The Thrill Report #082398 NWO Flops On Opening Night

The "self-chosen ones" are in trouble. They lied big time. When they sold The Earth to the aliens they claimed they owned it. They even claimed they owned all the Humans, including their futures, and had them all sewed up in pyramid schemes. This was such an attractive deal that the aliens willingly invested over three thousand years to secure ownership. Such a deal! Now the aliens have received an eviction notice and have 30 days to vacate the property. They are PISSED. The "self-chosen ones" are quaking in their booty. They know IT'S NOT NICE TO FOOL WITH AN ALIEN!

Although the deal was a long time in the making, it caved in really fast. The "self-chosen ones" still can't believe it fell through. They have been lying about it for so long that they started to believe their own lies. Their arrogance and audacity tripped them up. They forgot that not everyone was as stupid as they are.

They took over the government and quickly shot themselves in the foot. They had control of the media and proceeded to make a show of their ineptitude. As soon as they stepped out of the shadows and took over center stage, everything fell apart.

The New World Order flopped on opening night!

Considering their cockroach mentality it's not hard to trace the source of their ideas to the insect world. The NWO was to be modeled after...imagine this...an ant colony! They were going to drive Humanity underground by scorching The Earth, making it habitable only for aliens and cockroaches. With nowhere to go Humans would be imprisoned in the darkness below, where Light deprivation would soon drive them mad and render them senseless. Once they resembled something like blind termites, the real business of making money would begin. Underground veal farms to supply the hungry aliens topside.

We are all very fortunate that there is absolutely no truth to the old chestnut "You are what you eat." Otherwise they might have actually succeeded and we would all be attending alien banquets on platters, served up as the main dish!

Jana Janus The Rogue Butterfly Scribe in the Ancient Language of Thrill