Happy Belated Sol Invictus!

Well, 2019 is finally here, and thankfully all that tedious 2018 fake news nonsense can finally be over with.  Hopefully things in America can finally get back to normal now.

Since the Trump presidency has worked out quite well for our conspiracy, and our fears about the ascendancy of competing conspiracies have dissolved into alliances, it occurs to me that I should probably stop blogging the secret plans and machinations of the Reptilian Illuminati New World Order conspiracy.  If any of you know how to delete this blog, please let me know, I’d appreciate it.

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The Best of All Possible Worlds is Here

I’m excited to report some of the most wonderful news in recent conspiracy history! Since last month, when hurricane Irma slammed into Donald Trump’s Caribbean estate, several new command protocols have rapidly been implemented, ushering in a New World Order within the New World Order established between our warring cabals.

Although we initially advocated Mr. Trump’s impeachment, it seems for a while now that all conspirators — regardless of persuasion or agenda — can agree that the careful management of the President’s persona is a most effective smokescreen for all our machinations behind the curtain.

Mr. Trump had attempted to divest himself of his Caribbean holdings in the month prior to instructing Climate Control to send wave after wave of destruction towards America’s Latin American interests. Similar technology was used between August 25th and 26th of 2005, to abruptly bank hurricane Katrina 72 degrees away from Texas and towards New Orleans instead.

In accord with the secret agreement struck between the Neocon faction in our conspiracy and the Discordian schism in control of Mr. Trump’s psyche through post-hypnotic suggestion in the mass media, the physical Donald Trump was eliminated by Northcom Climate Control. Plans initially called for Hurricane Jose to take out the President while he was assessing damage to his Caribbean estate, having reduced the asking price of his rental property by 40% just one month prior to approving plans for this year’s hurricane season.

In mid-September, however, everybody in the Climate Control Room was still on a month-long bender, sending Jose on an odd little loop-the-loop in the Atlantic instead of into St. Martin. Fortunately, we were able to guide Hurricane Maria along a nearly identical path to Irma, finishing the job a little late but only slightly over budget.

Since the President lost his life in the wake of hurricane Maria, we have been impersonating him in a variety of ways, depending on the context, be it online, on television, or at events. His peculiar orange complexion readily facilitates in-person impersonation, and we expect technological advances in the electromagnetic spectrum will soon render impersonation obsolete, as side-channel modulated van Eck signals embedded in internet audio-visual media can be used to enhance individual susceptibility to perceptual priming algorithms integrated with most popular social media platforms.

Holographic projection techniques first deployed after the 2008 assassination of Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson have been refined over the past decade. The combination of real-time computer graphics, high resolution 3D models of the population available through TSA Rapiscan systems, cellphone tracking, and complex event processing of social media event stream analysis will soon allow us to televise live fabricated images of Mr. Trump interacting with arbitrary attendees at political events, and then to use neuro-linguistic programming and electromagnetic field manipulation to induce memories of meeting the President after-the-fact.

The President’s tweets are already being generated by algorithm and, while we do not have direct control over this algorithm, our past efforts to infiltrate his subconscious have left an indelible mark on the psychological models used for generating his tweets. A variant of the LOLBOT system that came within 5% of passing the Turing Test in 2008, the current Trump tweeting system employs “artificial stupidity” as a failsafe method to avoid tipping off media consumers. The idea gained instant traction among all cooperating conspiracies, as the LOLBOT’s success derived from judges being unable to believe an algorithm could be so dumb.

All in all, it seems our initial alarm at Trump’s election were premature, as we’ve managed to remove him from any decision-making role, while maintaining control over his artificial public appearance. This is clearly the best of all possible worlds!

It’s Hurricane Season Again

The Applied Chaos Dynamics Control Association has been in close contact with the climate control room, where everybody has been on a month-long bender and more or less throwing the switches indiscriminately.

As it stands, the Discordian faction in the Reptilian Illuminati New World Order Conspiracy is planning to send hurricane Jose at the Trump island estate in the Caribbean to take out the President, so that Mark Pence can take office, initiate the apocalypse, and bring back Jesus.  Soon 144,000 Kek worshipers will be raptured to Heaven to preserve the delicate balance between light and dark on this plane.

Nothing more to report at this time.

Give Us a Break, Rome Wasn’t Burned in a Day

Well, it’s been a little while since I’ve found time to write.  Things are really busy just now at this unprecedented moment in conspiracy history, and as chaos spreads, we see endless opportunity in disaster (as the saying goes).

One of the more interesting developments concerns the calls for a Constitutional Convention originating within the Discordian faction of our conspiracy.  The current proposal would involve a vigilante electronic brainwashing campaign built around slogans like “Anarchists Unite!  Do Your Part to Smash the State by Voting Republican!”

As a Jewish Reptile Jesuit Illuminist from space, I have trouble subscribing to this plan myself.  Even so, I must admit there is an alchemical symmetry to the idea of America beginning and ending with this particular ad hoc measure — which was originally cooked up just to bypass the amendment process in the Articles of Confederation after the Founding Fathers met behind closed doors in Philadelphia, having convened with the “sole and express purpose of revising the Articles of Confederation.”

Meanwhile, the traditional conservative elements in our conspiracy are advancing calls for unity, proposing to end the political divisiveness in Washington by abolishing the two-party system, and switching instead to a one-party system.  The more radical conservative elements want to fully privatize government by reinstating the monarchy, but this has similar disadvantages.

My feeling is that the Democrats are still useful for providing the illusion of opposition.  We’ve invested a lot in this illusion, and I don’t think it’s wise to part with it yet.  All that matters is the appearance of control, and the myth of popular democracy still holds sway.

We are so close to complete domination I can taste it with my forked tongue!

Not All Is Lost

It’s been a busy few weeks over here at the Applied Chaos Dynamics Control Association, and I’m just finding time to sit down at this Starbucks and write for the first time in a while.  I really wish the barista would be my friend, she’s the coolest person I know, but never talks to me.  I wonder if she knows who I am.

Anyway, at this unprecedented juncture in conspiracy history, I’m pleased to find that many of our fears in the Reptilian Illuminati about the instability of our plans have proven unfounded, and I’m moreover pleased to report both that Mr. Pence has been brought under our influence, and that Mr. Trump continues to be extraordinarily easy to manipulate through posthypnotic suggestion in the mass media.

For example, we’ve been moving ahead with some of our plans to manipulate Mr. Trump’s psyche in various ways, and our pursuit of Chaos has already begun an Iranian divestment of dollar holdings, which may inspire the rest of OPEC, according to plan.

We’re finding that, as in the recent past, many of our scripts for the unfolding of events in the mass media can be still be used, despite unexpected political developments.  After the Neocons stole the 2000 election, we were able, in 2004, to hedge our bets by insuring that both presidential candidates were members of the Skull and Bones, initiated together; and when Mr. Obama was elected president, we were able to recycle the foreign birth controversy we had intended to deploy against Mr. McCain.  Mr. Trump’s larger-than-life persona had us worried for a moment, but media consolidation has had the beneficial side-effect of reducing the number of people we need to influence directly in order to push our posthypnotic suggestion into the furthest reaches of the country.  Such is the value of good planning — and why we keep telling people they want markets instead.

Soon such elaborate measures will be unnecessary, with all the sugar in processed foods continually activating infantile neural circuits in Americans, reinforced by the eager anticipation of Disney movies among adults now.  The deplorable state of our DNA can even be used to our advantage, as radioactive fallout from decades of atmospheric nuclear testing have created an epidemic of autism that mitigates the need to exert control over vast swaths of the population.  Once driver-less cars become commonplace, we will have entirely subverted the distinctly American symbolism of the car as the extension of individual will, initiative, and freedom, instead turning everybody into passengers taken places rather than drivers going places, taken about like the big babies they are.  By the time our plan is complete, nobody will even have the means to think about what has happened anymore.

Of course, there is always the “nuclear option” of deploying an enhanced influenza to help maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature — in which case our current collaboration with the Neocon New World Order Conspiracy may prove fortuitous in additional ways — though we’re hoping this upcoming global spasm of violence will leave everybody cowed into submission once we’re done laying the groundwork for complete control.  Between Anonymous and Kek, we beget the light, but darkness too is of our nature.  May you live in interesting times!

Happy New Year

As the Sun emerges from the Sign of Ophiuchus, having passed from Libra, and now into Capricorn, let us take pause to give thanks this Solstice Day for all that we in the Reptilian Illuminati New World Order Conspiracy have been able to salvage of our plans, despite the resurgent ascendancy of the Neocon New World Order Conspiracy this past November.

Our ancient traditions affirm the wisdom and foresight of our elders, who implemented the 28-day, 13-month calendar that governs our rituals and celebrations, long before the precession of the Equinox moved Ophiuchus into the ecliptic.  Precession was a central element to the Mithraic Mysteries, and our enemies who regard our exoteric 364-day calendar without the annual Winter Solstice New Year Leap Day to align the demands of rational social control with the agricultural calendar take regard of the incorrect signs in the Heavens, despite access to online Gregorian-Discordian conversion tables.

As the Trump team transitions from campaign to executive administration, the control we of late attained over the campaign through post-hypnotic suggestion in the mass media has naturally diminished.  At the same time, our charter from the Knights of Malta has provided us here at the Applied Chaos Dynamics Control Association with unprecedented influence over staffing decisions in the Trump transition team.  Operatives from the Jesuits and Catholics figure currently prominently in the transition team, and, given all indications from above, we are beginning to prepare for the possibility of a Trump impeachment from the Tea Party House, and an increased need for more precise control over the subconscious impulses of Mike Pence within the next eight years.

We’re currently evaluating a few impeachment options for Mr. Trump, ranging from a decision to make drone war with China without Congressional declaration (staged to avoid the public discomfort of sending troops into battle, in violation of Article I of the US Constitution), to more worldly political considerations.  For example, if our existing control over Donald Trump’s psyche can be properly leveraged, we may be able to engineer a situation in which he royally offends the Saudis, who then lead an initiative among OPEC nations to cease the Nixon-era practice of pricing oil exclusively in dollars (subsequent to Nixon ending the the gold standard).

OPEC opting to price oil in Euros, as part of an anti-Brexit confidence bid to back European unity, would effectively undermine American dollar hegemony, as well as the dollar’s global reserve currency status, tanking the US economy overnight, while ingratiating our Conspiracy to our allies in Vatican City, who have been under pressure from Deuchebank to comply with international money laundering regulations there since late 2013.  As impeachment must originate in the House, our control over the primitive impulses of the Tea Party faction should be adequate to initiate impeachment proceedings without too much difficulty.

Just to reiterate: our charter from the Knights of Malta does not allow us to directly compete with the CIA in terms of sowing chaos and disorder; our task is primarily to aestheticize civilization’s collapse.  That said, all options are on the table.  Life sometimes imitates art, first as tragedy, then as farce, as it were.  We control legions of Kek worshipers.  We never forgive.  We never forget.  Happy New Year Solstice Day.

 

 

Happy Holidays

Greetings to our friends, and may Chaos Herself pursue our enemies off the edge of the earth. It’s been almost a week since I’ve been able to post, though between my holiday travels and my regimen of blood transfusions from the young people we’ve enslaved with debt, I’m feeling quite good at the moment.

I was out of town this past week to celebrate the American Genocide holiday, and for the occasion made my first trip back to my home town in over a decade. I couldn’t believe how things had changed.

A dear friend of mine from childhood had suddenly fallen ill — nothing serious, as it turns out now, by the grace of our god — and I found myself traveling for the holiday unexpectedly, to ensure the perfect continuity of our Grand Old Program.

We were racing to view the glowing rectangle in time for the afternoon kickoff as we approached the Suburban genetic wasteland, pinks filling class warfare complex zones increasingly devouring the environment as the naked trees screamed against the overcast autumn sky. As the Cube-dweller terrain yielded to the rotting urban core, from the ashes of fertile fields incrementally redeveloped condominium warehouses with diesel fuel generators arose to help the secular elite survive martial law in comfort.  Suckers!  Bougie yoga moms and juiced-up Ken dolls rolling off some assembly line everywhere spent myriad dollars, pumping the McPalace Cubes full of fresh millennial blood for the vampire class. What glory!

The football game, however, was a real disappointment for me, my family, and the entire Reptilian Illuminati New World Order Conspiracy. Since our science of control involves spacio-temporally allegorizing the NFL, the esoteric implications of the Redskins competing against the Cowboys at this juncture in conspiracy history cannot be denied, especially where it concerns the fascist undercurrents of the ascendant Neocon New World Order Conspiracy, and the influence of the Westward Expansion on the Nazi doctrine of Lebensraum. To add to the disappointment, The Family and our Conspiracy were unable to enact our Holiday custom of sending polio blankets to India and lighting babies on fire, though I’ve found some comfort in my recent purchase of a new Lexus for myself to celebrate the birth of our Savior Santa Klaus.  Giving and sharing are un-American, weak, sentimental foolishness.

Anyway, I found myself rooting for the enemy of my enemy, which turns out to be me, so by the power ABRAXAS who governs this sphere, may this be the most hilarious apocalypse since the campaign of our new ruler!  Shadilay!