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Authors: Peter Stier Jr.
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believing basic garbage to be great. The films, the TV shows, the news, the schooling are training people to be mindless slaves, and the populace are entertained by the training. And they do have hidden agendas tucked into them. It’s called ‘predictive programming.’ You slowly condition the population to accept things they used to find degenerate, or ethically debasing, or just plain wrong. Violence is the easy example. Many more subtle examples exist.”
The guy was sliding all his coins into the machine. His nonchalant demeanor was surgical and his manner of speech mathematical. He was going over a simple lesson with a pupil.
“So why do you go see them?” I asked.
He chuckled. “I need to see what stage they’re at with their master plan. Plus, I do enjoy movie theater popcorn.”
I had a few questions at this point. Who the hell were they ? What the hell did he mean by “their master plan?” And why would this hypothetical “they” wish to “dumb-down” the masses?
I was on the verge of releasing a barrage of such inquiries when a huge plate of eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast clamored down on the counter before me.
“OK Eddie, here you go. Fuckin’ enjoy the piece, eh!” Chief turned to the trucker, “What’ll it be, buddy?”
“Coffee. Black. And the egg breakfast.”
“Over-easy, soft-boiled, Benedict, hard-boiled, sunny-side up, over-medium, or scrambled?”
The truck driver paused. Through his dark tinted shades I couldn’t tell if he was studying me or the menu. After a few seconds of deliberation he answered (as though solving some trivial puzzle), “Hmm … ahhh yes—scrambled.”
I got out my journal and jotted down some notes about what had just transpired.
AFTER I had gotten my breakfast, the conversation turned into a history lesson: the man knew history. I sipped coffee, ate my breakfast and listened to Woods—that was the name he gave me—rattle off dates, places, events, people and other facts as though he were reading directly from a history book.
I sensed he was leading up to a certain point, but couldn’t fathom where. He seemed to be prepping me for some unknown, or as yet undisclosed test, as though his lesson was to be the initial spark to kindle my mind into a fire.
He went on about the development of Indo-European tribes, conquests of certain tribes upon others, the acquisition of lands, the growth of tribes, cities, cultures, states, civilizations, religions; the evolution of economy and the industrial revolution right up until World War II. In his opinion, POWER and CONTROL by a tiny master-class of an esoteric and mysterious inter-generational cabal were the main navigators of the development of human history.
“Why do these people want power and control?” I asked.
He grinned and boiled the genealogy of human history down to one word: GREED.
Then he tore out his movie list from the paper, finished his coffee, and said: “Well, I gotta go catch some films. I’ll see you.”
The little bell above the door jingled as he exited.
A quick flash of déjà vu told me I’d see that man again.
DRIVING ALONG highway 60, I opened up the glove box and the same pile of cassette tapes spilled out. I grabbed one at random and slid it into the cheap deck. Through one blown speaker and one good one, spaced-out synthesizer music accompanied by late night radio show host Art B. Well’s bassy voice came tumbling out:
“From Greenwich around back to Greenwich, from the South Pole to the North Pole—this is Art B. Well’s Take on Real Reality . Today, my guest is an ex-covert operative who worked for an entity he calls ‘the Thought Police.’ He claims this organization is an enforcement arm of a larger organization that taps all human psyches…. In other words, all thoughts, dreams, and so forth are monitored by these guys. So be careful what you think and dream, listeners! Now, my guest calls himself Agent W. Hello, Agent W.”
Agent W: “Hello,
The guy was sliding all his coins into the machine. His nonchalant demeanor was surgical and his manner of speech mathematical. He was going over a simple lesson with a pupil.
“So why do you go see them?” I asked.
He chuckled. “I need to see what stage they’re at with their master plan. Plus, I do enjoy movie theater popcorn.”
I had a few questions at this point. Who the hell were they ? What the hell did he mean by “their master plan?” And why would this hypothetical “they” wish to “dumb-down” the masses?
I was on the verge of releasing a barrage of such inquiries when a huge plate of eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast clamored down on the counter before me.
“OK Eddie, here you go. Fuckin’ enjoy the piece, eh!” Chief turned to the trucker, “What’ll it be, buddy?”
“Coffee. Black. And the egg breakfast.”
“Over-easy, soft-boiled, Benedict, hard-boiled, sunny-side up, over-medium, or scrambled?”
The truck driver paused. Through his dark tinted shades I couldn’t tell if he was studying me or the menu. After a few seconds of deliberation he answered (as though solving some trivial puzzle), “Hmm … ahhh yes—scrambled.”
I got out my journal and jotted down some notes about what had just transpired.
AFTER I had gotten my breakfast, the conversation turned into a history lesson: the man knew history. I sipped coffee, ate my breakfast and listened to Woods—that was the name he gave me—rattle off dates, places, events, people and other facts as though he were reading directly from a history book.
I sensed he was leading up to a certain point, but couldn’t fathom where. He seemed to be prepping me for some unknown, or as yet undisclosed test, as though his lesson was to be the initial spark to kindle my mind into a fire.
He went on about the development of Indo-European tribes, conquests of certain tribes upon others, the acquisition of lands, the growth of tribes, cities, cultures, states, civilizations, religions; the evolution of economy and the industrial revolution right up until World War II. In his opinion, POWER and CONTROL by a tiny master-class of an esoteric and mysterious inter-generational cabal were the main navigators of the development of human history.
“Why do these people want power and control?” I asked.
He grinned and boiled the genealogy of human history down to one word: GREED.
Then he tore out his movie list from the paper, finished his coffee, and said: “Well, I gotta go catch some films. I’ll see you.”
The little bell above the door jingled as he exited.
A quick flash of déjà vu told me I’d see that man again.
DRIVING ALONG highway 60, I opened up the glove box and the same pile of cassette tapes spilled out. I grabbed one at random and slid it into the cheap deck. Through one blown speaker and one good one, spaced-out synthesizer music accompanied by late night radio show host Art B. Well’s bassy voice came tumbling out:
“From Greenwich around back to Greenwich, from the South Pole to the North Pole—this is Art B. Well’s Take on Real Reality . Today, my guest is an ex-covert operative who worked for an entity he calls ‘the Thought Police.’ He claims this organization is an enforcement arm of a larger organization that taps all human psyches…. In other words, all thoughts, dreams, and so forth are monitored by these guys. So be careful what you think and dream, listeners! Now, my guest calls himself Agent W. Hello, Agent W.”
Agent W: “Hello,
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