24 Aug 2005 @ 09:40, by Enocia Joseph
The 3 most powerful and richest men on the planet are about to have an emergency group meeting.
No one on earth, not even the secret agencies, know they exist. These men are so secretive they won't even reveal their identities to the others in the group. They are simply known as the CLOWN, the MYSTIC and the POET.
These three have the power to change world beliefs, create recessions, end recessions, start religions, end global poverty, even end wars but they are only interested in two things: power and wealth. The group's aim is to create conspiracy theories that will distract humanity from knowing the truth of who they really are. In fact these 3 are what is commonly called the Illuminati but they go under the name of CCTV which stands for Covert Conspiracy Team Venture. Because of business commitments, they usually meet once every 6 months.
The Clown has called an emergency meeting. We join them in their secret hideout which cannot be revealed here for obvious reasons.
CLOWN: Welcome! It’s good to see you again.
MYSTIC: Me too. Why are we here?
POET: I’m intrigued.
CLOWN: Because I missed you guys. Does there have to be a reason?
POET: Stop acting stupid and tell us why we are here. I am way too busy to waste time.
CLOWN: OK, don't get your knickers in a twist. The reason I called this Emergency Meeting is because I've noticed humanity is getting too laid back. We need to give them something new to fret about.
MYSTIC: But they've got enough right now to keep them going what with terror attacks, mobile phones, CJD, DVDs and the likes. Why can't we give them a break for another year?
CLOWN: You and your false sense of conscience! Where is that conscience of yours when you are spending people's hard earned cash?
POET: There's no need to get offensive, CLOWN.
CLOWN: Sorry.
MYSTIC: You are forgiven.
CLOWN: I believe it's time to give humanity something else to worry about.
POET: What have you got in mind?
CLOWN: Cats.
MYSTIC: What?
CLOWN: Cats. I've dreamed up this conspiracy where all domestic cats are secret agents working for their governments. Each cat has an implant called CAT or Concealed Attaché Technology.
POET: (laughing) That sounds daft.
CLOWN: Maybe, but if you can come up with something better, be my guest.
MYSTIC: What is the purpose of the CAT conspiracy?
CLOWN: What is the purpose of all conspiracy theories? To distract humanity from knowing who they are, and to make us even richer. Hehehe! Hehehe!
MYSTIC: Oh shut up, CLOWN, you sound like Skeletor (He-Man's arch-enemy).
CLOWN: Sorry. Naturally, like all theories, it is going to have to sound authentic. I already have scientists who can create evidence that all cats have implants. Perhaps we could approach Dan Brown or David Icke to write an exposé. POET, you are very good at bringing people together. Maybe you could arrange this?
POET: I did an excellent job with Dan Brown, didn't I?
CLOWN: Yes you did. People can't get enough of the Da Vinci Code. Hehehe!
MYSTIC: You are doing your Skeletor laugh again.
CLOWN: Sorry.
MYSTIC: What role do I play?
CLOWN: You know, ensuring that each religious faction has its say; the intelligentsia get to debate what this means for society; get people to argue for the rights of Cats. You know, blow it out of all proportion and intimate other animals might be involved in this. Do what you do best - pretend you care about humanity; that's how we make money.
MYSTIC: I'll see what I can do.
CLOWN: In the meantime I'll get the ball rolling sending out mind control frequencies to the collective consciousness. Let's meet up in two weeks and report our progress.
POET: That's a bit soon.
MYSTIC: I think two weeks is fine with me.
POET: OK, I'll do my best.
CLOWN: Remember people why we do this - Power and Money.
POET: There is nothing like having power over all.
MYSTIC: There is nothing like wealth.
CLOWN: And there is nothing like conspiracy theories. Hehehe! Till next time.
TO BE CONTINUED
Halibut Sorbet
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