“Running the world is a tough job”

by Jon Rappoport

May 18, 2014

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On June 6, 2054, General Thomas Jones wrote in his diary: “Running the world is a tough job.

“Ever since we at the Pentagon realized nothing could stop us from gaining our objectives, we took control and put an end to the nonsense of politicians operating the levers of civilization. We also began to ‘manage’ the bankers. They were getting too big for their britches.”

General Jones was a hybrid. Half-man, half-machine. DARPA, the technological arm of the Pentagon, had outfitted Jones with a direct, involuntary, and secret brain-connection to their EW5 computer and its complex Battle Plan Software. Jones followed its orders.

That proved to be a problem, when a 13-year-old boy, Ernest Chappie, son of the president of Microsoft, stumbled into Battle Plan one afternoon while restructuring the video game, Who Runs the World. He came face to face with thousands of lines of code reserved for General Jones…and so he began to rewrite them.

Result? Three weeks later, the US directed air strikes at Germany and England, killing 900,000 people in two days.

“Good,” murmured the young boy in his garage. “There are too many people. I don’t like sharing the world with them.”

A year later, amid the smoking ruins of Earth, World War 3 left only a hundred thousand humans.

Ernest told his young friend, Bill Gates III, what he had done. Bill said, “Astonishing. You’ve accomplished what people have been unable to do for a hundred years. Radically depopulate. You should receive some sort of award. It’s so cool. Now we can start over and build things the way we want to. Let’s get serious about virtual reality…”

And so they did.

Contacting representatives of the Rothschild-Rockefeller-Monsanto bunker in Virginia, the two boys presented their version of Word26: maximum complexity with minimum comprehension…The Labyrinth.

Their Labyrinth Veil dropped over Earth. What did it provide? For example: virtual sex and virtual births, and the experience of child-rearing compressed into a few hours of brain pleasure-center stim.

99,000 people were now enslaved to the other 1,000 through constant holo transmissions, depicting a Paradise of pastoral beauty backgrounding dramas of intrigue, conspiracy, desperation, and triumph. These dramas were experienced during every waking hour.

Social justice, political correctness, self-immolation? That shadow play was over. What people really wanted was adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Official media, of course cooperated, reflecting back at the population the substance of their programmed illusions.

Brain scans revealed that the population wanted their Presidents to be holy…and this feature was added to Labyrinth.

“I have come to bring peace to humanity.” “I represent the joy that surpasses all understanding.” “I was born in a cloud above a mountain.” “God sent me to end suffering.”

It was also determined that the 99,000 wanted to feel more company, more largeness. So the Labyrinth created 6 billion new people—all of them virtual, of course.

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One day, a visitor showed up at the mansion the two boys occupied. He was an ordinary-looking fellow, instantly forgettable if you looked away.

He said, “I’m here to show you something you don’t know, as improbable as that might seem.”

Suddenly, time started running backwards. In the rewind, virtual program after program revealed the true history of Earth. Every epoch and era had actually consisted of an interlocking series of holograms.

And then, finally…there was nothing. The two boys were sitting in a fathomless Void.

They began screaming.

“You see,” the visitor said, “we who actually devise history are a bit miffed that two incorrigible punks like you, with your irritating sense of entitlement, think you’re kings of reality. You’re rank amateurs. So now you’ll get a dose of apt punishment.”

Bill Gates III shouted, “How do we get out of here!”

The visitor smiled. “Let me put it to you this way. My colleagues and I design serial realities for populations because they can’t bear the experience you’re now immersed in. The Big Nowhere. There is only way out, and it has nothing to do with designing new systems and programs. You have to create reality directly and nakedly, from your own imagination. That’s the answer. And if you don’t know what that means, you’d better find out.

“When millions and billions of people—each one, individually—put their imaginations to sleep, we show up and turn on the holograms and broadcast the shadow plays. We run the show for populations, because despite everything they claim they stand for, they won’t invent their own.”

The visitor vanished.

The boys wept and screamed and gnashed their teeth and whined and complained and accused.

To this day, they continue in that vein. They’re sure they deserve everything, but their ironclad attitude is yielding nothing. Zero.

Time is long. Endless. It’s quite possible that, eventually, when everyone everywhere has awakened, the two boys will be the last, not the first.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29^th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com