18 November 2018
“More Moves to Dominate the World (DS)” was originally posted on October 4, 2010, a little over 8 years ago, when the world was in the thick of what was being promoted with repetitive mastery to be a great recession.
The inspiration behind this Dream Sequence included what we opted to more appropriately call a great depression stemming from, amongst others things, the mismanagement of the people’s resources by greedy politicians, and the Big Lie underlying it all.
When unsustainable economies fail, history has shown us time and again that nations tend to cost shift their deficits by people shifting. And in 2010, it looked as if some of this strategic heavy shifting had begun to infiltrate Italy’s renowned textile and design industries and its heretofore high standards were said to be compromised as a result.
The country fomenting Italian distress with its subversive shifting was China. This is where a notable Italian native named Pinocchio and his misbehaving globalist bad boys enter the scene.
So how close to reality were we?
The optimum stage for this Dream Sequence saw us roiling upon the high seas. When we think of the high seas, we think of The Holy See (Sea) and the fact that admiralty/maritime color of law is used to govern most nations and all international commerce. This is because all roads lead to Rome, even when the front line appears to be directed by the so-called Chinese Elders.
As the selected not elected world leadership still strives to voraciously pilfer and siphon off the resources of our planet and its people under the guise of serving the greater good, Their veiled actions and decimating agendas have proven to be quite the opposite.
China has made it a tactical point over decades to indebt and encumber every nation it does international commerce with, and pay back can be a bitch, especially when the big whale decides to swallow up the assets securing the promises and pledges that have been made without permission from the people - the very people who are in fact the true owners and original creditors.
It seemed only fitting to dream up a way to impound these self-serving leaders within the marauding belly of a whale the size of China in what can be best described as an underwater G20-like summit for inhuman puppets. And there They sit … completely devoured and disconnected from reality without even knowing it.
What we really want to know now is how the people of the world will cope upon learning the truth about who actually controls their national treasures? National treasure such as their physical bodies and legal identities, homes and transportation, their national parks, airports, major shipping ports, water rights, mineral rights, and the air above their very heads.
Which brings us to the deeper question going forward: Could it be that the inhuman puppets now languishing in the metaphoric whale’s belly have chosen to behave like inhuman puppets because they are not human at all?
© Copyright by Artist, KAd Collins, Man and Moth Before Midnight.
“The object of the superior man is truth.” Confucius
We had a dream……and in that dream we found ourselves struggling alongside a working class crew trying to regain control of a schooner bounty that had initially been charted for Atlantic City, but was instead violently blown off course, rudder snapping in a lurch. We heard the tattered sails shutter with purpose as the hull heaved and bobbed directionless through ravenous waters that grew more dangerous with each billowing swell.
No one saw it coming. Or at least that’s what they all said. It was as if the atmosphere had turned on a dime, right about the time the East Wind began squalling with subversion. One minute we were coasting through prosperous trade routes on confident sails bloated with warm sea breezes, not a storm cloud in sight; and the next saw our ship taking on water so fast that sinking appeared inevitable.
As we scurried to bail out the water one bucket at a time, we never even noticed the growing wall of water that was mobilizing to put us in our place. And when that financial tsunami finally got our full attention was when it capsized our boat without remorse somewhere in the middle of the Devil's Triangle, where it dumped us unceremoniously into a very rough sea without so much as a safety net.
We managed to keep our heads above water just long enough to see a monstrous whale the size of China circle and descend with rapacious jaws intent upon swallowing us up.
Our dream then dropped us deep within the belly of the whale where we could hear the reverberating voices of those trapped around us long before we could actually see them.
From the surrounding conversation, we soon learned that the whale had a name, ¥uaning More, although the group regularly referred to it as simply ‘MORE’.
The more we listened, the more we understood how much MORE prided itself on being the hardest working predator in the sea. It thrived on the chaos that comes from war and ruin, and there was no time for rest because voracious accumulation is a 24/7 enterprise. MORE was cleverly adroit at tickling desperate ears with politeness and dangled promises, a master in the fine art of bait and switch, and not above making thy neighbor beg. Apparently MORE honored only one golden rule: “he who has the gold, makes the rules”, and consequently refused to play by anyone’s rules but its own.
When our eyes finally adjusted to the darkness that held us hostage, we became better acquainted with our fellow captives, including a few Pleasure Island castaways.
Wall Street GetOver
This GetOver could do little more than boast about being the original woodcarver, when in fact he was the rainmaker who brought on the storm.
Pinocchio had always dreamed of having a life with no strings, and MORE had slyly seduced him into thinking he could have his cadmium and eat it too. Well, someone once said that Pinocchio was Italian for a reason, and this Pinocchio had absolutely no intention of ever being made in China, for he had a plan. A strategy designed to beat MORE at its own game. Pinocchio figured that the more he lied, the longer his nose would get, until eventually its length would allow him to pry open the jaws of MORE just enough to slip away relatively unscathed.
No matter how hard he tried to stop the incessant chirping, Caracas Cricket just couldn’t keep his knees from rubbing everyone the wrong way. He spent most of his chirping hours looking up through MORE’s blowhole into the night sky as he wished upon the stars for higher oil prices and for someone to rub just a little bit of that oil between his knees.
Someone has to pull the strings behind the biggest show on Earth and StromRuski believed himself to be the perfect puppet master.
Goodluck Jonah and his simpleton sidekick GideGaddafi
Goodluck Jonah may have gotten his start as Honest John but he realized pretty early on that honesty wasn’t what put him on the winning side, it was self-made luck. And GideGaddafi was a blustering windbag who'd shown himself to be an agreeable feline comrade because he was agile enough to blow in the direction of any winning wind and still land on his feet.
Had it not been for that obnoxious braying which never seemed to stop, we probably wouldn’t have even noticed AhmadineDonkey sulking off on the side alone. Someone lurking behind MORE's ribcage tried to shut him up by throwing out a few USB worms which he gobbled up with gusto. The braying thankfully stopped when AhmadineDonkey began to hawk up stuxnet code, then proceeded to vocally reproduce "myrtus, myrtus, myrtus, ..." without control.
Mingling amongst the group ensnared by MORE’s bottomless pit were plenty of other nameless naughty boys in business suits who'd been sucked in from every nation throughout the world. “But I run a business,” they all declared defensively, “if somebody’s buying, I’m selling." Apparently that’s their story and they’re sticking to it.
And then we woke up and realized that when we whittle away at our own foundation, the structure will invariably weaken and the resulting gaps will beg to be filled with MORE.