Zelig
24th January 2013, 23:35
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“Our goal, Xavier, isn’t absorbed in choosing mustard or ketchup, bible thumping or fleshly, free lunch or paid, burro or elefante. All fake choices need to continue dancing the quebradita.”
I took a breath and expanded on his thought, explaining, “And power, well it doesn’t need tokens, but those with tokens desire power. We’ll watch as fairgoers clean vomit off the Octopus ride for the right to clean more! For those who don’t believe they have to kiss our asses, we’ll force them to use carnival currency, or they won’t get to mack down our fair vittles, or for that matter, eat at all.”
“For those who wish to play the coin toss game until they win big bucks, we’ll lend our tokens and make them pay us back tenfold to insure the fairgoers can never leave. We never stamp enough plastic coins to pay us back. Before they know it, they’re walking around with a trash scooper, sunburned, and missing teeth. Even the most intelligent fairgoers presented with evidence of the scam will deny it until they too are cleaning toilets!”
Mirror Chumba nodded with vigor.
Several of my reflections stared at me with horror as I continued.
“Once in awhile, we’ll allow the rides to fall into disrepair. When the patrons are mugging each other, we’ll create new tokens and buy their shoes and clothing for next to nothing. We’ll pound our fists on the floor laughing while their stuffed animal prizes fall apart. Locked into the fairgrounds, we’ll loot their houses and place saddles on their loved ones.
Our token system isn’t just timed to rip off the fairgoers work scrubbing outhouses with Pinesol, or to swindle their essential nature, but it’s also a safety valve for our ‘humanity’ to survive any up coming catastrophe, like a real flood.”
Fed up, Chumba’s voice interceded. “What is the true battle being waged, cabron? And why am I still stuck in this bathroom with you?”
“Don’t worry Chumba, it won’t be long now until we leave. But the answer’s really very simple; it’s all about burying the wisdom of their life force, and ensuring theappearance of a beginning and end of their essence. Damn straight… our goal is the elimination of others intent. If we can get them to believe and act as if their motivation is determined, then their Will belong to us.”
http://abooktobeburned.com/
“Our goal, Xavier, isn’t absorbed in choosing mustard or ketchup, bible thumping or fleshly, free lunch or paid, burro or elefante. All fake choices need to continue dancing the quebradita.”
I took a breath and expanded on his thought, explaining, “And power, well it doesn’t need tokens, but those with tokens desire power. We’ll watch as fairgoers clean vomit off the Octopus ride for the right to clean more! For those who don’t believe they have to kiss our asses, we’ll force them to use carnival currency, or they won’t get to mack down our fair vittles, or for that matter, eat at all.”
“For those who wish to play the coin toss game until they win big bucks, we’ll lend our tokens and make them pay us back tenfold to insure the fairgoers can never leave. We never stamp enough plastic coins to pay us back. Before they know it, they’re walking around with a trash scooper, sunburned, and missing teeth. Even the most intelligent fairgoers presented with evidence of the scam will deny it until they too are cleaning toilets!”
Mirror Chumba nodded with vigor.
Several of my reflections stared at me with horror as I continued.
“Once in awhile, we’ll allow the rides to fall into disrepair. When the patrons are mugging each other, we’ll create new tokens and buy their shoes and clothing for next to nothing. We’ll pound our fists on the floor laughing while their stuffed animal prizes fall apart. Locked into the fairgrounds, we’ll loot their houses and place saddles on their loved ones.
Our token system isn’t just timed to rip off the fairgoers work scrubbing outhouses with Pinesol, or to swindle their essential nature, but it’s also a safety valve for our ‘humanity’ to survive any up coming catastrophe, like a real flood.”
Fed up, Chumba’s voice interceded. “What is the true battle being waged, cabron? And why am I still stuck in this bathroom with you?”
“Don’t worry Chumba, it won’t be long now until we leave. But the answer’s really very simple; it’s all about burying the wisdom of their life force, and ensuring theappearance of a beginning and end of their essence. Damn straight… our goal is the elimination of others intent. If we can get them to believe and act as if their motivation is determined, then their Will belong to us.”