New World Order Is Here - You're All In It

Sitting in a rich man's garden,
waiting for the sun;
Dreaming lovely lies
of life in the world to come.

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It was the biggest "Oh, shit!" moment in history. Two angels descended from the stars with what they called the Final Button and if pushed would end the world. They said the decision would be up to one person - and that person turned out to be homeless. That's when the "Oh, shit!" went out.

Job offers came flooding into the man but he refused them all because he said he'd never be free. Straight up cash was offered but he refused because he didn't want anything he didn't earn. Panic turned to outrage on this impossible-to-please man. There was talk of assassination but the angels assured that would cause the button to be pushed without recourse.

Suddenly, the world seemed a useless place. Finally it was decided to ask the man what he wanted (though that line of thinking went against their grain). The miserable soul replied, "I want my dreams." This, they knew, they could not give him - nor could they allow a world where the money-less were free to pursue life. But they pretended otherwise in their response:

"Fuck you and your selfish dreams expecting everyone to live and die according to how you think things should be. The money way is the only way. The money way is the only responsible way. We've all agreed to be slaves to money to get the things we want. Be a slave or die, bitch!"

But that was the speech he'd heard all his life. The Man With No Home was prepared with an answer. "You've got it backwards: it's be free or die - bitch!" And he smiled as he pressed down.

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In World War II, planes landed on isolated islands that had never seen such technological wonders before. Afterwards when the military had moved out the islanders created bamboo mock ups of the planes and worshiped them as idols. (Though children born after the planes landed scoffed that they ever existed and were but merely products of fantasy. Funny how "realists" are so often out of touch with reality.)

But the natives also heard stories of the rule of money: of how those with it ruled the world without question and those without it suffered in perpetuity. This too filled the villagers with great awe and they asked to see an example of such a powerful god. A dollar bill was left with them which they enshrined in the sturdiest hut they could build where the faithful would come to wonder how the magic ink made this paper so omniscient on life.

Again, a bamboo copy was made, but only one being allowed. (Those who made "illegitimate" copies were crucified.) A religion was developed claiming the side showing the head meant life and therefore the opposite side meant death. With great solemnity periodic purges were conducted - more frequently if times were bad - to purify the population according to the all knowing god. It gave great comfort to the people to know they had such access to the divine!

High priests who claimed to understand the dollar more than most would dress in green leaves stained with garbled, black letters. Their leader was given the title "Washeengtun" and it was he who blindly tossed the relic before the feet of each islander pressed to stand before him. "Heads" the islander lived, "tails" he died. If times were bad and many deemed to die in the purge, wise men nodded in agreement as to the cause of their ills.

Those granted the approval for life gloried in their fate. "God loves us above all! It is we who are divine and allowed to survive! The true god has spoken!" So much did they treasure this false accreditation that they never spoke (and in fact it was considered treasonous blasphemy) of the fatal drawback to worship of the money god: that sooner or later the odds would deem each man to die. But the madness only increased their fanaticism.

Ultimate reverence was given to those who died at the hands of the money god, their names spoken in hushed whispers and so perverse did the islanders become that when a man was decreed to die he was slapped on the back for the "honor" of sacrificing for the great god, of keeping their society alive and unquestioned. And though their misery grew they hoped that by staying the course their devotion would surely be rewarded. It was: they all died.

But as luck would have it, the last man standing - the high priest himself - was visited by a return of the flymen in an emergency landing on the island's leftover airstrip. His dying words as he held out the bamboo dollar were, "There is no God."

The airmen looked at him in disgust. "You idiot. Just because there's no God in money doesn't mean there's no God."

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Hitler never died. A double was killed in his place as he was whisked away by Allied forces and secreted into a windowless chamber deep in the American Rocky mountains. It was there he was grilled night and day on his methods for gaining power and co-opting followers into doing the most heinous of acts. The madman told them many factors played into his ascension but on this were all things built:

"Tell them they do good when they do evil and that they do evil when they do good. Be relentless! Shout them down with fury when they protest. Crush their will and prove solidarity is on your side. Harbor no doubt in your convictions and that strength alone will attract the most blindly fanatical of followers, craving to be released from responsibility. Promise them a New World Order where they will be kings."

Men of worldly wisdom heard these precepts and found great value in their disdain. Retaining power sanctioned all methods pure and it was asked of the failed leader what Big Lie could be derived from the war so that the self-proclaimed good guys remained masters. "Tell them the war proved murder can be moral." But he also warned against those who would realize that in fact the age of war had ended. These dreamers would ignite the populace into hope. "Kill them."

"You cannot oppress a people forever. They must oppress themselves. Betray their trust at all times - then use that as an excuse to take power. Fire them from their jobs then chastise them for not working. Tell them freedom is the true enslaver and must be stopped at all costs. In this way they will fear themselves and through that fear control will be maintained. Hardest part is trying not to laugh."

"Make the religion simple: That which makes money is good, anything that impedes it is bad. Like Sauron of old my spirit has no body but I can still rule! Behold the rise of the Nazi dollar! Every day it's higher as it squeezes out the life and fuels the rage. None dare stand before it. None dare question it! Embrace your doom while pretending paradise. I will have my revenge!"

Slowly the silent Hitlers injected their master's poison into the mainstream well, tilting the world to their favor, bending minds. The jobless feel guilty. The money-less feel treasonous. The powerless feel worthless. Everyone felt stupid but assumed "It's only just me" as communication broke down. Anyone caught being unhappy would be ostracized as it was trusted that only by one's own hand can woe come - smirked those who brought the woe.

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It is said we are in what is called the Great Recession. But that is our choice. Believing it is not a choice makes it no less a choice. There are plenty of houses for everyone. Enough food, clothing and medical care to let no person suffer needlessly. This suffering we endure is self-inflicted. Just what exactly is it we are serving?