Im sick of you treating me like Im crazy! I yelled at Dr. Williard sitting across from me, You need to let me out of here. Cash, he asked, I want you to tell me what you are doing right this moment. Why are you moving your fingers like that, over and over? Im typing a status onto my Facebook page, I told him, and Im responding to some people in my threads. Whats a Facebook page and a thread? Who are these people you are communicating with? The doctor asked, as if he couldnt see any of you. They are the little people who live in my laptop. They tell me happy birthday, cheer me up when Im sad, tell me how brilliant and wise I am. Some of them are demons though. They get upset when I talk about statism or Marxism. Then they become abusive, calling me names, trolling me. What is this laptop you mentioned? asked Dr. Williard. Its a computer. Dude, seriously? You need me to explain this to you? What do you talk about with the little people who live in your laptop? asked the Doctor. We are on a mission, to save humanity from an evil shadow government thats bent on global domination and rules via deception. We, my friends and I, are teaching people about how the root of the trouble is the blind worship of authority. People all around us believe that we can grant representatives rights other people dont have, that we never had in the first place. People think its okay that some people claim rights which are prohibited to others. We are freeing the world from mental slavery, reversing the damage done by decades of evil social engineering by the wicked banking cartel who secretly study Hermetic Kaballah and Egyptian mysteries, worshiping Lucifer in strange little black lodges based on Masonry. Oh I see, said the doctor. You and your friends sound very important to the world and humanity. Oh yes, yes we are. Without the knowledge we share and reveal to people, the planet and humanity are doomed. The future freedom of the species would be non-existent, just one big nightmare, a global holocaust for dissidents, nowhere to run or hide from a global regime of ever increasing tyranny. Can you tell me the current month and the year? asked Dr. Williard. Its 2014, June, I replied. Cash, said Dr. Williard, Im afraid I cant let you go just yet. But Ill stop by in a couple days and speak with you again, to check on your progress. It was good to see you again. For the last six months, Cash, we havent had a chance to speak. Youve been absent, somewhere else, blankly staring into the distance. Your nurse, Sarah, sent for me when you came out of your trance for a while yesterday. You just now came back here when I said your name. This is good news. Youre obviously not telling me everything, I said. What are you hiding from me? Whats going on here? Why are you keeping me in this house? Youve suffered some difficult losses. We can talk about what you remember once you are better adjusted to this reality. Lets just start off with some of the more basic facts and truths, Cash. The month you got right. It is June. Very good. The year, what you said, 2014, is off. The year is 1862. Thats more than enough for you to take in all at once. Ill see you in a couple days. Stay with us, ok? He got up and briefly spoke to a pretty nurse on his way out of the house.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Jun 2014 05:46:12 +0000
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