HOW TO DISASSEMBLE AN ATOMIC STATE (and Turn it Back into Common Household Items)
Hypnofiction written Sep 18 2023
THE DAY THE CLOWN DIED AT FOX NEWS
Chapter 1 Zero Day Exploit
The News Clown Union Local 404 was in distress.
Senior prime-time News Clown, Sean Hannity, was animatedly interviewing Political Actors Union 665 member Vivek Ramaswami in a pre-scripted mock grilling on his nightly hour-long Fake News Hour of Rage™ show when it happened.
Instead of reading his usual carefully orchestrated script of hostile acerbic banter he accidentally ad-libbed one fateful question. He failed to get the wording correct and blurted out an embarrassingly poignant assertion instead.
He accused Ramaswami, “You said welfare to Israel, our number one ally, the only democracy in the region, should end in 2028.”
The problem was, of course, the word “welfare.” He should have used the term “aid.” In a flurry of bloviating he had mentally transposed the words.
Vivek quickly responded, “Wrong Sean. What I said was…” His words were interrupted by a deafening blast of Hannity’s News Clown Union 404 standard-issued 140 decibel air horn. “What I really said was…”
Another loud teeth-rattling blast was followed by a smug smirk from Hannity on the split screen.
“Will you let me finish? What I said was…” but it was too late.
The Neuro Linguistic Programming mental anchor had been firmly planted.
Due to a malfunctioning earpiece the men in the control room could not stop the clown. Hannity was still oblivious to what he had done when the segment ended and the avalanche of perception he had let loose over the airwaves hit the proverbial fan.
Zombies all over the North American Commercial Zone had digested the brand new newspeak anchor term and were quickly growing in their levels of outrage. “Welfare” was the dog whistle for “mooching” -a loathsome practice reserved for the dregs of society, drug addicts, losers, immigrants, and homeless lazy bums that pissed on the streets and subway platforms. The Jews were moochers and everyone knew it now that Hannity had pointed it out to them.
“The Jews are beggars living off our tax dollars. If Hannity said it then it was practically an official government statement.” -one man in Florida thought to himself.
On the other side of the political fence the liberals suddenly found themselves agreeing with Hannity. The News Clowns on the left were eagerly waiting for a list of talking points from Cenk Uyugur, president of their own union office directly across the hall from News Clown 404, that would prove to their audience that Israel was actually giving something of value back for the billions of dollars spent on her every year.
Recently, the Israeli tourism board had launched an advertising campaign encouraging all Jews to come to visit the new, better Israel: bragging about how she was the new Silicon Valley of the East, had the lowest corporate tax rates anywhere, and how she provided the highest standard of living in the world.
This only made matters worse.
How could Israel get so much milk out of the US government tit?
It’s not like they were the 51st state!
They were a foreign country!
And all this time the American middle working class were tightening their XXXL waistlines, sacrificing, and rationing their food stamps trying to make ends meet. This was an outrage! It was, after all the Hannity Hour of Rage™. Anything he announced deserved (no required!) their patriotic hatred!
At his home in Little Rock Arkansas, ignorant pig farmer Herb Souza turned to his wife and said, “I’ll bet all Jews are liberal Democrats too!”
He was correct of course.
It was a calculated hunch on his part. But it felt like the smart thing to say so he said it. Millions of his fellow Americans were simultaneously having the same thought.
Chapter 2 THE CLOWN AND HIS LEACH
Hannity was fired by the end of the hour.
He immediately got on the phone with his attorney Alan Dershowitz.
“Don’t worry”, the celebrity lawyer said, “I’ll do with you what I did for Tucker.”
“6 months on Twitter, then I’ll get you your own show on CNN. It will mean, of course, that you will have to pretend to be liberal. Can you do that?”
“Of course I can!” Hannity shouted indignantly. “I’m a professional clown!”
“Listen Alan, CNN had better pay me the going union rates. I aint working for free. I got talent! It takes talent to book guests, slander em, twist words, and honk over their replies to make their rebuttals unintelligible. Bloviating is hard work! And I’ve got it down to a science!”
“Yeah, you sure do.” Dershowitz agreed. “You are a world class asshole…”
A horn blast suddenly shattered his concentration and blew his hair back from the phone’s ear piece.
“I meant… News Clown.”
“That’s right! WORLD class!” Hannity basked in his own glory.
“But you will have to make some changes.”
“Like what?”
“Well, you besmirched the reputation of Israel so no one can touch you with the proverbial 11-foot pole. You touched the 3rd rail. That means you have to be punished.”
“Punished? Isn’t 6 months in Twitter purgatory enough punishment?”
“Oy Vey, I’m sorry but we have to make an example of you, you know, to make the other News Clowns extra careful about referencing Israel with the wrong words.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Plastic surgery.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry, I got just the guy lined up, he used to be Michael Jackson’s doctor. If there’s anyone with experience at making people unrecognizable it is good ol Dr. Molech Schwartzenbutcher.”
“But…” he started to say, and for the first time in his life he found himself at a loss for words.
He reflexively fumbled for his air horn. It had become a void filler. But before he could draw it out of its holster Alan got the drop on him.
“Look, we put you on Twitter, your show is a flop. We make it a point to insinuate that no one will monetize you because of back door pressure from my tribe at all the highest levels. Just like we did to Kanye and Musk. It must remain a universal rule that you don’t talk about the Jews. We can’t make any exceptions, you understand. So, you retire in humiliation and abject poverty to Tijuana never to be heard from again. Then we get your face fixed. Not much, just enough to convince people it is not you. You have a brother don’t you?
Yeah…” he replied cautiously, “You mean Jake?”
“That’s right, Jake.”
“Got any photos of him?”
“Sure, I’m looking at one right now.”
“He’s about your size, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, he’s 2 years younger than me though.”
“Perfect!”
“We make you look like him and then kill him.”
“Kill Jake?”
“Yes! Then we hide the body and pull the old switcheroo! Just like I did for Epstein.”
“Is Jake married?”
“Yes. Wife and two daughters.”
“Hmmm. We’ll have to kill them too.”
“We’ll make it a car crash and Jake, or you actually, will be the only survivor. I got a Mossad team that can do it.”
“Kill Jake’s whole family?”
“Sure. Don’t worry, we do it all the time. You know, I’m not really Alan Dershowitz. I’m Mordechai Dershowitz. We did the same thing to my brother 12 years ago. Me and Woody Allen have the same plastic surgeon.”
“Then we give you a new stage name. How about Shawn Vanity?”
“Don’t you think anyone will notice the similarity?”
“Nah. The zombies? They have the attention span of fruit flies.”
No one even noticed that we switched out Biden just before the election so why would they notice this?”
“Well, anything beats getting an honest job.”
“How much is this gonna cost me?”
“About 2 million for the plastic surgery. 14 million for the identity transfer. 3 million for the hit team from Tel Aviv and 63 million for my legal fees… give or take a couple million.”
“What!? That’s everything I have! Ah, ya blood-sucking Jew! You’re killing me!”
“It’s what I do.”
“I’ll send you the papers tomorrow.”
They both hung up the phone.
Expensive, but at least he won’t be back to working the children’s parties type jobs usually dished out at the Union Hall, Hannity pondered. The future was looking bright for Sean Hannity, or so he thought as he was cleaning out his desk at Fox News.
Chapter 3 THE WORD BUNKER
But it was too late.
The idea that Israel would not be on welfare forever was out. Loose. Running wild through the minds of sheeple all over the North American Commercial Zone. They were already pondering how soon the umbilical cord would be cut. The sooner the better.
Some were already contemplating how they would spend their extra tax refund money now that taxes would have to go down from the current 99% to probably 89%. The math was fuzzy to them but it did not matter. Americans all over the corn belt were booking vacation trips. In Kentucky there was panic buying of Twinkies, Mountain Dew and toilet paper in anticipation of the post-Israel peace dividend checks that would soon be forthcoming in the mail.
The reality tunnel had been created.
The minds of the sheep had been future tracked and they returned to the present with good tidings of great joy.
Even though it had happened just minutes ago the reaction spread like a grassfire in Hawaii.
Soon memes would start flooding the internet.
Back at Unit 8200 headquarters in basement sub-floor 65 below the Capitol Building in Washington DC they had already detected the 1st one.
It was put out onto GAB by Bob Turk aka “Cavesquatch” a former Qanon with IP address 189.73.192.158. It was crude but effective. Soon others would follow.
From sub-floor 65 Director of the Goyim management office, Arch-Rabbi Hymen Naphtali Lipshitz, AKA “Hymie” to his friends, quickly speed-dialed millionaire woo-woo media star Alex Jones for an emergency distraction countermeasure. He was the fix-it man for just such an emergency and was on call 24/7.
Alex, head down on his desk, was snorting his favorite blend of nose candy like a supercharged Dyson tornado vaccum at exactly the minute when the Bet phone (as he liked to call it) rang. He picked it up.
“What can I do for you oh ultra-glorious Arch Rabbi…”
Hymie interrupted him before he could finish.
“Never mind all that we got an emergency! Did you hear that clown, Hannity?”
“Heard it? I was there! My studio is right next to his. We’re in the same News Clown Union, Local 404. We share the same writing staff. It’s easier to coordinate the right wing narrative that way. We throw the Nerf® football after the show. They just gave me his office. They want me to take over his show. I’m taking his desk for a test drive right now.”
“OK. Enough already. Are you high?” Hymie interrupted.
“Well, maybe a little. I’m celebrating.” Alex replied sheepishly.
“I gotta get in character for the show. I’m a maniac crying DOOM! We start recording in 10 minutes.”
“Great!” he told Alex, “Here’s tomorrow’s fear porn headline: Directed Energy Weapon attack turned North Africa into a desert.”
Psychologically Alex was lost and floating for what seemed like the time it takes to flush a toilet.
“It’s already a desert!”
“How am I supposed to sell THAT?”
“Listen to me. Here’s how you lead: Archeological evidence just published proves that the ancient glass found all over the Sahara that has baffled scientists for years could only have been created by intense heat over 2700 degrees. Just 3 hours ago, a team of international scientists has determined it must have come from a huge Death Star weapon that destroyed Mars and singed Earth just at that latitude. We can use some broken segments of old Guinness Stout beer bottles as props. Go get some, break them up, and take them to the studio as evidence.”
“But…” Alex sputtered.
“I’ll call up Crisis Actors Union 118 and get you some top Academics we keep on standby that you can interview over Skype with a green screen backdrop of the desert. Give me 10 minutes to set it up.”
“Also,” he continued, “I want you to abruptly break into this for your second story -before anyone can think too much about the first one.”
“Tell em a crazed MAGA supporter crashed the White House gate in a van with a home made cheese bomb in the back. Tell them it was made of military grade Limburger. Get a Skype interview with Michael Jaco as your expert.”
“Tell them it was disguised as a crack pipe that would be triggered when Hunter lit it.
Call it a Crack Pipe Bomb. It is an instant headline. Are you writing this down?”
“Uh…” Alex frantically searched the desk drawers for some paper scattering the white powder in his haste.
“Do it NOW!”
Chapter 4 WHY YOU SHOULD ALWAYS HAVE YOUR CARDIOLOGIST NEARBY
Hymie felt for the wall switch and turned the dim lights in the bunker up all the way.
It was time to go into full action.
He turned to the next desk and jumped 6 inches straight up in the air.
“Jumpin Jehosaphat!”
Jeffrey Epstein said, “Hey Boss, I got here as soon as I could. What do you need me to do?”
“Jeffrey! I know your voice but I barely recognized you with your new face! How’s the plastic surgery going?”
“They reattached my foreskin yesterday, I’m still a little sore but I’ll make it. The transition to Gentile is pretty thorough. I hope it’s worth it. They say I’ll need it on my next assignment. I still got 3 more years till I can retire with full Mossad pension.”
“Good to hear it! Get Putin on the line. Tell him to immediately start a new battle in Ukraine.” Tell him, “Make it super-bloody. Don’t spare the ketchup.”
He turned to his propaganda coordinator Oren Yogev, “Get that guy we got on the payroll in Texas, the butt ranger or health ranger or whatever he calls himself, Mike Adams, on the phone. Have him explain to his audience how it is a bad idea to cut off aid from Israel. Have him specifically explain that it is not welfare. I don’t care how he does it. He must make his audience believe that Israel and America have the same enemies and the same problems and they need to stick together. Blame this all on Soros if he has to.”
“I got it!” Hymie announced, “He can do it in between dire warnings about an exclusive brand new health scare for his paranoid followers.”
“Let’s see… a chemical in the MyPillow™ foam stuffing! He tested the foam in his lab and found it full of Neutrons and Protons! Then we can get Mike Lindell to fly into a frenzy of manic incoherent rebuttals! Call them both. Start a feud. Make the goyim take the sides of their heroes.”
Hymie opened his desk drawer, pulled out a fifth of Manischewitz and sucked it down in one long cartoonish swig reminiscent of a flushing toilet bowl.
“This is going to be one long night.” He thought.
Chapter 5 DINNER AND A DOUBLE BIND FOR TWO
While the stomachs turned at sub-floor 65 Unit 8200 HQ other stomachs were growling inside the Le Petite Chef at the View in NYC.
World famous News Clown Sean Hannity was sitting down to dinner with Ainsley Earhardt, his main squeeze and primary cause of his divorce, in the revolving restaurant on the 48th floor of the Marriot Marquis. They were both News Clowns and Ainsley had union seniority but she never held it over Sean’s head as a bargaining chip.
Dinner conversation immediately opened with a typical Hannity assault on Democrats sounding like a practice run for his opening monolog.
“Tonight that paragon of progressive virtue, AOC, is trying to push through a bill that would require transvestites to monitor all of our carbon emissions.” he blurted arrogantly across the table in his outdoor voice.
Ainsley said in a tense low voice, “Can you for once stay out of character? Let’s just enjoy our dinner and keep the office talk out of it. Sometimes I think that job is an obsession with you. Nobody cares about that stale propaganda anymore.”
Sean looked puzzled.
“I heard you got fired today.”
“It’s officially an unpaid leave.” He replied.
There was a pregnant silence between them.
“It has to go through the proper union grievance procedure to stick. You know that.” He added.
Another silence passed between them.
“Those transvestites! Storybook hour wasn’t enough…” he started up again.
She closed her eyes.
“What color are my eyes?”
He thought for a minute then answered “Blue.”
“You’re guessing.”
“No I’m not. They’re the most beautiful blue I’ve ever seen.”
She lifted her lids revealing her hazel eyes.
“I’m colorblind. How do you expect me to answer?”
She looked at him intently and asked, “If there was one thing about me physically that you could change what would it be?”
Sean, for the second time in his life, found himself at a loss for words.
He stared at her blankly for what seemed like a week.
He found himself trapped in a clever double bind.
Hannity blew his air horn to break the tension. A passing waiter dropped his tray of food and glassware. Ainsley’s ears were ringing. Her hair looked like she had been struck by lightning. She had a sleight concussion and her retinas were slightly loosened but was glad she couldn’t hear him anymore. She washed a couple Quaaludes down with the glass of wine in her hand.
Just then both of their smart phones simultaneously rang an emergency news alert via the mandatory News Clown Union Collaboration App and the headline appeared on the screen…
“MAKE ISRAEL THE 51st STATE” was the trending meme throughout the US Division of the North American Commercial Zone.
Both looked at it in stunned astonishment.
Hannity told the gaggle of waiters who were sweeping up the glass, “Bring us a bottle of bourbon!”
“Make that two!” Ainsley added in slightly slurred words. She was already slinking down into her chair as the Quaaludes were taking effect.
Chapter 6 KAMPF UM DAS JUDISCHE WUNDERSCHAFT
Back on sub-floor 65 Director of the Goyim management office, Hymen Lipshitz, mumbled to himself, “I sure picked a bad week to stop sniffing glue.”
“Can somebody tell me where this stupid “MAKE ISRAEL THE 51st STATE” meme originated? It’s not organic.”
“Feivel, do a search.” He barked at the young analyst next to him. Only his eyes were visible above the monitor.
“I already did.” Zev Feivel replied.
“Well… don’t keep me in suspense. We don’t have all this equipment for nothing. Should I guess or do I have to waterboard you?”
“It’s The Harbinger.”
“The Harbinger?” Hymie’s eyes widened to the size of Marty Feldman’s golf balls.
“That kook! It can’t be.”
“Nobody reads his drivel.”
“I do.” Zev said.
“Me too.” Akiva Ichabod, at the computer next to him chimed in.
“You two read him because I assigned you to read him. He babbles on about mind control techniques and hypnotism and… and… card tricks… stuff no one wants to hear about. Who ever heard of the Child Ego State? No one! He’s a quack! He comes across as a bat-shit loon! Only about 20 people read him and most of them are Nazis who are frustrated that he’s not racist enough.”
“I learned a lot from him.” Zev said.
“Me too.” Akiva agreed.
“Do you realize that he makes all that stuff up? It’s not in any textbook on Earth! I checked!”
“Yeah, but he gives us ideas. He describes propaganda techniques in detail without the big words that confuse people so that anyone can understand them. Anyone! And he doesn’t use conventional paragraph format. I like it. It has a rhythm to it. It flows – like ancient Hebrew.” Akiva rebutted.
Hymie scroaned (which is a scream and a groan done simultaneously, usually with a roll of the eyes). “He’s a crank. A crackpot. A buffoon!” He fumed.
“Trump is a buffoon. People listen to him.” Zev parleyed.
“They don’t actually listen. They just sort of just bask in his presence. He doesn’t really say anything. Don’t you know that old saying, ‘In the world of the Orangutans the one that’s most orange is the king’? They can smell one of their own.” Hymie ranted. “Besides, we own Trump. He’s a card-carrying member of the Actors Union. He says whatever we pay him to say.”
“But this guy’s dangerous because he’s poking around in stuff he has no business to be poking around in!”
“Yeah, but he’s on GAB so no one has ever heard of him. There are only a couple hundred real live flesh and blood people on GAB. And Torba has sand-boxed him so much that no one is ever going to hear his musings. He has to get on Reddit or Substack and we have those tied up tight.” Akiva explained. “All reality tunnels are carefully controlled, sir.”
“We should kill him.” Hymie said with bloodlust in his smile.
“Aw, don’t do that. He’s writing hypnotic stories now. He calls them Metastories.
He’s right in the middle of one right now! It’s a comedy, I think. I can’t wait to see how it ends.” Said Zev.
“And he turned me on to Phillip K. Dick. That man was a genius. Now, I all I really want to be is a Dick Head.” Said Akiva.
Hymie rolled his eyes. “Oy Vey! Mission accomplished there.”
Chapter 7 THE ARIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY
“That’s another reason to kill him! Look Zev, I told you and the other guys on the Goy Watch -Loose Cannon Division Subunit 777 Task Force Code Name ‘Nahash Treehouse’ to keep an eye on him. You weren’t supposed to enjoy it.” Hymie was starting to lose his marbles right in front of them.
“I did. I monitored his every keystroke. I warned you about this exact meme. It was in my July report.” Zev said.
“What?” Hymie stopped cold. “Oh. I er… didn’t read it yet.”
“I know.”
“How do you know?”
“He said that would happen.”
“Who?”
“The Harbinger.”
“What? How did he know?” The veins in Hymie’s forehead were bulging out again.
“One of his babblings is how to predict the future while inside the God Ego State.” Zev said with a slight smile.
“You’re kidding!”
“Not at all.” Zev explained. “He said that because of our new ability to collect so many Yottabytes of data we would be overwhelmed by it like a recurring daily tidal wave –unable to sort through it all. So it would therefore all become useless to us.”
“Huh, that’s what Shay Hershkovitz has been saying for years –and he should know. He’s one of our top intel analysts. He said our only hope is to use AI to sort it all out for us, discarding the mundane and focusing on the important data. Clear the log jam. The project is underway.” Hymie explained.
“But AI doesn’t work. It can’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Because computers can’t think metaphorically like we can. And they can’t discern lies from the truth. Computers are literal. Only humans can understand other humans since we are the only metaphorical beings on Earth. Our whole language and communications system is based on metaphors. It is the ultimate form of cryptography that no computer can ever break or understand."
"So, computers can never really read our words. They can only retrieve them. But they will never understand the meaning of the terms ‘relevance’ or ‘analogy’ like we do.”
“And,” Hymie injected condescendingly, “that is why we have crowd sourced the AI’s results to small groups of humans like XPRIZE. They check for relevance. They are our quality control.”
Zev shook his head, “Yes but the 'crowd' focuses too narrowly on any topic we want it to focus on. Due to security concerns they are never allowed to see the big picture. We have them compartmentalized. Because of our paranoid rules they can’t innovate. They aren’t allowed to think outside the box.”
“Right! That part is our job. It’s up to us Jews to do that. We are the deciders.
Who told you all this pseudo-philosophical gibberish?”
“The Harbinger.”
“Again? Cripes! Can we turn him?”
“Probably not.”
“Why not?”
“He’s self-described as Born Again. He won’t compromise his pursuit of righteousness.”
“Everybody compromises righteousness when the right amount of torture is applied.”
“Jesus didn’t.”
There was a brief silence as Hymie stopped to think intently about that. Then he snapped out of it.
“So he’s a Christian. It’s easy to get Christians to help Jews. We got the Pope to do it.”
“He says we’re not Jews. We’re the Synagogue of Satan. The Beast system.”
“He thinks he has God on his side: God, righteousness, and the Adult Ego State.”
“We have God on our side!” Hymie shouted.
“And what exactly is the Adult Ego State?”
“It’s in my February report from 2022. I’ll print you off a copy. And a copy of the July report concerning our current problem… Make Israel 51” Zev turned to another computer to pull up the files.
https://gab.com/thelastfreemindinapostQworld/posts/110759296123710706
“Aw, Judas Priest!”
“Where’s Rush Limbaugh when we need him?”
“Get me Roger Stone!”
“Get me everybody!”
“I told you to keep an eye on him!” Hymie fumed.
“See, that’s an example of a metaphor!” Zev said, pleased with himself.
Chapter 8 EVERYBODY
It was the biggest Zoom conference call ever in the history of the planet called Earth.
Every Jew, every crypto-Jew, every sayanim alive was there, on mute of course, with video shut off, all wearing their funny little hats.
Despite this the computer servers in basement sub-floor 65 below the Capitol Building were still struggling to route the bandwidth. Even Roger Stone was there. In fact, he asked the first question.
“Am I reading this correctly? Have we lost control of our zombie slaves in the United States Commercial Zone?”
“Das ist correct.” Klaus Schwab announced in his usual slow uninspiring tone. “Vee haf lost control of da narrative vee haf so carefully cultivated. Now our lives unt our refuge land are in peril.”
“It’s gotta be important if you called me, the great Roger Stone! Only my uncanny political abilities can save us.”
Despite the stray giggles and one audible, “Oh, God” he continued.
“Now, the way I see it this isn’t really a pressing problem. Israel can’t just be annexed. It’s an independent state. It has its own UN seat! There are just too many complications to making it an official part of the United States. This won’t… this can’t happen overnight no matter how many Americans want it to…”
“We understand that, Mr. Stone.” Interrupted Roson Rosonblahblah the Executive Director of the Theater Division at AIPAC. “What you said is the general gist of the talking points that we are, even now, providing to our many actors in the political sector from the POTUS to the State Governors all the way down to the local mayors of each and every town in the USA as well as the News Clowns. Most are present here today in this virtual conference.”
Roson Rosonblahblah continued, “That is not the issue. The issue is the issue itself. If the sheeple of the world keep obsessing night and day about Israel they will be fixed in purpose. They will begin to ignore all other issues, like crabgrass and the Kardashians, as they are even now doing, perceiving them as secondary in importance. It is difficult to hide in the shadows if there are no shadows to hide in.”
“So the problem is that the people feel they have been ripped off.” Stone said, tapping his chin in a thoughtful manner, “…that they should be getting a peace dividend for all the billions of dollars spent to create and maintain Israel. Stated in simple terms they’re pissed off!”
“So why don’t we just stop openly funding Israel? Cut the cord. That way they got nothing to complain about. It’s all water under the bridge.”
“That is not our way, Mr. Stone.” A deep angry voice with a slightly Prussian accent bellowed. “ We could easily provide Israel with all of its financial needs. We have more money than all the other people in the world combined. The reason we have governments send their money to Israel is that it is a form of tribute.”
The scary voice continued, “Contrary to popular belief, Mr. Stone, Israel is not just a country. It is the headquarters of global organized crime. Our true leaders who are here today but wish to remain anonymous -even from us, The Chosen, must extract an obligatory enforced payment paid in fear -so that they can assure all occupied nations that they are safe. In other words, ‘It would be a tragic thing if something should happen to a pretty nation such as yours’, wouldn’t it Mr. Stone? That is why we did 9-11, to send a message.”
“Think of Israel as a global insurance company.” the voice said in an almost fatherly caring tone.
“We rule the world with an iron fist! Except on weekends and banking holidays.” the voice ended.
Roger then realized. These people are all narcissistic lunatics -the kind that seem sane right up until the last moment. In an odd way he felt at home among them. He wondered whose voice that was. It sounded like Kissinger but he knew it wasn’t Henry because Henry started every sentence by addressing him as “Fischlippen.”
“I… see.” Roger finally understood what Nixon was getting at on those late nights when he was drinking heavily. Everyone at the meeting understood. There was silence for about 20 whole seconds as the realization dug deep into the minds of the uninitiated that were present. There would be no political compromise. Israel must be an openly parasite state. It’s the principle of global demoralization behind it.
Chapter 9 ROGER STONE SAVES HANNITY
Roger decided to change the subject. “So what do we know about this particular piece of propaganda? If I read this Unit 8200 intel report correctly it was created by some guy on GAB back in July? Really, GAB? Ha! I thought all GAB was just a bunch of Nazis exchanging memes all day -perpetually frustrated that they can’t make any headway against us.”
“They are.” Andrew Torba spoke up. “Mostly. No control system is 100%. For some reason a sleepwalking zombie wakes up once biannually on average. He is usually triggered by a feeling of overwhelming futility but that usually corrects itself within a day or so. Sometimes he just needs a good night’s sleep. So we drug him at home through the SMART water supply or place a mild hallucinogen on his toothbrush and let the Feds pay him a surprise visit. It works every time.”
Stone looked down at his hard copy, “It also says that he already Beta-tested it with bumper stickers on a limited basis. And it says that the victims were afraid to remove the stickers for fear of being labeled ‘Anti-Semites,’ that’s clever. It’s like a meme judo aspect. Ha Ha.”
“What I don’t fully comprehend…” interrupted Mendel Menachem from the US Department of Excess Redundancy, “is if they hate us why are they trying to annex us?”
“Simple,” Roger retorted. “If Israel becomes a State, then under Federal Laws we will be under much greater scrutiny. Look, there’s a link in this report where he spells it out. https://gab.com/thelastfreemindinapostQworld/posts/110759296123710706
In effect, we would be kept on a very short leash, same as all the other states. There are transparency and accountability laws. Do you want Gentiles looking at your books telling you how to run your country? We would have to let blacks and Mexicans pour into our borders. Have you ever smelled a ripe Mexican up close? Cripes! They eat beans all day!”
Roger then paused and openly wondered while tapping his chin some more, “So if he already made this up in July why is it taking off now? Most people on social media don’t have enough energy to scratch their own balls let alone get involved in determining their own destinies.”
Shmuley Shlomo, history professor at Tel Aviv University School of Joint Special Operations for Gentiles answered, “The spark that started all of this appears to be what is now known as the ‘Welfare Accident’ on the Hannity News Clown show, the Hour of Rage™. It triggered a deep resentment feature in the psyche of the average zombie that cascaded into all the other resentment tropes in a matter of hours. It created the notion that Jews are to blame for everything, including Fluoride in the water, Pornography, Spongebob cartoons and Maroon 5.”
Immediately, Asher Axel, the Grand Cyclops of the Global News Clown Union™ began to apologize profusely for the incident, almost in tears.
He was followed by Szlama Sassoon, Rabbi of the Kadoori Synagogue of the Half-Breed Crypto Jews of India who assured everyone listening that Vivek Ramaswami, Nikki Haley, Dr. Shiva Ayyadurai, Bobby Jindahl, and Tulsi Gabbard had been properly tortured, drugged, and rehabilitated and were now working tirelessly to undo the damage done by Hannity.
“Now wait a minute.” Stone cut into the groveling session, “I personally reviewed the Hannity-Ramaswami interview and that’s not what happened! He never said the word, ‘WELFARE’ not once!”
An audible stir rustled through the Zoom conference as the participants frantically tried to Google the event but to no avail. The ‘Welfare Accident’ had been carefully removed from the internet and all digital copies destroyed… except for one. There, on a moribund
http://Justin.tv
channel, recorded in the lowest quality video imaginable was the whole hour of the show.
For the first time in his life Roger Stone was telling the truth.
Chapter 10 DEBASEMENT IN THE BASEMENT
Back at Unit 8200 headquarters in basement sub-floor 65 below the Capitol Building in Washington DC Director of the Goyim management office, Hymie Lipshitz, was sniffing kosher glue like there was no tomorrow.
He had been in this business for 46 years. He had been lying since he was 8. He thought he had seen and heard it all. The glue was giving him a headache but he couldn’t stop. The situation was dire.
Someone had just handed him his ass on a platter. He fooled not just him but every last Jew (and Gentile for that matter) on the planet… except for that fish-lipped goomba Roger Stone -the last Jew in the world he would have expected to do anything except hard prison time.
“How could someone do this to us?” He was thinking out loud.
“Did he release LSD into the world’s water supply?”
“He must have a time machine!”
“How can you fight a meshugana goy with a time machine?!”
The glue was making him loopy.
“Ha! I never thought of it that way. You hit the nail right on the head, chief!”
Hymie turned around. There he was, Zev Feivel, the analyst he had assigned specifically to surveil The Harbinger, electronically, with a team of bots, an illegally installed keystroke counter, a phone tap, and a GPS locator on his old Buick just in case. It was all cheap electronic stuff but it was practically free to use. Not like the old days where you had to gang stalk a target that might or might not pan out.
We had him. We had him the whole time but he still managed to hit us right where it hurts.
“What was that you said, Wolfy?” he said, looking at Zev in his chair behind his bank of monitors. He called him Wolfy because both of his names, Zev, and Feivel, meant “wolf” the first one in Hebrew, the surname in Yiddish. He kind of looked like a wolf, now that he thought about it, with that goatee, his black Ashkenazi eyebrows, long teeth. Wow this glue was potent!
“The time travel aspect.” He clarified.
“That is what he talks about most. How hypnotism is like time travel.”
“Where are you going with this? Just spit it out already. You want a sniff of this?” Hymie offered up the glue bottle in his hand.
“Nah, it’ll give you a headache.”
“Look here Boss, did you ever lose your car in a parking lot?”
“What? Yeah, I know, the glue is going to eat my brain.”
“No, that’s not what I mean.” He apologized.
“Look, Harbinger says the reason you can’t remember where you left your car is because while you were walking through the parking lot your mind was already in the store. You were busy shopping and planning out your route, anticipating decisions about price and such. You were time traveling. You put yourself in an altered state of consciousness.”
“While you were in the parking lot you were ignoring the present. You can only see one thing at a time past, present or future.”
“But when you are projecting yourself ‘in the store’ you are not really seeing the future; you are seeing what you want or expect the future to be. At the same time you are missing the present. Get it?”
“OK, sure.” Hymie’s interest was piqued.
Chapter 11 THE HOLOCAUST
“If you think you can explain this you have my attention, Wolfy.”
Zev continued, “He writes a lot about future pacing but only touches briefly on past pacing.”
“You can also do the same for the past. You can be driving a car but at the same time reliving the argument you had with your wife just before you left –trying to figure out what you should have said or done. And then you arrive at work but you missed the whole drive because of it. In each case you sacrificed the present in order to ‘practice’ the future or the past. Or more correctly phrased: prepare for the future or correct the past.”
“But wait, we were all there in the past. We all saw it. We all heard it. It happened. It is or was reality! It changed somehow.” Hymie protested.
“No, you see, when you travel into the future in an altered state it is only a fantasy. A construct of your mind. And the past is the same. It is a re-creation of memory. The future requires wisdom and complete objectivity to construct it correctly.”
“If a child jumps off a roof with an umbrella he thinks it will open up and he will land gently like in a cartoon but it is a fantasy based on his ignorance. The same happens with memories. This is how false memories of child abuse can be implanted in a man or woman by regression therapy. It is a type of hypnosis.” Zev said in all earnestness.
“He hypnotized us?”
“Yes. You see, we all believe the in a past that we are told is reality.”
“There is one component that we have not touched on yet -the fantasy element of it all.”
“We do it all the time to the Goyim. The Holocaust never happened. We just implanted a false memory of it. We went to the trouble of leaving a trail of false clues for them to find in order to reinforce the certainty of the memory. Like in the Philip K Dick story Total Recall or as it was originally titled We Can Remember It For You Wholesale. A memory without physical proof may be just a delusion.”
“People believe stuff that happens to them without ever going back and double checking their perceptions. No one has time to do that.”
“We did it with the moon landing, the slaughter of the Romanoffs, Lee Harvey Oswald, the suicide of Jeffery Epstein. None of those things happened but by using suggestion coupled with deep emotions they all became part of us. They became world history.”
“But more than that, they integrated themselves into our metaphoric habit of communication. Our memories bypassed our reasoning process and became as real as any other word in the dictionary. When someone says ‘lone gunman’ they immediately think of Lee Harvey Oswald – all three names, not just one. His name is now forever a metaphor for assassin.”
“Holocaust now means genocide of Jews. A metaphor becomes a meme as soon as you write it down as words. It becomes a fact and stays anchored forever.”
“Only Roger Stone bothered to check the event.” Zev finished.
Chapter 12 HOW TO DISASSEMBLE AN ATOMIC STATE
and Turn it Back into Common Household Items
Hymie was trying to think. The glue buzz was wearing off. “So what you’re saying is that he did to us what we’ve been doing to the Goyim all this time.”
“Yes! And the reason he got away with it is because no one ever did it to us before! He took us by surprise! We fell for our own trick because we thought we were smarter than all the other races. But we are not. We are simply using a psychic technology that our ancestors taught us to use. We’re standing on their shoulders without truly understanding what we are doing. Our arrogance is our weakness.”
“It’s like a shock collar on a dog” Wolfy continued. “The dog owner never bothers to put it on himself to understand how it feels to the dog.”
“Or like when a doctor prescribes a drug. Unless he has himself used a beta-blocker he doesn’t know what the patient goes through or what the side effects feel like to him. He may know what the hundred or so side effects are on paper but that is not real life. So when the patient is suffering from the side effects the doctor can’t empathize with him or connect the dots that lead back to the drug.”
“He assumes the patient contracted an additional disease that was undiagnosed before and writes him another prescription to ease those symptoms -but they are really just the iatrogenic effects of the original drug!”
“So how did he trick us?” Hymie asked.
“He wrote the story. This story. The story went viral and became a grass roots reality. He implanted a fantasy of the past into our minds. It is hypnosis. He studied our methods and taught himself how to do it.”
“He hypnotized all the Jews?” Hymie asked incredulously.
“No. He hypnotized (or suggested) an alternate reality into the News Clowns at Fox. In their emotional overreaction to correct it (out of fear of us) they then spread it to the rest of the News Clowns and Political Actors like a contagious disease.”
Hymie was starting to put the pieces together in his own mind, “Like a mind virus? That’s why it went viral over social media. It was a social disease. It was spread by the presstitutes that everyone goes to for comfort every night. They, in turn, contaminated the Zeitgeist of the whole world!”
“Wait, are you telling me he infected us with a retroactive Reality Tunnel? A Wunderschaft?” Hymie asked Zev.
“Is Wunderschaft a real word?”
Hymie admitted, “My grandfather once told me, ‘Every word is a fake word in Yiddish.’ The whole language is fake. It’s like German twisted into pig-Latin. The whole history of the Khazar Jews is fake. It’s another Reality Tunnel, a fake background story, used to keep our people bound together in a single purpose.”
Zev smiled, “All of this was done just to get the ‘Make Israel 51’ meme into circulation. That was the real weapon –like the COVID plandemic the real weapon was the Trojan Horse vaccine, not the fake virus that no one ever saw. The Hannity episode was just the first move in a compliance set. It triggered the overwhelming desire for revenge. That’s how he hijacked our zombies.”
Frank Opinion, Hymie’s top lieutenant, was listening quietly to this whole exchange from his desk. Finally he interjected, “You can’t make someone do anything unless they really want it for themselves. It has to be his own idea.”
Hymie frowned and broke wind, “So what do you suggest we do now?”
“There is only one choice left” Frank quietly and reluctantly capitulated, “Either make Israel the 51st State or use the Sampson Option.”
Hymie stared in obvious deep thought. He softly admitted to no one in particular, “Genesis was right. We are cursed with ourselves.”
He finally said to Frank, “Better get Netanyahu on the phone… and make sure he’s sober this time.”
HYPNOFICTION
#GhostOfPKD
I didn't intend it but I seem to have started a new genre: Hypnofiction. No science, and only a little fiction to give it flavor. But maybe this is not new at all. Maybe it always existed but the creators of it never advertised what they were doing (for obvious reasons). They were attempting to influence psycho-history through stories. Apparently it didn’t work out. Or maybe it did but only those who can detect hidden metaphors got the message. Metaphors are for human ears only.
I plagiarized much of this from 3 short stories written by Phillip K Dick.
Without him I could not have written this.
All 3 written stories can be found here https://sickmyduck.narod.ru/contents.story.html
Or in audio form here
(time markers follow title)
1 Stand-By 05:35:55
2 What'll We Do With Ragland Park 07:26:11
3 Orpheus with Clay Feet 08:18:18
If you want to see the world the way it really is, the way PKD deduced that it must be way back in the 1950s then read his stories. All 3 are comedies. He wrote a lot of comedies and yet very few people know this.
His comedies were satires of reality, especially political reality. He couldn’t help but laugh at the lies they expected him (and us) to swallow.
If you take the science out of science fiction then all you are left with is fiction. But what if the author cleverly replaced the fiction with truth?
He saw reality but had to disguise it as fiction. But he saw it. I am convinced he did because he explained it over and over consistently in each one of his stories as metaphors. He spent his life trying to unhypnotize people.
This story started out as a comedy. I just wanted to drive home the point that the people on TV that we are taught to love or hate are just characters much like in a movie or a soap opera. [It’s funny they call them soap operas, there is no singing.]
It is reality TV with about as much reality as there is intelligence in artificial intelligence.
It must become obvious to anyone that all these people are actors. Trump, his sons, Melania, they are actors in a long-running political opera. He is the orange skinned, populist braggart that never seems to be able to follow through with his plans.
While on the other side is Joe Biden, his wife, reprobate son, and almost hidden brother James.
Joe plays the role of the too old, incontinent, senile, politically powerful insider and the sexy grampa that everybody warns their friends to keep your children away from because he might try to cop a feel.
But then you see photos of these arch enemies attending parties, together, each others’ weddings, laughing, and playing golf without any malice towards each other. They are actors. This is what actors do. Do you think Bruce Willis refuses to attend Hollywood parties with Alan Rickman because “That guy tried to kill me! Right Hans, if that is your real name?”
No. When the movie is over they attend the same first screening in the same theater and sit next to each other. They laugh and hug, shake hands, snort coke, congratulate each other, and collect royalties. Alan Rickman doesn’t sneak up at night on Bruce Willis’ house seeking revenge for foiling his plans to rob Nakatomi Plaza. They are dues paying members of the same union!
We call these people “puppets, political actors, bad actors (the villains like Saddam Hussein), cut outs. We know they are just the front men for the real powers. We know they are reading scripts and playing roles. What other explanation is there?
We all know that Pearl Harbor, the Gulf of Tonkin, 9-11 were all faked. Mao Tse Tung was a bad guy. JFK was a good guy. LBJ and Nixon were bad guys. Reagan was a good guy. They alternate between the two in order to keep us occupied.
Our term “actor” in Greek is literally “hypocrite.”
You have to be one to be in politics.
“I am convinced that anything can be faked. Spurious clues can lead us to believe anything they want us to believe. There is no theoretical upper limit to this.
Once you have mentally opened the door to the reception of the notion of ‘fake’ you are ready to think yourself into another kind of reality entirely. It is a trip from which you never return. And, I think, a healthy trip…” PKD 1978
This story was a tribute to PKD -the man they silenced because he was dangerous with a typewriter.
This song is for him.
PKD was a hypnotist whether he knew it or not.
He was a master of suggestion, persuasion, metaphorical storytelling, and exploiting empathy.
If you find yourself contemplating his stories the next day, week, year then you are still human and drifting into the Adult Ego State.
Don’t try to drown it out.
It is good for you.
It is your Child starting to walk.
It what is dehypnosis feels like.
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