Open Season

They’re switching off the God-gene. They’re CRISPR editing us to zombiedom. They’re shrouding us in brain-fog. They’re frying us from the inside. They’re roasting the brains in our heads.

This is humanity 2.0. This is homo obedient. The new breed of servitor.

 

There are a lot of us to manage.

There’ll be fewer of us soon.

You mean –

Depopulation. Reducing the human stock.

Are they actually doing that?

That’s their motivation, isn’t it? Cull the useless population.

 

They’re patenting new viruses for the new plagues. And new jabs for the new plagues.

They’re readying the bioweapons in biolabs, in non-treaty countries.

 

They’re destroying our capacity for independent thought. Shrouding us in brain-fog. For resisting authority. Don’t you think it’s deliberate?

They’re gene editing us into compliance. Frying us from the inside. Roasting  the brains in our heads. The capacity for philosophy – that’s what they’re targeting. The ability to question.

 

They’re dialing us down. They’re shutting down our faculties. Switching parts of us off. Targeting the part of our brain responsible for belief, for independence.

They want us docile. Ready for orders.

 

They haven’t got the stomach simply to murder us outright – not yet. There are more gentle form of murder. More humane.

 

They’re experimenting with murder – slow murder. With slow soul strangling. Slow brain damage.

There are seven billion types of murder, one for each of us. They have all these new weapons to try. Years of menticide research. They’re trying They have all these new weapons to try. Good and evil mean nothing to them.

 

They’re drunk with power. With the capacity to kill. They’re trying them out – all the slow weapons in the arsenal. All-out stealth assault. On every frontier. Chemical. Biological. Mental. From all directions. From land, from earth, from sea. From space. From every frequency.

 

The air itself – poisoned. The clouds themselves – poisoned. The dust that falls through the air – poison dust. The earth at our feet – poisoned. The grass – poison grass.

They’re poisoned it all. They’ve saturated it all. It’s omnicide.

What’s amazing is that there’s anything alive.

 

It’s open season. It’s a war against all. Nothing’s off limits. Them against us, on every frontier.

Conscience – what’s that? Ethics – shrug. Legality – you can get round that.

 

Psychopaths recruiting psychopaths. Psychopaths training psychopaths. That’s politics. Psychopaths, increasing psychopathy. Whipping it up anew. Squaring it. Cubing it. Evil isn’t evil enough – not yet.

 

Have they got inside us? Changed our genes? The microflora in our guts? Our PH balance? Have we been infiltrated? Have they already breached our bodies’ defences? Is there a ticking timebomb inside our hearts? Does our bloodstream slip with smartblood?

Our nervous systems – are they still ours? Our thoughts – our brains – are we still in charge? Are we captains of our ship?

 

They’re looking for a total management solution. They’re working on a global solution. On a climate solution. Or a human solution. For a docility solution. For an antisocial behaviour solution. For a total surveillance solution. For a population control solution.

They’ve studied the great control systems from the past. They’re up on the techniques of Hitler and Mao. The ancient Romans. They’re keen students of tyrannical history.

 

You know they can never just leave us alone. They’re refining their techniques. Their love of planning. Their love of making us do stuff.

Do you think they believe it’s for our own good? Do they tell themselves that anymore? Do they actually need a noble lie? An alibi? Or is it just the naked desire for control? Is it China-envy, basically?

What’s their motivation? Are they descendants of certain bloodlines? Heirs? Inheritors? Are they the latest instigators of centuries-old plans, programmes, techniques? Are they working, like their ancestors, in secret? Behind the scenes? Pulling the levers … Making Decisions … Managing?

Do they periodically get together with other bloodline scions? Compare notes. How are you getting on? Coordinating plans … Checking progress …

Are them themselves controlled? Prevented from rebelling? Carefully brainwashed? Brought up to carry on the family business. The bloodline business.

They’ve been bred carefully. With the right people. Trained to internalise the mission. To carry it forward.

And if they step out of line, what then? Are they murdered? Threatened with kompromat?

Perhaps we should feel sorry for them, too. They’re as controlled as we are.

 

How come we don’t know anything about them?

They don’t want fame. Publicity. To see their faces in Hello! To have history books written about them.

What do they get out of it then? What’s their motivation?

Rulership. Control.

But doesn’t it get boring?

They like to watch us. Befriend us now and again. Share some of their secrets, knowing they’ll never be believed.

Do they have pangs of conscience? Isn’t it lonely at the top? How do they keep their secrets?

They murder dissenters. Assassins will come. Boston breaks applied to their car … Look, there are so many people on the payroll … Sworn to secrecy … Secret networks of influence, running through NGOs and governments and corporations … Like the Masons. And, who knows, including the Masons. And the military …

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