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Date Posted: 01:37:04 10/10/04 Sun
Author: The Serpent
Subject: A confession.

My Corporate Journal

On the top floor, from my penthouse, I survey what I rule. High rises. Thin curtains. All lights go out by two. Now, no one ever sees me, yet I know all of them. It's sort of like a small town when their whole lives are on my computer.

All the power and none of the stress. It's so much better being the hatchet-man than a henpecked attention-starved target like the big man himself.

Our goal is perpetual economic victory. We play with them to amuse ourselves. Our motives are personal. Our motives are political. Our motives are sexual, I know.

The laws we make for others don't apply to us.

We do what we want.

A lethargic population is the key to our control who'd rather watch someone's life on tv than participate in their own. The music and commercials are based on their emotional appetite. Now that we know logic and freedom has failed they won't even care about empowerment.

Mentally they feel helpless. Physically they just give up. We priced the healthy food so high they can only buy soda pop. A house broken bee colony that goes home after five. Too burnt and glazed to threaten us with purpose in their lives.

We drug their snacks at work. Mix hormones in kids' lunch at school (it's really good for them). The men grow up muscular, short tempered and kinda dumb. The women develop those outrageous curves -- the kind you only used to see in the movies and magazines we banned and rounded up for ourselves.

Hi-Ho

Hi-Ho

It's off to do our work they go.

We melt them with acid rain. Keep them poor for economic gain. Convince them their biggest threat is drugs and terrorists. They don't even have to be real -- just find a face, make up a crime, run sensational headlines.

Works every time.

The people must not realize they are being manipulated for them to be manipulated effectively. We give 'em things to worry about like buying clothes and losing weight. Their lack of curiosity is the key to our success.

Hi-Ho
Hi-Ho

Life's so simple and happy when everything's clear.

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Replies:

Re: A confession. -- QUITTNER, 10:35:07 10/15/04 Fri
- Re: A confession. -- The Serpent, 19:20:36 10/15/04 Fri
- Re: A confession. -- The Serpent, 19:45:00 10/15/04 Fri
  - Re: A confession. -- QUITTNER, 10:57:04 10/18/04 Mon
    - Re: A confession. -- The Serpent, 02:30:39 10/20/04 Wed
      - Serpent's confession. -- QUITTNER, 12:50:56 11/04/04 Thu
        Re: Not here. -- The Serpent, 08:48:15 01/02/05 Sun