In Pluto's Shadow - Selected chapter

By Dagaan Galakticos All Rights Reserved ©

Scifi / Adventure

10

(1/2 of chapter 10)

The only danger I had encountered in the astral so far had been the amoebas from the bar that had followed me home that night. They had clung to me because they sensed my fear and lack of control and I think simply because I didn’t have a clue as to how to shield myself from them. I didn’t know at that time that I could have made a reflective silver aura and would have been made me invisible to such parasites. Or I could have visualized a hot branding iron in the shape of a pentagram and stabbed them with it or visualized a mega powered cattle prod and poked them with it and they would have skedaddled away.

Where we were now going required a serious level of focus because we would encounter real predators. Psychic Reptilian beings surrounded by intelligent, armed psychic guards actively searching for intruders.

The Adrrik psychic police are disincarnate Pachycephalosauri and Velociraptors able to travel between the Draco fourth dimension of Krrual and both Ovvalan and Earth’s astral zones. Besides the Adrrik to contend with, there would be the Human BATS. These were the Human covert operatives hidden within the various intelligence agencies of the shadow governments of Earth run by Reptilian possessed Humans. I had encountered one already. The BATS used drugs to go into a trance from where they did ‘remote psychic viewing’ of things happening in both physical realms and astral space. Most important political leaders, industrial executives and media CEO’s on Earth had BATS guards monitoring the space around them - particularly in sleep. This was the kind of information the Blue Stone transmission had catalogued in my mind.

In his first book, Monroe had written about an experience he had with a Remote Viewer. Monroe was a successful businessman who traveled a lot in the course of promoting his radio stations. On one such trip he had flown into Nantucket and, tired from the flight, had taken a nap in his hotel. As often happened to him when he was sleeping, he spontaneously left is body. This time he found himself walking on a lawn in the sunshine around a Nantucket house. Suddenly, a physical man appeared pointing a gun at him. This so frightened Monroe that he was jolted back to his body in the hotel room and woke up. Sitting up and thinking about it, he realized that then President Kennedy was expected to fly into Nantucket for the start of a vacation. This, he figured, was the house where Kennedy was staying and it had an armed psychic guard patrolling the grounds. The implications of this were staggering.

Silvaan had conveyed to me, in a short intense communication-relay, the vicious nature of the Draco soul and the endlessly deceptive nature of the AndrrKa sorcerers. No lie or misrepresentation was too extreme or silly for them to use - in either physical reality or astral space. He impressed on me one main idea - the intensity with which the Adrrik pursued someone outside their own kind. It was beyond an inexperienced mind to grasp, he’d told me. It wasn’t that they hated us, or saw us as their enemy, he’d said. To them we were prey. We were like rebellious cattle that have broken through the fence. We are their steaks. After scaring me half to death with this warning he then emphasized this; ‘especially don’t generate fear or you will attract them.’ Right.

At the end of this exchange, Silvaan had gripped my forearm and I his in the Siddhe expression of brotherhood. I was moved to feel we were genuinely allies.

How can I describe my feelings at this point? When I’m in the OBE state, there is a timeless sense as though this has always been happening and is completely normal. It’s like when you’re dreaming and the most fantastical things are happening to you - you drive a bus up a brick wall and find yourself holding a gold fish while lying in a baby carriage and it’s all in the flow. But now I was feeling an increasing sense of rationalism in the OBE state and a sense of firmness in the images as people and places appeared again and again so that the experience has become both an abstract dream and a heart stoppingly intense reality at the same time. Now was added the sense of malevolence. And danger.

Isult and Llueve had a brief but intense exchange during the Blue Stone Transmission in which a similar urgency and evasion techniques were relayed to her.

All these thoughts ran through our minds as Llueve and I followed energy lines over the night landscape. Under clear skies pulsing with stars, we passed over a desert like land with rolling hills and weather beaten cliffs. With specific directions to follow this valley then that line of mountains, we came to a deep canyon that we were to descended to a river, and then follow this upstream. At a certain rock formation we were to ascend vertically and head south a few hundred yards.

Djagda, Isult, Silvaan, Oorden and a few others of the high ranking Siddhe were following us protectively, cloaked and at a distance. At various locations we were to stop and send out awareness signals to see if anyone sensed alien watchers. This was a kind of mental sonar; a blip of awareness you sent out and then ‘listened’ to see if it bounced off anything in any peculiar way. Going along like this we came to the entry point.

This was simply a flat desert plain near the edge of the canyon we had followed. There were small trees, widely spaced, with sandy soil between them. There was nothing there out of the ordinary.

As instructed, Llueve and I embraced, and focused on on our child to be - this mysterious Ea. I concentrated on clearing all extraneous thought from my mind as we let ourselves love. We placed shields of opaque, deflective silver light around ourselves and hovered very still and then, very slowly, descended into the ground.

We passed through sand and then sand stone and then suddenly into a huge, rounded, vault. A luminous glow that seemed to come out of the sandstone walls lit up the cavern. Concentrating on not projecting our presence, we glided slowly towards where the ceiling and wall met. This was to be our lookout.

The murmur of hundreds of voices rose from the floor of a cavern about the size of a large auditorium. Men and women - both Human and Ovvalan - were speaking urgently to one another in groups. A growling undertone of aggression vibrated throughout the vault.

Though the cut of their clothes was uniquely tailored to each person, all wore oversized robes of either red or black. Some of the robes had high peaked collars reaching above the head. Others had wide lapels. All had flared, flowing Oriental sleeves.

Enclosing the center of the chamber floor was a ten foot wide band, fifty feet in circumference, made of white crisscrosses. Inside this band was a second inner band of glistening red. Inside this was a third band made of glittering crystal grains, about a yard wide. In the very center of these concentric bands, there was a sparkling, golden triangle. On the ground around the triangle of gold dust there were strange, unearthly symbols drawn in gold and brilliant red. Every few yards around the outer perimeter were what looked like water troughs or planters.

The mass of people stood at arm’s length from one another in groups a little distance out from the perimeter. Their keeping a distance from the edge of the circle showed a definite respect for the powers at play because these people were themselves radiating a tremendous dark, churning force.

The feeling was one of suppressed and imminent menace. They were speaking to one another in a businesslike way but all the while a tremendous impatience was in the air controlled only by severe discipline. As the moments passed the set of circles began vibrating with a pulsing suction and I knew that magikal forces were coming alive.

Llueve and I held hands and beamed waves of urgency and information to one another where we hovered, motionless and tight against the angle of the ceiling. ‘Maintain the reflective cover’ she would beam at me. ‘Stay close’ I would beam back. We had been instructed to do this.

We looked at the assembly below - registering what Isult had told us - that this was most of the AndrrKa hierarchy - Humans possessed by Draco entities in Human and Ovvalan bodies - entities who had once been living Tyrannosaurs and Pachycephalosauri now possessing the minds and bodies of Humans and Ovvalans, from ancient, carefully bred lineages of power. There were aids to these Draco chiefs numbering in the hundreds of thousands but these were most of the operating chieftains now on earth. These beings were in willful opposition to cosmic order and dedicated to the control of Human and Ovvalan evolution and possession of the planet. Rogue souls. I was starting to feel sick with the horror and wonder of it.

These were the CEO’s - overt and covert, of government agencies and vast corporate enterprises. They controlled economic systems, communication systems, industrial, manufacturing and transportation systems. They operated commercial slave systems, international drug operations, gambling conglomerates, weapons factories. Some were the heads of state of countries. They ran and owned sports complexes, universities, real estate and investment operations. They controlled massive industrial farming operations, pharmaceutical conglomerates and global retail chains. They operated secret intelligence systems and covert military groups. These were the powers behind the powers. The great majority were from old AndrrKa royal families and had been raised learning Ouroboros sorcery skills and been linked from birth through private social clubs and universities to other AndrrKa families. The one code of conduct they shared in common was a predatory competition with one another for the subjugation of Humanity and Ovvalans. Their only allegiance was to the blood of their ancestors buried in the Earth and to the Draco Master Plan of Full Spectrum Dominance and access to a power known as Vrryl - Predatory Creativity. And all of this was skillfully camouflaged from the people of the world by the perfected use of the Ouroboros linguistic by which they said one thing and meant another.

Astrally, this environment was radiating dark pulses of electricity where the atoms were at some distance from one another - a rough, elemental electrical discharge that purposefully resisted the finer points of intelligence in favor of an aggressive elemental force.

In contrast to this, Llueve and I amplified the presence of the warmth and love-filled mysterious life growing inside of us, the wonder of our meeting, our alliance with Universal forces and our awareness of the extraordinary Siddhe leaders out there monitoring us in the night. These Things below us, these possessed people, were the current incarnation of the leaders who had fought with the Siddhe for seven thousand years. They were the core powers that create senseless wars and ethnic conflicts, depressions and heating oil shortages. To these beings our baby was just a Cheerio. In the most ghoulish way imaginable, I was completely fascinated.

The intelligence within these beings was not for life. Life - the Solar-Blood - as Djagda had called it - was missing here. There was no glow to any of them. They were like black holes pulling light inwards.

We had been instructed above all to be prepared to zero in on our physical bodies should we be challenged or even witnessed. We couldn’t allow the strange forces we were experiencing to distract us from the fact that right now the Adrrik and the BATS were invisibly and continuously scanning every inch of the area looking for foreign radiations. An Ovvalan or Human astral spy would have been sensed in seconds. But our unique energy construct seemed to be, so far, beyond their perceptions because nothing was coming near us. We were just air in the room.

I looked at some of the individuals - resisting the impulse to get magnetized by their power by tightening my hold around Llueve’s hips. There were Ovvalans and Humans of every Race and color down there. I looked at a tall Oriental man dressed in a floor length black robe of some fine, rich, flowing material that shimmered opalescent in the glowing cavern light. His face was chiseled, intelligent and commanding. A tension of focused will and dangerously intense passion reverberated in his energy field. As I looked at him, he blinked once, then twice and then quickly turned his head scanning the room - to left – to right - sensing my intrusion and ready to bite somebody. I looked away.

I looked at another man, this one a black Ovvalan - dressed in blood red robes and saw his cheek twitch in awareness of something touching him. I quickly looked away. These people were hyper aware.

The Oriental Ovvalan in black appeared to be using a tremendous amount of raw will power to hold a state of passionate violence towards the other people directly around him, under control. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. There was distinctly one arm’s length of space between each person. I realized that a lot of mental energy was going into making sure no one got any closer. It was as though each person here could barely stand the presence of the others. They tolerated each other for the sake of the common purpose in their meeting but they didn’t like each other. They were allies for what they could make possible for one another and that only.

Taking quick glimpses and then looking away, I studied the Ovvalan black man. His cheeks were lean, his face long, his ears peaked, his forehead high, and eyes bright with awareness and glittering curiosity. His robes concealed a body loaded with athletic strength and skill. As I watched him, his gaze shifted within himself and I could feel him begin to scan from within what it was that had made him watchful. I quickly shifted my gaze away and as instructed, placed a silver star-shield between him and me inscribed with a certain banishing design I had been shown. A snap visualization. I then caressed the curve of Llueve’s waist beneath her robe to shift my focus. Her still taut, flat belly radiated feline animal strength that soothed me. I squeezed myself against her. There was a warm security in our touch. We made up a dream bubble from within which we watched these strange, menacing creatures.

A very beautiful blond Human woman dressed in red and with a wide lapelled collar that rose into a point behind her back, had the same cold, glittering, reptilian eyes as those around her and the intensely contained will - her face was a frozen mask of beauty and cold, detached refinement - ageless, proud and impatient for the proceedings to begin, she squirmed in place. There was one man, dressed in red, in his mid forties to whom people deferred. He seemed to have two bodyguards. A quick glance showed me something odd about him. He was deathly calm. His eyes were wide open, his stance relaxed and his skin, though healthy seemed waxed and fixed in place. I wanted to look at him more but Llueve zapped me with a caution - ‘stay focused’ ‘maintain the visualizations’ so I stopped looking at him and concentrated on our job.

Quickly scanning from face to face, I saw in each person an extraordinary individuality and definition and in each face a power and will, an intelligence and refinement like I had never seen before. These were men and women who thought very highly of themselves and brooked no interference even from persons just like themselves. These were superior people itching to fight for the next mark of distinction.

I saw a number of Human faces I actually recognized (names omitted as per publishing contract) - a senator, a famous real estate magnate, a famous aging lawyer, a television newscaster, a computer mogul, an aging male movie star next to a famous model who was young and beautiful and hungry.

A murmur of voices arose as very tall men, giants, dressed in elegant, dark, tailored suits entered bearing silver trays loaded with tall fluted wine glasses. Lusty laughter rose as these waiters entered the throng of people and the tension momentarily lifted as people removed glasses from the trays. I thought naturally it was wine. But then I watched a woman carefully as she drank from her glass.

Her lips seemed to writhe around the rim of the glass as she swallowed the whole of the contents in one breathless gulp. Immediately her energy field quivered, shook and expanded with intense vitality. Her skin began to glow with health, vitality and beauty. A clear, circular globe of bright garnet light expanded around her. She turned towards the center of the circled triangle and became intensely still. One after another of the people drank down in one gulp what I realized was fresh blood and became entranced. The entire mass of people became positioned around the edge of the circle and turned towards the center. Complete silence fell. The intensity of focused will I had seen in each of these individuals was as nothing compared to what took place after they had drunk their cups of blood. Their auras joined together into one focused ray of luminous dark will fixed on the golden triangle.

The giants returned in sets of twos - each set carrying large canvas sacks suspended between polished brass poles. As they circulated through the crowd everyone carelessly threw their glasses into the bags where they smashed faintly. The giants disappeared through a doorway and shortly after that, six of the giants returned surrounding four even larger, muscular giants who carried a golden cage atop a platform by thick brass carrying poles balanced on their shoulders.

In the cage, seated in an ornate golden chair was a Human woman with long blond hair. She was dressed in a reflecting gold, hooded, floor length robe with violet piping around the hem and along the arms.

Her energy field was completely different from everyone else’s in the room. She radiated organic Human warmth and vulnerability and as the cage was carried through the crowd, I could see a warm, honey hued force around her that physically drew the Dracos towards her. Golden honey ripples of vibrating mammalian warmth radiated outwards from her like sunbeams. Under the black and red robes, the Draco possessed forms jerked and heaved spasmodically as the cage passed near them. One man actually reached between the bars to pet the woman at which point one of the giants turned with lightning speed and struck him with the silver rod he carried. A blue-white electrical charge arced against his arm setting his robe on fire. With equal speed, the man ripped off the sleeve and threw it to the ground and stomped the flame out, grunted once and then resumed his silent trance. There was no reaction at all from the people surrounding him.

A rumbling groan arose out of the assembly as the procession with the cage crossed the red and white bands and lowered the platform to the ground. The silence became denser then took over the assembly. The woman climbed out of the golden cage, I heard the hinges squeal distantly as she pushed open the door and stepped down onto the triangle of gold dust

The woman was tall and full bodied. Her golden robe covered all her skin from her ankles to her ears - she even wore golden sandals. She quickly stepped inside the golden triangle with an obvious urgency. She stood alone looking upwards to avoid looking into the eyes of any of the silent assembly, clasped her hands in front of herself and waited.

At that point, her escort of giants took positions around the perimeter, their silver cattle prods held erect. There were a few moments of silence and then the other giants in black suits came rushing out of the door in the wall carrying what looked like red five-gallon gasoline jugs. They poured the contents of the jugs into the troughs inside the crisscross bands. This was a red viscous liquid that I realized with growing horror was fresh blood in glass containers. A thrilling, jewel like energy expanded inwards and upwards from the blood. The entire assembly shuddered and moaned.

The deathly still man now crossed from the outside of the bands to stand next to the woman. He was holding a long black wand and in a voice far more powerful than I expected to hear from his pale form, he intoned;

‘Hekas Hekas Eberstray Bliblioyes!’

An invisible presence entered the chamber that felt like a compressed and mounting pressure.

Llueve squeezed my hand with three rapid motions - ’hold the constructs – ‘don’t get spaced out’ – ‘stay close.’ The thought forms followed the hand-squeezes. I looked at Llueve and saw she was enclosed in her white psychic robes, a high collar tight around her throat, the material thick and protective. I saw that I was dressed similarly but in an electric blue material. The energy in the room was becoming frighteningly dark and magnetic. She wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed her belly against me.

The sorcerer waved his wand through the honeyed aura of the woman dressed in gold and drew projected geometrical figures on the top of the cavern from their combined energy. This took on the shape of a portal. He surrounded this portal with letters and geometrical shapes that turned blood red and hung suspended, fading in brilliance but remaining visible. Once this drawing had been placed on the ceiling of the chamber, the man with the wand abruptly walked back into the crowd. It came to me that he was one of the original 14 magicians who had allowed a Tyranosaurian Lord to take over his mind. 7000 years ago.

The priestess raised her arms and let her robes fall away so that except for a gold bikini she stood naked. Her figure was robustly perfect with a flat belly and wide hips. She had very large, stick out breasts, from which clouds of a milky vapor wafted out and upwards.

Golden energy pulsed from between the woman’s legs and breasts and spiraled up inside the golden triangle to the ceiling of the vault without leaving the boundaries of the triangle beneath her feet. Vertical planes of energy coming off her flesh carried the golden energy to the ceiling and glowed in a triangular column of honey light. A silent sigh came out of the assembly at the sight of the golden energy as of something precious and adored. It was very beautiful.

In contrast to the fertile, living energy of the Priestess, the collective energy of the assembly looked like a shredded black sailcloth blowing in a winter wind. A craven, sucking hunger lusted for the energy inside the golden triangle. Serrated energies emanated from the assembly and compressed into a vacuum. Hunger and lust from the assembly began pulling, pulling against the vertical golden triangle, pulling down at whatever was beyond the top of the brilliant column of standing sunlight in the pressure filled, darkly lit chamber.

Weird black serrated energy lines lurched aggressively downwards towards the woman but stopped at the vertical plane around the golden triangle, leaving her untouched. A growling hum grew out of the assembly as the black jagged lines and the golden energy seemed to battle one another.

The Priestess now started invocations that were repeated by the assembly.

A kind of life sucking thunder was contained in this groaning, moaning chant coming from the group. It was the sound of pure, undiluted lust and greed. The priestess was transfixed, looking directly upwards as the golden warm energy surrounding her began to pulse, her mind seemed to become vacant as the energy rose up and met thunderous serrated waves of dark energy ripping into the astral portal. The two opposing energies grew in intensity until suddenly from the center of the ceiling vault, an energy crack appeared and a black and red mixed ectoplasm oozed down along the outside of the golden triangle - it was thick and flowing like red oil or black blood - it began filling the entire vault with a dark pungent odor - a thrilling, violent, anti-energy - it was like nothing I can compare it to - it was like a hunger for destruction and lust and rage finely balanced inside a piercing intelligence of lust - thrilling, terrifying, possessing. This was the Draco Vrryl anti-energy I had been warned to expect. The assembly began to growl and masticate and thrash their heads spasmodically from side to side as the energy descended. Their bodies swelled and filled their robes and snouts began to protrude from their faces, as their skin became leather like and green.

Llueve squeezed me tighter and I squeezed her back just as tightly. I seriously wondered at that point if we shouldn’t get the hell out of there as it felt like all control - by everybody - was about to be lost – ‘f-o-c-u-s!’ Llueve hissed through clenched teeth, in a strange mix of rage and sadness, love and determination - ’ I heard a high-pitched tone ring in my ears and felt a fevered awareness but still remembered to scan the air around us for Adrrik or Bats but could see nothing.

The Vrryl energy spilled down the outside edge of the golden triangle then down onto the floor like blood laced molasses as dark green scaled reptilian legs appeared dropping down from the energy crack at the ceiling. Huge, tight bands of muscle quivering with life and power descended - muscles, scales, claws. Then a torso of rippling muscles, incredibly alive, powerful, different than any physical flesh I have ever seen - like a huge snake with each of its muscles quivering independently. Thick muscular arms, with little delicate paws and long clawed fingers solidified out of the ectoplasmic smoke. Sharper and sharper this came into defined reality through the waves of energy rising up from the troughs of blood and the golden glow from the naked woman. The reptilian skin, shining, dense, snake-rippling. Then the head appeared - part Human, part Ovvalan - all Reptilian - jaws of protruding bone and muscle - ears like horns - huge eyes with luminous, pale green reptilian irises and blacker than black, vertically slit incandescent pupils out of which came the final evil black light - all the energies in the room had been leading to this culmination - a crisis of energy - in the waves of dark intelligence coming from those eyes. Right then and there I had no doubt where the ideas of satanic evil had come from. It was this Thing!

Three stories tall, weighing tons, its weight settled athletically down on its haunches. Then with shocking finality the long, spined, muscular tail dropped down out of the heights, slowly sliding down the wall of vertical golden light. With a sickening, wet thwack, like a massive, evil afterbirth, it slammed onto the floor and slowly writhed.

The reptile towered twenty feet above the heads of the assembly. The massive head turned with quick reptilian jerks and looked over the people. Its huge unblinking, green, eyes with their slit pupils of black-light scanned the crowd as it slowly turned in a full circle. The assembly, their heads tilted up, looked back with abandoned adoration. The thing’s jaw muscles bunched and protruded as it masticated slowly with dense, electrically rippling muscles - brilliant white pointed teeth showed behind the leathery lips as the head quivered with restrained violence.

Tyrannosaurus Rex - with the intelligent face of a man. It looked around the room - unblinking – with unquenchable defiance, lust, rage and mastery. I had never seen something so powerful and in control. I felt pulled towards it, my thoughts reversing themselves inside my mind. I couldn’t help feeling an intense admiration and awe.

‘REXXON!’ A deep, gravelly voice yelled passionately and then everyone in the assembly began screaming the name over and over –‘REXXON! REXXON! REXXON! REXXON!’

A cold thundering voice exploded out of the massive Reptilian.

‘THEY ARE BURNING THE BLOOD OF OUR ANCESTORS IN THEIR CARS!!!’

Rexxon’s voice effortlessly filled the cavern with a subsonic thunder and drowned out all the other combined voices. The clarity of its pronunciation, with a slight, upper crust English accent was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

‘SIXTY MILLION YEARS WE HAVE WAITED FOR THIS DAY!!!’ It said.

More screams of “REXXON REXXON REXXON!!!’

‘WE CAN NOT FAIL NOW!’

Delirious shouts of enthusiasm echoed in the cavern. Figures advanced from outside the circle of the group carrying some kind of cylinders but my attention was fixed on the being.

‘THE ARCTIC! ARABIA! VENEZUELA! THE OCEAN FLOOR!!! WE WILL POSSESS THAT BLOOD OF OUR ANCESTRAL SOUL!’ Silence grew among the raging throng.

‘WE MUST INCREASE GLOBAL INDUSTRIAL CONSUMPTION TO TWENTY FIVE TIMES WHAT IT IS TODAY! IN INDIA, CHINA, UZBEKISTAN, AFGHANISTAN, SOUTH AMERICA, AFRICA AND ALL THE REST OF THE UNTOUCHED MARKETS AWAITING ACTIVATION. WE WILL BUILD AUTO PLANTS, ATOMIC ENERGY PLANTS, SUPER MALLS IN THE CONGO, SIBERIA, MACHU PICHU - NO MARKET MUST GO UNEXPLOITED! WE WILL HAVE NOT MERE FIELDS OF GENETICALLY IMPROVED SOY AND CORN BUT ENTIRE PLAINS! - AND THESE NEW HYBRID GRAINS WILL BE THE SIZE OF GORILLA TESTICLES! THEY WILL BE HARVESTED WITH FIFTY WHEEL COMBINES THAT WILL HOUSE A THOUSAND LIVE IN WORKERS AND CONVEY BOXED, CANNED PRODUCT DIRECTLY INTO MOVING SEMIS INSTANTLY EN ROUTE TO FEED THE POOR HUDDLED HUNGRY MASSES! WHO WILL PAY FOR IT WITH CASH MONEY!!!’ Hysterical laughter catapulted out of the assembly. Snapping his rows of pointed teeth for silence, Rexxon continued. As his talking grew more intense, thick, gleaming, pearly slime began dribbling from his jaws and down his chest onto the floor.

‘THE UNIFIED GLOBAL ECONOMY MUST SUBVERT THE GROWING ENVIRONMENTAL REGULATIONS THAT ARE LIMITING OUR USES OF FREE MARKET INDUSTRIAL PROCESSES! THESE PROCESSES WERE CREATED WITH OUR BLOOD! WE ARE OIL! OIL IS US! GAK GAK GAK!’ The Reptilian let out a low, menacing laugh. The people screamed approval.

‘WE MUST CREATE THE ATMOSPHERE FOR A FASTER CONSUMERISM. WE MUST TEACH THEIR YOUNG OUR VALUE SYSTEM! OUROBOROS! EAT OR BE EATEN!! THEY NEED TO THINK OF THEMSELVES AS BIGGER AND BADDER! BIGGER HOUSES! BIGGER CARS! BIGGER BANK ACCOUNTS! BIGGER APPETITES! THERE IS AN ECONOMIC CRISIS?! WHY?! BECAUSE OF THE SO CALLED MINIMUM WAGE! THE MINIMUM WAGE IS RUINING VENTURE CAPITAL AND MUST BE ABOLISHED! WE WILL INTRODUCE THE MICRO WAGE!’ Enraptured screams. Shouts of delirious approval. ‘THE PISSANT WAGE! ONLY A LOOSER WOULD ACCEPT SUCH WAGES TO BEGIN WITH! AND ENVIRONMENTALISTS! ENVIRONMENTALISTS MUST BE UNDERSTOOD AS THE ENEMIES OF PROGRESS! PEOPLE THE WORLD OVER MUST SEE THEM AS THE DEVILS THEY ARE - PREVENTING A MOTHER FROM FEEDING HER BABIES! - A REAL MAN FROM BUYING HIS WIFE WHAT SHE DESIRES! A TEENAGER MUST SEE ENVIRONMENTALISTS AS INFERIOR AND IMPOVERISHED AND SEXLESS LOSERS! IT IS THIS DAMNED ENVIRONMENTAL CAUTION THAT IS HOLDING US UP WITH THEIR GIRLIE ECONOMICS!’

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