MAN my writing today was weird. It's very me, though. I'm still learning my style, discovering it, chipping at the core of my own voice and trying to find the way to say what I want to say the clearest. What I want to say is apparently very odd (though why shouldn't it be.) I swing between political commentary, historical analysis, dead serious insight into human nature, make a joke, compound that joke, then swing that joke around into dead serious insight into human nature again. Or that's how I hope it comes across at least. I make a lot of jokes in this, and I don't really like "making" jokes because they just seem so obvious and unfunny to me, and also there's the part where they jar with the rest of the voice that I'd been working in but like I said maybe that is part of my style and there are no bugs, only features.
Being forced to write so quickly really helps. With the style thing. Though I did frequently pause for research and everything as well of course. Is it enjoyable? I don't know if today's stuff is any good or not.
ps I wanted to say something about Magic in the Mirror, but that movie won't come out until 1996, so. also I wanted to make a joke about spell check, which isn't anachronistic or anything (that poem about eye have a spelling chequer dates from around this time,) but I couldn't find a place for it. But that poem is from around this time! 91 or 92, first published in 96ish. So yeah.
illuminati(ies)!
The word illuminati really meant those who were illuminated, or adorned, or made conspicuous, which fit politicians (and people whose jobs it is to make obligatory jokes on the states of politicians' intellects) but the idea of being conspicuous would be somewhat anathemic to those who were trying to rule the world behind the scenes. Like hiding a safe or a secret cache, though, there's always a tradeoff between security and ease of access; those in power made themselves conspicuous, and the great game continued as they sought out secrecy. It was the World Leaders' Golf Club (And They Also Play Tennis Together) versus the Jewluminati.
There were a few different illuminati groups, all vying for power of control over the world's resources. Like the powerplays that went on between corporations down at the surface, only much more tedious. The same thing playing out for thousands of years, using magic instead of technology so the game wasn't really changing at all with the increased advancements of the mundane world. Different economic theories that rocked the mundane world, like Malthus or Smith, political theories like Machiavelli or Jefferson, didn't touch the occult great games, which plodded along angry and unchanged and self-important, generation after generation after generation. And no matter who was in charge, nobody was really affected; they vied for supremacy but everyday life among the people they were allegedly to rule continued on unaffected. They thought themselves grand in scope, but in reality their spats were small and petty and more than a little sad. Political argument, no matter who wins any one fight, the true winner is the idea of the divide between sides. That was the great illusion.
Nothing had really changed for thousands of years, except for quite recently. The grand experiment was failing. They were scrambling to regain power. The state was really the church, the communist ideology replacing belief, but it was still belief in something. Growing secularism led to the old belief systems to crumble. Everyone was alone, but they could band together now as well. But this too was just one grand system falling, another rising, and the people below leading their lives in beauty and nobility and futility regardless, because the power here of their supposed leaders was all in the mind.
The conspiracy theorists of the mundane world, making their millions claiming the New World Order held all economic and political power, had no idea how fractured the power really was. That thought, of course, would have been a lot more terrifying, than the thought that there were means and ends in mind for the militaries and corporations and religions of the earth. The thought that we were alone with our Gods, who cared for our souls but who otherwise had such a longer scale vision for us that they didn't care about the governance or earthly power structures at all, and that the world was just as crazy as it appeared.
New World Orders splintered off into Newer World Orders, because the old new world order wasn't quite new enough, and the Newer World Orders splintered off into New New World Orders and New World Orders Reformed and reformatted like disk drives, capturing the original intent of the old old new world orders because the followers had lost their vision somewhere down the line.
Especially in secret societies and charismatic religions, no pressure to hold together from the outside world, splinter groups formed like gangbusters, and the more splinter groups that had formed, the more were likely to form further. It reminded one how big the world truly was, big enough to have all these people treating all these things so seriously when the subjects treated as Serious Business seemed so petty from the outside, how even small groups can find their charismatic leaders rise to power and have followers treat them with reverence and respect, no matter how small the group or unskilled the leader. It was also at the same time quite comforting, to think that even with tunnel-vision and short-sightedness and self-importance, people were still people. They would find their own niches in this niche-filled world, find love, start families where their worlds would grow bigger again. Even being an outcast was a niche. And it was the outcasts, not the leaders or their adamant followers or their more even-minded followers who followed nonetheless, that caused the real change in these microcosms, or had the change coagulate around them. And the cycle would begin anew, around those new world orders. Which would probably all squabble amongst themselves; I'm not sure if I'm a realist, Kevin, but if it looks like an optimism and quacks like a pessimism, it's probably a realism, duck. Which metaphor totally works, on a deep and profound level, because a duck is about the most realist thing I can imagine. That's where anatidaephobia comes in, I think; the true fear isn't really the fear of being watched by a duck, but being judged by a realist, being scrutinized by this objective perspective, and found wanting.
To fear ducks is to fear the self.
Moone was terrified of being watched by ducks. Especially ducklings.
The political power versus the economic power, the Masonic Illuminati versus the Kabbalistic Illuminati. The secret brotherhood of the world's bankers, all Jews by astonishing coincidence, had power but didn't really do anything with it besides buy yachts for their cousins and for their niblings' bar and bat mitzvah parties. The secret fraternity of the world's political leaders, all politicians by um I'm gonna get back to you on that, who really really wanted power so much that that's why they became politicians in the first place.
Moone's extraction of the Pontifex was twofold; Pontifex could have defected on his own, just left the base, but the real political power came in the form of leaving something behind him as he disappeared, not only to divert suspicion from his own leaving (taking important documents and ledgers with him) but also in covering it up, and framing the party on the rival illuminati of politicians and world leaders. Because a random explosion at the office room of the Sharks, covering up the extraction of important receipts and transcripts, would just be suspicious, without framing it on the Jets. When it was really Officer Krupke the whole time. Moone nodded at the amazing metaphor he'd just concocted. He'd seen that musical twice on stage. It was a good one. And his metaphor was also very, very good.
As a recruiter of assets, or agents, Moone himself was an officer, officering the krupke out of, in this case, the Jewluminati. Agents as a term referred to the spies themselves, those who were recruited by the agencies, though it was often incorrectly used to refer to those who worked directly for the espionage companies.
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