From CGI member Morgan:

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http://www.smoking-mirrors.com/2019/05/slaloming-down-fecal-sidewalk-fantasies.html

SNIP:

The world turns, like someone in a sick bed, with an auto-immune dysfunction, whose surface is covered with an unidentifiable rash; some opportunistic viral thing that's going around in an 'as above, so below' fashion, or you might say, as within so without. It's a little like a dance craze, like the Macarena... yeah, that's it.

If you look at it from an external perspective, especially if you've been brainwashed, or made fearful of social censure, as the result of saying something, before you can catch yourself, due to a sudden clarity of awareness that causes you to see what is really going on... you're going to want to be more careful. Personally... I don't care... because that ship has sailed and I got nothing to lose; can't take my job, given who my employer is. You can't take my vast fortune and investments. That happens to be immaterial and... when the material end does come round, it's going 'in' to the 'out' tray, minus a small percentage for operating expenses (grin). They can't take my reputation or professional standing because... heh heh, right. They can't frighten or intimidate me because the power to do that comes from someone who loves me... ergo, right? They can only wave and scream like the fans with floor seats, who paid too much to sit behind the basket of the visiting team... then again, they switch positions at half time, I think. They do in football anyway so... use the analogy you are most comfortable with.