Hello, gentlemen and-…no ladies?
Figured not. Not just a secret new world order, noooo, you’re a
sexist secret new world order. Ahem, my apologies, esteemed
autocrats, let me introduce myself. My name is Mickey Doherty the
third, proud descendant of ideological crusaders dating back since
the dawn of humanity.
For generations, my forefathers have fought
for the truth, the whole truth, and nothing BUT the truth. The
truth that YOU, with your money, lies and vaccinations, have kept
hidden from the people. The truth, that you have managed to lock up
inside your underground vaults, sky cities and lunar colonies.
The
TRUTH.
Ahem. But you know all of that. You
probably know everything, every scrap of human history, every thought
that has gone through the head of every member of Homo Sapiens
Sapiens on this planet.
EXCEPT FOR MINE!
Even now, hehe, your top
scientists have yet to pierce my consciousness, you wanna know why?
It’s the tinfoil implants under my scalp. You took away all my
tools, all my defenses, but you didn’t see that coming, did ya?!
Oh I’m sure you can remove it now, but that doesn’t matter. The
damage is done, and this time, you are not recovering. No coverup,
no purge, no filtering of any sort will stop the truth from getting
out. You have no one but yourselves to blame. You’ve gotten
complacent, careless, and my network has managed to grow, right under
your noses!
But I digress. I suppose, before the
world breaks out in total revolt against your despotic grip, and
finally shakes you off, you’ll want to know how I managed to defeat
you.
I’ll tell you. Oh mama, will I tell you. It all boils down
to one word, you see.
Leak.
Yes, a leak! Ha! You smug tyrants,
thinking your control over us was so absolute, you never expected an
inside job! It appears that one of you has some sense of decency,
unhindered by human cruelty, reptilian cunning, and alien genetics.
It was on March 22nd, 2019, yes, I remember the date
exactly, that I was approached. Me, Mickey Doherty the third,
approached to free humanity from its prison!
It was a sunny day, that March 22nd,
I must commend your weather machines for doing such a fine job, and
on this sunny day, I was in my tent, foil – lined of course,
working on my pigeon laser, which I had happened to extract from some
files from one of your labs in Poland. Going outside to refill my
oxygen canister, I saw a cat.
I’m afraid I can’t recall exactly
how I realized it was an agent of yours, perhaps it was the triangle
on its collar, or maybe the fact that the cadence of its purrs, when
put to morse code, spelled out the opening passage of “1984” in
Latin.
Yes, we have broken that particular code. Anyway, what
matters is that I did know, and I knew, despite all my best efforts,
I had been found.
Your blasted cat knocked me to the
ground before I could raise my weapon, and throttled me into
unconsciousness.
When I came to, butt naked and hanging upside down
in one of your lightless cells, I knew that I was going to die. I
was scared then.
Not now, I’m not afraid of you bastards now, but
back then, I was terrified. To die like some NOBODY, at the hands of
the puppeteers, with nothing to my name! You can bet your collective
shadowy asses I was terrified.
Then, suddenly, out of a door of
light, a figure entered. A man! Probably. Not really sure, in
hindsight. Regardless, this…figure, told me that he or she was one
of you. I tried to activate the cyanide capsule in my tooth, but it
had already been removed. I thrashed, and struggled. My source,
your traitor, calmed me by promising me what I wanted most. The
truth.
Your leak let me down, and gave me back
my hat, my suit, my thermometer, even my instant death capsule. With
not a single world more, he directed me towards a computer. This
computer, you see, was the sum of everything you were, yes I’m
using the past tense, seeing how your organization is about to keel
over.
This computer had EVERYTHING on you. Every assassination,
every celebrity scandal, every famine, every insidious toothpaste ad!
The Christmas season mass hypnosis, the stock market crash, global
warming, all YOU! And now I had the proof. I had not known true
happiness until that moment, esteemed committee of slavemongers, I
was so giddy, I barely felt the hypodermic needle in my neck.
Sigh….you bastards really can’t do things the easy way, can you?
Not even your turncoats. When I woke up from the effects of the
drug, I was next to my tent, with a USB in my hand. That’s when I
knew things were going to get very fun. For myself, I mean,
obviously not for you.
The rest of the story, you may know,
surely you must have picked up on it. You’ve got eyes, ears and
noses in every nook and cranny of this planet. It took months of
proper encryption, preparation and planning before I could even THINK
of distributing this information. I had to call on every ally, all
of my contacts. The ones in the underground, those behind enemy
lines in corporate media, every guerrilla journalist, activist and
agitator that has ever fought for your exposure, I called, they came.
I promised them the motherlode and they answered.
Soon, the networks us warriors of
freedom had built up over the centuries was spreading the news, the
truth, to all corners of the globe. You cracked down quickly, but
every show of force only revealed yourselves further. You managed to
catch me with your clever disappearing toilet trap in New York,
you’ve questioned me, and now you will kill me.
I’ve told you everything that
matters. I will die a happy man. You will die as monsters deserve,
in the fires of justice.
I found the truth, and the truth has broken
you.
Good day, gentlemen.
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