09/13/2020 EDITED 12/12/2020, 0/07/2023

Let Us Count the Ways

Let's say... I want a t-shirt. I go to a nice store, pick a few out then I go to that little room, and try them on. Simple, right?

Today, we are not buying shirts. Today, "points of view" are what we will try on then accept, or reject. (Even the rejects offer opportunities for learning.) Watch, if you please, as I explore another "point of view;" as I borrow someone else's t-shirt; as I perceive the world, through another pair of eyes.

Today, I am the Illuminati; the Group of seven; the Cosa Nostra; an alien, from outer space; a Merovingian; Satan, Himself; a Knight, Templar - any of a thousand urban legends about who really runs this planet. Pick one.

I don't worry about what it will cost to fill my SUV up and yeah, it takes premium fuel. My fortune is vast; my dealings, multinational. My tendrils reach into many companies, the world over. Usually, I buy people (or companies) that roil my plans. I always get my way. I try to be nice... first.

My mind is an engine, lacking two, vital components: A throttle. It always runs, full-tilt. An on-off switch. A lot of times I go to sleep thinking about something and wake up, with the answer.

There are several big boys, like me. There are two levels in my relationship, with them. At the "upper" level, where threats to all of us are identified, then dealt with, there is close cooperation. We pony up the costs and divide the profits, if there are any. The "lower" level is, well, a free for all. We compete with each other, savagely. We know each other, very well.

Recently, a pandemic has interrupted our game. And it is a game. All of us realize that. All of us have more damn money than we can ever spend, in ten lifetimes! So what's the point, of continuing? Two words: The Game.

In the process of arriving where we are we became hopelessly addicted, to The Game. Billionaires never retire. They are at The Game until their avatar, will no longer function. Why? Because we are JUNKIES.

Needless to say, there are no dumb people in our little group. Turning adversity into advantage is atop our pile, of magic tricks.

The pandemic was considered a level one issue because nobody could gauge it's potential. The consensus was the pandemic was not at the threat level that would send us, and our families, into our survival shelters - YET.

After our own safety, how we could profit from the pandemic was what really interested us. Oh, did I mention there are no choir boys in our group?

Obviously, lots of people were going to get a haircut due to the interruption of business but someone, somewhere, was going to make money because of the pandemic. Makers of medical masks being an obvious example. We adjusted our positions, accordingly.

Few businesses have the cash reserves, necessary to hold their breath for a month. It was going to be a good year to be a bankruptcy lawyer. For us, it would be a feeding frenzy - snapping up businesses that failed, because of the lock downs. We have people, for that.

The government, in it's unfathomable mercy, mandated a freeze on evictions, during the pandemic. They handed the landlords their heads, on cardboard platters, as they did. How will I get my rents? Your problem - not ours. How will I pay my loans? Again, your problem.

Most of our people worked in acquiring commercial real estate, at what seemed impossibly good prices, which were the products of the owners having no other choice, but to sell. All we had to do was wait, until the pandemic passed, then tighten the screws. And that, we did.

Rents doubled, at the very least. The wave of homelessness, the accompanying drug addiction and despair that followed, were nothing less than a horror - a NATIONAL, horror. Nobody saw what really happened, because the media we own did not tell them. The boys and I looked at our balance sheets. We were doing GREAT!

Mention was made of the rescue of the American people, by the government. It was thought money could be diverted into the business community, in the name of enabling us to continue paying our workers, during the lock down.

We made a bloody KILLING, on that one! CLICK HERE The president fired the watchdog, hired to look for graft in the program, saying he would be the watchdog. He actually got away with that! We controlled the congressmen and senators like puppets, on strings. Our boys, of course, handled the non-response, to it.

Several of our members are in politics (as you might expect). Their minds fired up first, during our meeting. Mention was made, as always, of the overpopulation problem. In the old days, there were wars. They will slow it down. But now, given nukes and all, that was no longer allowed.

One way to perceive this problem is there are not enough apartments; enough roads; enough water; enough jobs. Another way is, there are too damn many people! A way had to be found to cull the population, and that's exactly what we intended to do - to be rid of the stupid, the old and the non-productive.

Nursing homes were charging more than four hundred dollars a day to keep old people alive, fed etc. Governments had to pay for it. The US government raped the social security fund, on several occasions - always promising to pay the money back but, of course, never doing it. The depleted fund was going to cause them to be unable to pay what they owe, very soon. Many of us saw that as an extinction-level event.

Simply put, being rid of a whole bunch of old people would greatly benefit the US government, as they would no longer need to be paid.

Luckily, the pandemic specializes in killing seniors.

The president of the US was not assured of winning the next election. Most of us considered the man a dunce but he was the absolute master of keeping the attention of the media, and so the people, on him.

As instructed, he had first unearthed, then resurrected the things that divide the American people. He had those morons steppin' and fetchin', like their heads were on fire, and their asses were catchin'! The rednecks, the blacks, the cops, the government - he threw it all into a big pot and was successful in stirring it until it was going so fast the individual parts of it, could no longer be identified.

We were going to make a lot of money because of him, but first, we had to get him reelected. I sat in silence, the evening the plan was hatched. I'm not in politics. Maybe later. I hope not.

The plan, in short, was to let things go straight to hell - to let the pandemic run wild, start some race riots then, when it was beginning to look like all is lost, for the president to come riding in, on a white Abrams tank, eliminate the rioters and regain control of the streets, thereby becoming our savior and, of course, getting reelected.

Are people really that simple? I attend our meetings, in order to learn.

The plan conveniently interacted with another, long standing problem: too many blacks. The race riots would provide all of them with ample opportunity to contract the virus. It all fit, together. It was starting to cook! Let them kill each other off. They do that, anyway - just not fast enough. They breed like rabbits as they draw welfare, like sponges draw water.

The race riots were staged. An atrocity, guaranteed to enrage the blacks, was not actually committed. Instead a sad, but all too common event was SPUN into fake news, that had the same affect.

OK - SNAP OUT OF IT.

I hear your thoughts. You think you're losing it because nothing makes sense, anymore! Ah, but it does make sense, and in ways we "normal people" will never understand. We can, of course, identify a few of them.

You think what has happened makes no sense. You omitted the last five words. Those words are: 'from my point of view.' Those words are important, if you want to understand. Try not to forget them and, the next time things make no sense, try to find another point of view - one that does make sense.

GO FULL SCREEN ON THIS ONE!

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