How it All Works
D X Stone - 4/18/02
Okay: Nike owns 28% of ABC, who in turn owns lil' bits of Cargill, ADM
and Nestles...together in limited partnerships they enter into long-term
agreements with Chevy, McDonald's and Motorola, who in turn own choice,
juicy slices n' slabs of all of ABC's subsidiary conglomerates, 20% of the
entire world's barbecued chicken wing franchises, and 75% of the Malaysian
factories where Phil Knight has his shoes made... but these are all in turn
only small incestuous piglets nestling and feeding at the titanic teats
of companies like ADM and Cargill, massive super-conglomerates whose ncredible
weight and gravity hold everything down and keep all this amazing industry
from simply spinning aimlessly into deep space... then the "leaders"
of all this business, including those in government and big media, essential
arms of the whole Titanic Shadowy Secretive Dynastic Imperialist Oligarchy
that Has Ruled the World Since The Dawn of Commerce all come together on
golf courses to form groups of various sizes and diverse elements, in order
to plot and plan all manner of ongoing conspiracies and manipulations, often
using these fellowships to increase their collective 'magical' power over
this universe (which they see as a gigantic boardgame), such as increasing
their wealth and influence by combining their small shares in various politicians
and government officials throughout the globe, vesting these combined shares
in the hands of a few trustees amongst them so as to, for instance, gain
a more major controlling interest of ownership over various officials for
the will of the collective; at which times lawyers and lobbyists are dispatched
in endless and continuous marching columns, endlessly visiting with those
important politicians and world leaders in order to issue them their orders
and provide counsel... but when the week's work is done, all these highest-level
CEO's and politicians, and all the bankers and landlords and kings and queens
and princes and princesses and studio executives and organized crime bigshots,
all the major players get together at secluded secret society meetings to
get drunk and play games and swap stories and wives and whores and slaves
and recipes and what have ya... and they all get naked and into form themselves
into big piles of moaning, writhing human flesh, or hang about the edge
of the quivering mass, maybe sample a lil' bondage and spanking and s&m...
and one by one, they all begin to lose themselves in this larger mass of
amorphous flesh without true identity or conscience, flesh that knows only
the moment's sensation... they metamorphasize for a time into mere components
of a greater Beast that is all desire and will to dominate and destroy all
that is Other, all that is not of ITS Immaculate, Eternal Body... and then,
once most of them have reached climax, the slowly redifferentiate themselves
from each other, seperating slowly until they once again hate and fear one
another, as usual... and then they usually top off the night by sacrificing
a few virgins and drinking their blood (and that's the problem with these
rich psychotic idiots--they just don't when to stop at the s&m!)...
and it's amazing, all the shrewd backroom deals cut, all the partnerships
and alliances formed right in the midst of big circles as the brave leaders
of the free world jerk off while watching Fanny May goin' down on Beatrice...
it goes on and on and on, these incestuous lil' cliques and secret alliances,
the power of privilege as fixed and inflexible and unimaginative as ever,
guaranteeing the absolute absence of a real level playing field at all for
the much-trumpeted free market forces to work their phony miracles...
The market is a phony miracle of faith in and of itself--you must have
faith for it to work, phony faith, yes, but faith nonetheless... you must
be a true acolyte with phony faith in abundance if you are going to grab
that phony brass ring, and win all the phony trophies and prizes and all
that phony acclaim and bullshit power... think of it, America!... isn't
it enough to make you just cream your jeans?... America, America, Land of
the Phony-Free, Home of the Slaves... Slaves Who Think They're Free, The
Shaved Sheep of of a New and Nasty Mega-Godzilla Hyper-Capitalist Neo-Democracy
Where Freedom Has Been Slashed Half Off!!!... and we're ALL Going Out of
Business RIGHT NOW!!!
So come on down!... cuz that's exactly where we're all going... |
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