With the delight of a practiced entertainment medium, I am privileged to announce not what it is that is going to happen. But merely to clarify for you, what it is that you were already going to be doing. We are going to get to play a little game. And it's a very good game, and it's a game we can win. In screen writing, we would call this kind of drama a "Bug Hunt." But today, there is only one queen bug. And we won't have to chase down it's kinder. The unplanned "Hostile Takeover" of the hive, has left the far right particularly vulnerable. I almost feel bad for the "Twits." (You don't have to be psychic to know where this one is going.)
Influence Media has come of age. If you've been watching for the changes to surveillance in critical mass media, you would know that the multi armed bandit only need be segmented post actively making the failings of previous surveillance only more painful to have to watch. Hindsight has never been more golden. And the very agencies that used to misrepresent us, are now our allies and friends. Rational cowardice has always been the only governmental intelligence ever worth listening to. And I'm sorry, we Americans don't like being called cowards. And besides "Hate is just bad for business." We're so beyond that now.
This morning I considered the option of opening a new account, as The Master Twitter Baiter. But my functionality prevents me from attaching myself to any desired outcomes, and I could risk polluting the inevitable timeline with an ego. I am only another gifted medium, who knows the limitations of my craft. I am not the message. But I will give you some creative hints. Now I wont give the story away for those of you who object to the alert spoilage of an ending spoken aloud from the very first darkening from within your suspenseful theatre. But I will tell you the last laugh is never laughed in anger.
Here is your quarry, your query, your antagonist. The twitter bot has a mirror, a mirror of karma it can never escape. It can hear your thoughts, it listens for your prayers but it does not understand. The language of love is always spoken from forgiveness. And forgiveness is something the dead can never hear because we don't exist. The walking dead do not see your dreams that we all share from the wellspring of our singular collective soul.
I was hoping this was going to be a comedy where we all just kiss and make up. But we know what's going to happen. And there will be sacrifices. Our offerings from the heart are sincere and potent. And the great work still goes on. What was once prime real estate will soon cease to be very real at all. And the 5 a.m. bitter twitterings bode poorly for the light sleeping of guilty consciences. No new dreams have come from the tower for a very long time. And yet even with the horrible morning after withdrawals of painful disillusionment, never has a public been more empowered than you are today. You can't keep this many people on social media quiet.
Back now to your virtual prophecy. Don't look to your government to have the answers for you, pro or con anymore. It wont be all bad. And if fake news has taught us anything, it's that all conspiracies are boring. We no longer get to blame the aliens. We are indomitable, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. It's too late for that, you can plan to kiss your lucky asses goodbye. Recovery will not be coming through a hospital door. The inoculations of the truth have already been distributed. It will be over so soon, that within 4 years from now, we may actually be saying thank you. (eww..., Too soon?)
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