![]() Frickin Nutballs Secret Headquarters "Once again you can never underestimate how stupid humans can get once you massively promote another 'big lie', " stated the Chief Nutball of Nutballs (CNN). "I didn't think it would work. How could the Herd be so idiotic?" said Chief of European Nutballs. He was the newest member of the Frickin Nutball World Leadership Council. And he didn't quite understand the protocols at this level of hierarchy. He did not know his peril. The CNN gave the new guy a deep disdainful glare which froze all the Frickin Nutballs in their chairs. You didn't ask rhetorical questions to the CNN. "Of course it worked," he hissed. "The Big Lie always works!" He continued to glare at all of them. He only stopped when he saw a quiver from the new chief of Europe. "There is good reason to control all the media outlets. If you repeat the BIG LIE enough times from enough mainstream outlets, INsanity becomes the TRUTH!" The CNN burst into a mad laughter that all the chiefs cackled along with too, fearing instant death if they didn't. The CNN had the will and the power and the magic buttons right before him to vaporize any continental Chief Nutball that disagreed with him...or even looked at him wrong. Fear of this occurrence kept him at the top. Each Chief Nutball had the same priviledge when they were with their own underlings. That was the way it was down the whole hierarchy. It guaranteed tight cohesion in the ranks. If you want to spread terror outside your organization, you must have it well ordered in your own organization was the implicit cultural norm that all Frickin Nutballs had grown up with all their lives. "When do we impose martial law across the world?" asked the Asian Chief Nutball. All the Nutballs got very excited to hear the answer to this question. They peered collectively at their leader. "When.... They all edged forward in their seats. "I..." Their eyes collectively bulged. "SAY SO!" His hand poised above the row of 7 buttons in front of him. They gasped together. "That is all for now, " he quietly ended with. "We all have preparations to get them ready for the 2nd lockdown. Return to your hideouts. The real fun is about to start! Meeting adjourned." ---------------------------------------¥----------------------------- Planetary Guardians Mobile Command Center (Canadian: BC Division) --------------------------------------¥------------------------------- Captain Sweep was sipping his mocha and puffing on his very badly rolled joint First officer Kyle needed clarification as usual. "Is a Butt In really that different from a Takeover?" he asked. He was referring to the infamous conversational killers. Captain Sweep had long ago codified all the ways that humans killed conversations. "A very good question." Sweep took a big sip of his mocha. It wasnt extra hot anymore. He scowled. "Most Takeovers start with a Butt In, but dont necessarily lead to the Takeover. So they need to be distinguished." Sweep felt that he had yet again passed on a massive kernel of wisdom but was quite sure First Officer Kyle had completely missed the point as he often did. Sweep looked to see what registered on Kyle's face. IT started with a glint of understanding but led to a furrowing of the brow. Another question was coming. Sweep could see Kyle was trapped in the Gene Key 23 shadow of complexity, as usual. "Let's say someone starts with the Takeover, implying the Butt in? asked Kyle. Wouldn't that make the Butt In redundant?" Sweep hated multiple questions after he had made a brilliant point. He liked to spend some time in the afterglow of his own wisdom. "No no, no. You've missed the point completely. So far off I cant imagine that you even consider yourself a Planetary Guardian." "Are you shaming me, Sir?" A tear rolled down Kyle's eye. He could be quite sensitive to Sweeps excessive use of all of the conversational killers he had so cleverly categorized (based upon his own self- analysis). "Of course not, you Idiot. Now go get me today's intelligence report," barked Captan Sweep. Quite a few things irritated Captain Sweep but not much more than early morning attempts at INSTRUCTIONSAL CONVOS. Especially with Kyle. Pearl's before twine it felt like. It's like he never gets what I lay down. He took another puff of his wake n bake. His request for the intelligence report completely forgotten. As it was for Kyle as well. Hard to say who forgot first. It was a usual pattern between them, each having a very low attention span. It created some problems in the organization but people worked around it. The dynamic team achieved extraordinary results in their own magical way, the other super heroes just flowed with it. They had learned that magic was beyond the minds interpretations and planning and so much of what people said was pure illusion without real understanding. And Sweep had so many unconscious sub personalities it wasnt actually low attention span, just different parts of him fighting for the conscious awareness slot. Kyle had forgotten the whole conversation getting very interested in his blaster's firing mechanism. He started to blast off nerf bullets all through the RV at imaginary bad guys. Sweep casually raised an eyebrow and wondered what it would take to commit Kyle to either a mental hospital or a fake mission but quickly saw it was too much work and slapped him in the head instead. "There is a planet to takeover, let's get to work!" And immediately went to go meditate in the forest.
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"I might be the worse communicator in the world. On top of perhaps being the worst activist in the world and you have a deadly 1 -2 punch of unending failure.
I know, not the best opening paragraph to try to enroll everyone you know into a dynamic Planetary Guardian mission. But if you understand the first paragraph you will understand why." Captain Sweep pondered after he wrote these first two paragraphs. Hit them with deep honesty first and then deliver the ask. He nodded his head very significantly as if he was actually being watched by some hidden camera that actually was in his own camera. CSIS had been monitoring his every move ever since he joined the Rainforest Flying Squad, the Facebook group for the blockaders attempting to protect Fairy Creek. Agent Misty Davenport who had pulled the dredging duty of the morning shift raised her eyebrows. Was he talking to her? How did he know she was MONITORING his Facebook stream? He knew many things ever since the Gene Key 43 GIft had been activated mysteriously in the forest. INSIGHT was the reward. And remarkable INSIGHTS had started to flow to him in mysterious ways. Like knowing the moment that CSIS had activated their tracking program on him. He had said to himself , "About time they took me seriously" he had thought to himself again...and again. Did he know he repeated himself? wondered Misty to herself just as he wrote it. 'That's is very weird' thought Misty, again just as he wrote it down on his Facebook stream. They both thought about the opening scene in the Matrix at the exact same time and only realizing it again once Capt Sweep wrote it down in his story. Misty's eyeballs almost popped out of her head. She stopped looking at the screen and went to attend to other matters. This was definitely too much outside her COMFORT ZONE. Captain Sweep smiled to himself. Certain STORYTELLERS have super powers to create reality as they speak or write their story. But most would not believe it. Those that do actively participate in the story. That was at the heart of the Very Secret Plan. The more you believed the story, tracked it, and participated in it...the more you became apart of the plan. It was a living story. It was a plan in action held together by the structure in Sweeps mind and his growing ability to tell the story in his expression. Or so he thought. And so it is. Or was. Anyway, Sweep was pleased because he had lost his storytelling powers to another trapping mechanism of the notorious Nemesis Program. But now they were back! Much to the demise of the Frickin Nutballs. He started to map out the 3.1 Research Team roles of the Old Growth Forest Protection Coalition This was a big missing part of the web site strategy. The role definition on the synergy teams. One of the hundreds of things that needed doing. First Officer Kyle Elliott Kilgour 'trigger happy' Heil messaged Captain Sweep. His sword was busted. Again. How could you hope to win a battle without working swords? Spy Cat looked at the screen dispassionately. Kyle busted his sword - again. Humans were so predictable. They like gadgets. They break gadgets. They get new gadgets. |
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