Post by Deleted on May 4, 2015 6:18:42 GMT -6
This entry will not be eligible for the voting process but I thought I'd jump in on the Fun with you guys...
Disclaimer - This story is fictional (maybe) and no animals were harmed during the writing process...
Angus Rothschild was having a grand day! It had started centuries ago through the efforts of eleven families, families that would end up ruling the world as we know it. Eleven families that reigned for eleven generations, establishing a World Order such as the one that had been prophesied since mankind set foot on this planet. The sheep of the planet never recognized that seeing 11:11 everywhere was from such a prophetic accomplishment, a subliminal message that only a few would truly understand.
The beginning of the twentieth century had been the very crux of the movement, the stepping stone from which the Rothschild name would rule them all. The founding of the Federal Reserve would only serve as the trampoline onto which the Rothschild family would soar. A century later, the family would dominate on all fronts, industrial, pharmaceutical, governmental and militarily.
On this magnificent twenty first century day, Angus and his wife Eileen were celebrating the end of an era, and the beginning of a new one; an era that would last for centuries.
The war that had started in the early two thousands had served to reestablish a decent population size. Angus was laughing to himself, as he mentally masturbated at the thought of feeding the early beginning of ISIS all the while profiteering from the collapse of the industrial and civilized world. While the West had weakened down to its knees, the East had resurrected in a more than willing envy to serve the wealthier. Billions over billions had died in a grand illusion of fighting for a good cause, no matter which side you were on and the family raked in the profits, like never before in history. This was a chess game like it’s never happened before, the pawns thinking they were kings and the kings thinking they actually were …kings.
2084. The World will always remember now. There are only eleven Kings. And only one rules them all.
Angus Rothschild.
The families’ partnership with the pharmaceutical industries had proven to be more than effective. The world would line up to get the new drug that would kill all depressive thoughts, an illness that had been created in a lab and fed to the populace by the same pharmaceutical industries a century earlier. A new drug to ease their pain was, undoubtedly, a win/win solution. It served as an illusion to promote a self discovery tool for happiness but its real purpose was much more subtle than that; it served as an infertility tool. Certain regions of the globe would stop reproducing like rabbits and start being more productive again, working for the giant corps that the families governed. The infertility procedure was simply to make sure that the numbers would stay down. And it worked.
The Sinclair family, from which Eileen descended, had made sure that a whole new magical world would become a reality. Through complex engineering, the incomparable and awesome magical prowess of the computer world would slowly take form. A little over a century later, the net would become the universal language, the laptops, pads and cells, their rightful tools. It had taken less than a century to enslave the mass. Now, it didn’t matter where you lived on this little blue dot; the ease of communication was just a click away. Language was no longer a barrier and everyone was able to communicate with anyone, through controlled procedures that were tracked, compiled and analyzed, by all means. Bluntly put, it was pure genius.
The Great War had also contributed to soften up the hardcore religions, pushing them to a faith of survival, a reset of sort, of the species. Humankind, now renamed under a label appropriately called the Survivors, was thanking the rich and powerful every single day that God made, in an attempt at redemption for what had happened and what they had done, all in the name of religion, or so everyone thought anyway. The rule was a no brainer; bring out the worst of someone for him to see the light. Of course, the light was also supplied by eleven families.
A New World Order establishment was a natural occurrence. Courts would become humanitarian courts, laws of the nation would become laws of the Families; worldwide. They grabbed the perfect control over the masses under the guise of self elected officials that would rule the planet; again, pure ingenuity. The countries no longer needed federal, provincial or municipal officials. It would all be governed from one true source; the New World Order.
The Survivors now knew what had to be done, no ambiguity. All one had to do is contribute to the greater good of the world. Work, share, teach and learn. New social duties were extremely easy to implement. And the Survivors ate it, all of it. Truth, beauty and love were the new referral points, the new illusionary brainwashed concept to control. The population had been defined its new goals, goals of perfecting themselves while being subtly embarked in a pattern of slavery. The best slave ever is the one who doesn’t know he’s a slave. The Families rejoiced.
The last stunt to get everyone to join universally had taken a little more than a century to perfect; the belief that nature needed a break. It took a little over a hundred years, a lot of contamination and manmade calculated disasters, a lot of sky chemical trail projects to get the mass to believe that climate change had had terrible effects, yet not a single individual could acknowledge that it had all been preplanned and executed. It was brilliant propaganda at its best.
Angus and Eileen were having a grand day.
As they were standing in front of the stones that the families had helped erect, over a century ago, in the most formidable act of secrecy of all times, they cheered as all of the goals had been accomplished to perfection.
Disclaimer - This story is fictional (maybe) and no animals were harmed during the writing process...
2084
Angus Rothschild was having a grand day! It had started centuries ago through the efforts of eleven families, families that would end up ruling the world as we know it. Eleven families that reigned for eleven generations, establishing a World Order such as the one that had been prophesied since mankind set foot on this planet. The sheep of the planet never recognized that seeing 11:11 everywhere was from such a prophetic accomplishment, a subliminal message that only a few would truly understand.
The beginning of the twentieth century had been the very crux of the movement, the stepping stone from which the Rothschild name would rule them all. The founding of the Federal Reserve would only serve as the trampoline onto which the Rothschild family would soar. A century later, the family would dominate on all fronts, industrial, pharmaceutical, governmental and militarily.
On this magnificent twenty first century day, Angus and his wife Eileen were celebrating the end of an era, and the beginning of a new one; an era that would last for centuries.
The war that had started in the early two thousands had served to reestablish a decent population size. Angus was laughing to himself, as he mentally masturbated at the thought of feeding the early beginning of ISIS all the while profiteering from the collapse of the industrial and civilized world. While the West had weakened down to its knees, the East had resurrected in a more than willing envy to serve the wealthier. Billions over billions had died in a grand illusion of fighting for a good cause, no matter which side you were on and the family raked in the profits, like never before in history. This was a chess game like it’s never happened before, the pawns thinking they were kings and the kings thinking they actually were …kings.
2084. The World will always remember now. There are only eleven Kings. And only one rules them all.
Angus Rothschild.
The families’ partnership with the pharmaceutical industries had proven to be more than effective. The world would line up to get the new drug that would kill all depressive thoughts, an illness that had been created in a lab and fed to the populace by the same pharmaceutical industries a century earlier. A new drug to ease their pain was, undoubtedly, a win/win solution. It served as an illusion to promote a self discovery tool for happiness but its real purpose was much more subtle than that; it served as an infertility tool. Certain regions of the globe would stop reproducing like rabbits and start being more productive again, working for the giant corps that the families governed. The infertility procedure was simply to make sure that the numbers would stay down. And it worked.
The Sinclair family, from which Eileen descended, had made sure that a whole new magical world would become a reality. Through complex engineering, the incomparable and awesome magical prowess of the computer world would slowly take form. A little over a century later, the net would become the universal language, the laptops, pads and cells, their rightful tools. It had taken less than a century to enslave the mass. Now, it didn’t matter where you lived on this little blue dot; the ease of communication was just a click away. Language was no longer a barrier and everyone was able to communicate with anyone, through controlled procedures that were tracked, compiled and analyzed, by all means. Bluntly put, it was pure genius.
The Great War had also contributed to soften up the hardcore religions, pushing them to a faith of survival, a reset of sort, of the species. Humankind, now renamed under a label appropriately called the Survivors, was thanking the rich and powerful every single day that God made, in an attempt at redemption for what had happened and what they had done, all in the name of religion, or so everyone thought anyway. The rule was a no brainer; bring out the worst of someone for him to see the light. Of course, the light was also supplied by eleven families.
A New World Order establishment was a natural occurrence. Courts would become humanitarian courts, laws of the nation would become laws of the Families; worldwide. They grabbed the perfect control over the masses under the guise of self elected officials that would rule the planet; again, pure ingenuity. The countries no longer needed federal, provincial or municipal officials. It would all be governed from one true source; the New World Order.
The Survivors now knew what had to be done, no ambiguity. All one had to do is contribute to the greater good of the world. Work, share, teach and learn. New social duties were extremely easy to implement. And the Survivors ate it, all of it. Truth, beauty and love were the new referral points, the new illusionary brainwashed concept to control. The population had been defined its new goals, goals of perfecting themselves while being subtly embarked in a pattern of slavery. The best slave ever is the one who doesn’t know he’s a slave. The Families rejoiced.
The last stunt to get everyone to join universally had taken a little more than a century to perfect; the belief that nature needed a break. It took a little over a hundred years, a lot of contamination and manmade calculated disasters, a lot of sky chemical trail projects to get the mass to believe that climate change had had terrible effects, yet not a single individual could acknowledge that it had all been preplanned and executed. It was brilliant propaganda at its best.
Angus and Eileen were having a grand day.
As they were standing in front of the stones that the families had helped erect, over a century ago, in the most formidable act of secrecy of all times, they cheered as all of the goals had been accomplished to perfection.
The masses had been fooled, the governments from the world had been fooled and even the Families had been fooled as this world now had one and one ruler only; and in 2084, after millenniums had gone by, Evil finally had a name.
Angus Rothschild.
~To be continued...
Angus Rothschild.
~To be continued...
That was great!
