We are witnessing the final years of the Fiat cotton/paper inspired “Nation States”, the “United Nations” which since 1945, have been one and all – Corporations. The Nation State is not only long dead, but like dinosaurs, never actually existed in the first place. Those that still believe in “Nation States”, as if Nations are actual entities are delusional, like 99.999% of Humanity is delusional, they even believe that “dinosaurs walked the earth”. The Wizard Of Fiat has NO POWER, and as you have not been told, when you were just a little child, back then it was not made clear to you that the Wizard Of Fiat has NO HEART, NO BRAIN, and IS A COWARD! You were not told that, it was not explained to you, why? Because most likely you are part of the 99.999% of humans which cover the earth like a lurid algae bloom, green as the ink you worship. But those 99.999% are not required for any future action on earth, they are like the waste-product of Munchkin Land, an Ooze that has been left over from another Ooze. The masses of humans are going to always act like a drowning man, who flails around wildly looking to hold onto something, perhaps someone elses leg – so they both drown, in their own algae ooze, well, if a useless human ziobot attached itself to my leg, I would give it one good hard kick in the head and send it to the bottom of the algae covered sea. Amazingly this humongous waste disposal unit that humans, or Munchkins, or whatever, are not capable of running, is a despicable racket that could come to an end in a cotton-picking minute, it could come to an end but it does not, even when it is exposed for what it is, and the curtain is pulled back and the all-too-human assistants run for the exits fumbling for their car-keys, there being no honour among heartless cowards who have no brains. I am reminded of the astronaut who used to take his extremely expensive car-stereo with him on his trips to the moon; “Hey Joe, why take that damned stereo with you every time we go to the moon?” “Because it cost a month’s wages, that’s why, and I don’t want it stolen, do you know how many cars are broken into in that stupid car park?” “No”, “Too many, too many to count.” And even more stupidly, or less, I am not sure, I am reminded of Arnold Schwarzenegger in that movie ‘Twins’, where he says “and its all cotton”, as if ‘all cotton’ means it’s good. But it is not good, comparably, unless good means the same as cheap, as in supermarket cheap, then it would be good, relatively. But only in terms of digits printed on cotton by the Wizard of Fiat, which is not good, so it is not good, which means I am right in the first place, and Arnie is definitely wrong with his devotion to cotton. Moses was never on Mount Vesuvius, that is a fact, because Moses is a River which is not even in Italy, let alone Egypt, but even if the fictional Moses came down from Mount Vesuvius or Mount Sin-ai, as Jew and Gentile call it, than it is a cotton idol that was worshiped and not a gold one, to say it was gold can only be fiction because humans generally worship cotton or paper idols rather than gold idols or any other idols made of any other material, and that is fact attested to by the witness of Time itself. The Wizard Of Fiat was in control you see, and he was an Artist who was proficient in the use of Cotton and Paper and of course, Ink…I did not want to mention that, because I would then feel as if I would have to explain it, Ink, that is, and if I explain Ink, well, I don’t want to, that I leave up to the Third Reich Pilgrim, do you know that the Third Reich Pilgrim wrote the greatest book of the 21st Century? Did you know that? If you are part of humanity you would not know that. Anyway I write all about Ink, its his-story, and about Alchemy, and other insignificant stuff. Like Dorothy’s Silver slippers, only Hollywood could put Ruby slippers on Dorothy, it was for the Technicolor effect of the Silver screen, you see, but it is not Alchemically correct, as Frank Baum’s book would tell you. Which just goes to show, that the lies of the screen are greater than the lies of the book. Now the Silver slippers were the Silverites transformed under paper and ink and bound into a book, now in those days you could not put truth in a book, you had to lie, to make something Vulgar (public) was to get a truth and then twist it into a warped old lie, and only then could you be Vulgar, or Public, telling the truth was simply not an option, in those days, you had to lie, no lie – no publish, simple as that. Anyway the Silverites wanted to dance cheek to jowl with the Gold misters, and they reckoned 16:1 as a ratio, fair it seemed, so said the “16 to 1’s” folk, 1 OZ of Gold for 16 OZ of Silver, that was being proposed, in the Land of OZ, because OZ is one ounce. But the Gold misters said to the Silverites that this arrangement would be beneficial for the Munchkins, and why should they do anything for the country bumpkin Munchkins? Why not just follow the tradition and go Vulgar, I.e. lie, deceive those stupid little Munchkins with a simple trick, a school yard sleight-of-hand, thus proving that the Bumpkins were really, really, stupid Munchkins all along, and deserve their pathetic abused state. Why should the Silverites stand up for the midget bumpkins? Let them fight their own fights! And so there was a deal done and the magic flowed with paper and ink and there was a great cyclone of money creation and this cyclone picked up the houses of the country folk, and up they went in inflation, and then they came crashing down! And it was as easy as taking candy from a baby. The Bumpkins really were Munchkins after all… And so they ended up in the Land of Ooze with a Green Ink City surrounded by anodyne fields. And the only way that Dorothy and her pathetic little party of country bumpkins can escape that wicked world, is if she clicks her Silver slippers and makes a wish, because that was all she had to do in the first place as she always had her little slippers made of silver on her little feet, but she did not know how to use them, it was magic. Poor naive little Dorothy, she had a viable truthful currency all along and didn’t even know it. In another allegorical sense we see Dorothy as America, Tinman as a heartless under-employed industrialist in need of oil, Scarecrow a farmer typically uneducated, and the Lion, the military portrayed as a bunch of cowards.
If you think this sounds rather strange and funny, it’s because it is, because there was a secret deal made and an inside joke, and the human masses are the butt of the joke! Hahahah…They really are stupid after all, and by the time they get the joke, they will be the butt of another joke, that they will not have any idea about just as they did not know about the last joke until it was revealed to them. Imagine being the butt of someone elses joke for 100 years! Just imagine, it’s magical.