Empire’s Electro-Lobotomized Worker Bees

Spinning through time and space on a tiny blue sphere, somewhere in an infinite universe.  Well into my 70th revolution around the burning star which sustains us.  Growing ever-closer to imminent demise, but searching…still searching…ever searching for an infinitesimal shred of understanding.  Just a worker bee, blown off course by a hurricane of conflicting information.  Separated and alienated from my Hive long ago.

Somewhere deep within the Hive, and hidden from their underlings, the Banking Queen and her Wall Street/Government Drones disseminate electronic misinformation, manipulate the masses, and scheme to control or conquer neighboring colonies. ‘Tis the Hive of Empire. The exceptional Hive. The all-powerful one. Hive of the feared, loathed, and despised.  The Hive of Empire wields unthinkable destructive power, rattling its saber constantly, lest anyone forget it.  Swarms of uniformed, armed killer bees infiltrate neighboring colonies across every inch of the tiny blue sphere.  Info-bees commandeer foreign and domestic media.  Assassin-bees deliver death stings to uncooperative rulers.  Actor/king bees strut, threaten, and remind any doubters who’s running the show.  Worker bees keep noses to the grindstone, hoping only for a small share of milk and honey, bread and circuses.

341 years and counting, the Hive of Empire has grown like a sticky-sweet metastasized melanoma upon our tiny blue sphere.  All the while, those in charge, and a succession of ancestors have been busy concocting tall tales for subservient swarms of workers.  From cradle to grave, the song and dance, dog and pony show goes on.  Worker bee larva suck the fantasy teats of Santa Claus, Easter Bunnies, and Tooth Fairies.  Pupa, spoon-fed tall tales of gods, devils, and angels…heroic accounts of Pilgrims, Founding Fathers, wars of righteousness, the taming of savages, civilizing of Africans, Manifest Destiny!  Can I get a “Hallelujah”?  Adult bees mature, eagerly embracing any yarn they’re told.  Behaving as required.  Blindly, deafly, dumbly, obediently.

“Believe!” is the mantra.  To do otherwise: blasphemy, betrayal, unthinkable.  A worker bee’s allegiance must be pledged to the Hive.  Mindlessly and in good faith we toil, oblivious to our own slavery.  Unaware that we’re nothing but resources to be harvested at the whim of the Banking Queen and her Wall Street/Government Drones.  We stand in unison, teary-eyed-proud when The Star Spangled Banner is sung; ignoring the glorification of rockets and bombs, deaf to the third stanza, which cheers the slaughter of runaway slaves during The War of 1812.  Dutifully we cast our sham-election votes.  Left duopoly/right duopoly; death or death, destruction or destruction, war or war, impervious in our sad, sorry, electro-lobotomized ignorance.  Heedless of the abrupt cliff at the end of the road.  Faces buried in our new iPhone 8s; happily texting, tweeting, mimicking the latest mindless chatter, necks bent over on 90 degree angles, spellcheck, google maps, Facebook, iTunes.  Unconcerned with other worker bees around us, for they are equally insulated from their surroundings.  Electro-lobotomized, exemplary and exceptional worker bees.

Since my long, lonely separation from the Hive, I’ve acquired some infinitesimal degree of understanding of the seamless, pernicious perfection with which it operates.  To find the root of all evil within the Hive, just follow the money to the Banking Queen.  Shameless slut that she is, she fornicates with Drones from the Legislative, Executive, Judicial, Military, Intelligence, Security, Police, Hollywood, Fake News, Television, Aerospace, Oil, Gas, Coal, Mining, Agrochemical, Big Pharma, Beef/Pork/Poultry/Dairy/Egg, Medical, Insurance, Prison, Real Estate, Construction, Education, and Illicit Drug Industries…just to name a few.  Fucking like rabbits, they form an impenetrable coalition which jealously guards against any changes in the status quo.  The Queen maintains her opulent throne, Drones bask in obscene wealth, worker bee slaves are used and abused until their utility diminishes; then cast aside.

The seamless, pernicious system safeguards the continuation of business as usual.  Impossible, infinite growth within a finite blue sphere.  Warfare to maintain continual chaos, population reduction, and control of resources abroad, while the profits trickle down to Drones of every stripe.  C.I.A./Big Pharma-illicit/legal drugs further zombify electro-lobotomized, superfluous masses, sharing wealth and profits with Police/Prison industries.  All branches of Government collude with Agrochemical, Big Pharma, Animal Food Industry, Medical, and, of course, Fake News in a multi-trillion dollar nutritional scam, resulting in a nation of endlessly sick, morbidly obese worker bees, fed a high-protein, high-fat, animal-intensive diet.  This multi-faceted racket has the added benefit of helping eliminate unproductive old people.  Milk makes energy, beef is what’s for dinner, and if you believe that, I’ve got some newly created swamp land in Puerto Rico that might interest you.

An infinitesimal degree of understanding has led me to a shitload of conclusions.  Although the whole truth often remains hidden, once you grok the system, the lies jump out and bite you in the ass.  Three Kennedys, King, X, Evers, Wellstone, and Lennon were most certainly NOT killed by lone gunmen or freak accidents.  The official stories of World War II, and all U.S. wars before and since, are pure fiction.  If the Hive of Empire is involved, all the bloodshed is magically turned into profit; U.S. Military Alchemy.  All those heroic trips to the Moon and back were just Hollywood at its best.  If there’s an impending coup d’etat in a socialist-leaning country, it was NOT started within the boundaries of that country.  If the president of a socialist-leaning country is assassinated, the Assassin-bees of the C.I.A. should probably be included in the lineup.  Two Trade Center attacks, The Oklahoma City Bombing, Boston Marathon Bombing;  C.I.A./Hollywood at its best.  China wasn’t the villain in Tibet, rather it saved a whole little colony of worker-bees from lives of slavery, bondage, and mutilation.  Hollywood’s darling Dali Lama is a giggling, babbling C.I.A. stooge.  Nightmare diseases are invented regularly for the benefit of Big Pharma, and provide vewy scawy stories on your favorite Fake News channels.  Poor El Chapo was just a small player who took the fall in the world drug trade, which is owned and operated by the freaks at the C.I.A.  And on and on.  You get the gist.

Disclaimer:  It is entirely possible that I’m wrong about any information in the above paragraph…but highly unlikely.  My crystal ball does malfunction occasionally.

I really hate to be involved in the assassination of The American Dream, but like George Carlin said; “The reason they call it the American Dream is because you have to be asleep to believe it.”  The Hive of Empire is built upon a framework of lies, and the truth shall set you free.  Free to fly, and dream of a better hive.  If you’re reading this, you’re probably already a Hive escapee.  Our assignment (should we choose to accept it) is to awaken a few hundred million slumbering, electro-lobotomized flying bugs.  Like Che Guevara said:  “You North Americans are very lucky.  You are fighting the most important fight of all.  You live in the belly of the beast.”  Hasta la victoria siempre!

John R. Hall, having finally realized that no human being in possession of normal perception has a snowball's chance in hell of changing the course of earth's ongoing trophic avalanche, now studies sorcery with the naguals don Juan Matus and don Carlos Castaneda in the second attention. If you're patient, you might just catch him at his new email address, but if his assemblage point happens to be displaced, it could take a while. That address is: drachman2358@outlook.com Read other articles by John R..