by Mark De Martini
Sunday, Dec. 24, 2000 at 8:45 AM
ktesibios@hotmail.com
Georgie W. is about to learn the practical application of Larry Niven's dictum "there is no turning away from knowledge". Keep your eyes on the effects.
With the coming change in administrations, a highly-visible but little-known ritual
is about to be enacted.
No, I don’t mean the Inauguation, nor any of the bathetic bleating that the
punditocracy can be expected to engage in.
Neither do I mean the inevitable protests. I’m talking about something that
happens every time a new President takes office.
What’s about to happen is this:
On the first day that a new President shows up for “work”, he will find, waiting for
him, a couple of the stone-faced Secret Boys.
“OK boys,”, says the Prez, feeling cocky after a massive dose of attention and
sycophancy, “try and shock me. Tell me the Real Story.”
And- THEY TELL HIM. It takes about 15 minutes.
After that, every time we see the Prez, he’s a little grayer, a little more
haggard-looking. His expression becomes closer and closer to the 2000-yard
stare you see in photos of Guynemer or Boelcke shortly before their deaths.
Sometimes he deteriorates so much that he has to be replaced with a clone.
Our current President is probably still the original Bill Clinton. Being a born
climber and sellout he was better equipped than most to take the news that the
CEOs and CFOs, the Trilateralists and globalists who are the visible
manifestation of the Run The World Club that he thought he was joining are
really just the lackeys at the Customer Service desk, and that the people who
are really running things aren’t people at all, aren’t even human.
Clinton could insulate himself with a well-woven blanket of pure selfishness. The
Shrub, on the other hand, is a sheltered, goofy, probably well-meaning but dumb
naif. How will he take it?
I predict that it will hit him hard. Over the next few months, watch his face. You’ll
see the signs.