into every boardroom and bank, every institution, where prostitution is the commerce of the day.I dream of them being marched up the thirteen steps, dressed in fishnet stockings and plastic miniskirts.I dream of a man with a scythe, whose features are concealed beneath a hood, who pulls from his voluminous sleeves, a parchment upon which a litany of their crimes are inscribed.I dream of the words taking voice from an invisible source and thundering in the air with steroidal THX.I dream of wild eyed beings on snorting horses, galloping out of rents in the fabric of this twisted reality.I see the gleams dancing on their metal breastplates.I hear them crying out in an unknown tongue.I see the Earth opening and the faces of thousands upon thousands of animated dead, crying out for their company, like the final scene in Ghost.
“Masters, what can we do? We sold out our nations and gave you our children as blood sacrifices and you are not pleased. What is the matter? Please, take my wife”.
Does some of this seem a little over the top, or a lot over the top?
Uh oh... here comes the shadow Masons and Illuminati that are pulling all of the strings of the hapless pawns.
The race is on. Will they plunge the whole world into a global conflict or will they be stopped by someone or something?
“Please, can't we talk about something else”?
Talking about something else is like wishing to be somewhere else, while somewhere else is being wiped out by the ones we are talking about.
What's going on behind the scenes is way more dramatic than what is happening in front of you.
About now, the finger pointing is going to start in earnest.
Unnoticed by many, a new world is emerging for the purpose of continuance, in those case where continuing is in the cards.