Romeo Whiskey Tango, continued.
SPOILER ALERT: None of the following nefarious-sounding organizations exist. Just putting that out there so tinfoil-hatted-folk don’t get any new conspiracy theories.
However…while the groups may be fictional (hey, I write fiction), real-world agendas inspired them. Some people think they are getting away with the heist of a lifetime. They believe they have found ways to profiteer off of Trumpian white supremacy without coming across like, you know, white supremacists. The crowd I’m talking about has images to protect, books to write using ChatGPT, boards to sit on, and babes to bang.
An earlier post comes to mind. Anti-Semites for Israel is about fellow countrymen who doubt the Holocaust happened, but loooooooove Netanyahu’s US-funded war machine. The groups I have conjured up here share ASI’s inherent bad faith. They know what they are doing, even if they’re convinced they’re fooling the world.
R.E.L.A.P.P.I. Real Estate Lawyers Advancing the Private Prison Industry. Members of R.E.L.A.P.P.I. want the public to know that they themselves would no way ever, ever, ever take part in the rounding up of children and innocent adults who are just trying to get by. No way would they participate. Ever. But…the people who get rounded up need buildings (I use that term loosely, includes tent cities as well) to be housed in. And those buildings need real-estate contracts drawn up, goddammit. R.E.L.A.P.P.I. believes its hardworking lawyers are just doing their jobs. At $500/hour.
T.R.A.IN. Tech Recruiters for Artificially-Intelligent Nazism. AI can’t take everything if programmers aren’t hired to program the AI so it can take everything. That’s where T.R.A.I.N. comes in. Recruiters who belong to T.R.A.I.N. like to position themselves as not-as-rich versions of Elon Musk. Same concentration-camp-guard demeanor, only with less money in the bank. Like Phony Stark, T.R.A.I.N. members have hijacked the intellectual mojo generated by technology’s true innovators and pass this superior-intelligence-mumbo-jumbo off as their own. SJD is so sad.
F.F.E.D.C.I. The Fossil Fuel Executives Data Center Initiative. F.F.E.D.C.I. (colloquial pronunciation sounds like “fuffy dicky”) loves those cutting-edge possibilities put forth by advances in Super Intelligence. And what they love most is that the techbros behind it all want to prop up the oil and gas industry to help power their takeover. With Signal Pete attacking Iran in a drunken rage and Epstein’s buddies Bonespurs and Apartheid Clyde halting the government’s advances in clean energy and alternative fuels, the future looks bright for F.F.E.D.C.I.
Though one step removed (which they see as their cover), these “groups” are 100% invested in the Project 2025, Silicon Valley, Blonde Tycoon Jesus, Nazi-Germany-For-Idiots cause. The masses had the nerve to elect Barack Obama to our nation’s highest office. And some Americans, while not comfortable verbalizing it, think they have devised a triple-whammy payback plan. They’ll punish the majority that vastly outnumber them while getting stinkin’ rich at the same time…and also managing to keep their personal reputations intact.
USA citizens can put the true Deep State in its place, easy. For starters, #VoteBlue.
Earlier posts:
• Sith Rebirth, my Star Wars fanfiction story.
• Are you in your twenties and wondering what’s up with your parents?
• A gigantic thank you, from me to Rush Limbaugh.
• World events since I released my first book.
• Open letter to a selfie of my drunk-ass self, taken on August 11th, 2001.
I write fiction and have a dark comedy series available, Fearkiller (Volume 1) and Notes from Trillionaire Island: Fearkiller (Volume 2), as well as Revolutionizer Alpha, the first book in a sci-fi series. I also wrote a story about God. It was weird, but then I decided to make the story and its sequel free. And all of the sudden, it didn’t seem as weird. Writing about God is much less weird when you write about God without charging money for it. Here’s my professional site, my trade. Follow me on Medium.
