The Post-Partisan Emporium

  Countless Conspiracies New World Orders are a dime a dozen Joe Allen It’s easy to imagine a One World Conspiracy to control the entire planet. This idea slides right into the “Evil” slot in the human mind. When your cognitive evil-detector goes off, an imagined human cabal—perhaps wearing black robes—is liable to appear in your mind’s eye. These shadowy Bad Guys either merge with the demons in your head, creating a satanic cabal; or else the human element shoves the supernatural entities aside, bringing the “demons” down to earth as a One World old-boys’ network. You either get a conspiracy of devil-worshipers or a conspiracy of devilish humans. As with peas and mashed potatoes, it all ends up the same place. If ye ain’t careful, thar bound to get’che. I’m as prone to imagine a unified front as any other paranoiac. But that doesn’t make it true. After careful consideration, I think it’s much worse than that. A single conspiracy is an easy problem to solve—you just neutralize the ...

Bad Hombre Calamari Surrounded by the walking dead with ticking clocks. Good Citizen They lined up by the billions when told and asked for the mRNA menu. As they chose their poison the images flashed in their minds. The ones of spastic dancing nurses in empty hospitals flanked by goofy graveyard interns flaring their hands and gyrating their hips on their “break” while scoring four times their normal salary. Paid to dance for Chinese facial recognition AI software apps while eliminating patients they could have treated instead. The sounds of hissing ventilators rising and compressing with the familiar ominous melody of nightly news terror broadcasts spoke to them. The aerial shots of Cuomo’s murdered pensioners being buried erratically in New York parks in pine boxes sent shivers up their spines. The late-night dancing celebrities whoring themselves for a genocidal machine convinced them to sacrifice their body to experimental science fiction. They didn’t question the absurdity of any ...