A friend and I were having lunch.
He said, ‘Here, you know that Snowden guy?’
I nodded assent.
‘Well, have you heard of Forbes?’
Again, I nodded assent.
He proceeded to tell me a story he’d read in Forbes magazine about how Edward Snowden had released papers relating to two meetings with American Presidents that resulted in an alliance with a group of ‘tall white men/aliens’, resulting in the establishment of a new world order, so to speak, controlled by aliens.
Much has been written about this alleged alien conspiracy since but check the second website, godlikeproductions.com and the others referred to in Michael Peck’s Forbes’ article, asserting the stories began in an Iranian government controlled news agency that weas amplified further by its leaked interpretation by the Russian State secret police, the FSB.
So after, I must admit, a hugely enjoyable lunch that was, by turns entertaining and illuminating and at all times, happily boozy, I went back to a document, I believe, stands today for prescience and wisdom, that knew what was coming but cautioned for reason. That speech was made by President Dwight. D. Eisenhower in 1961, what has become known as ‘the Military Industrial Complex speech.
Now, apart from wondering whether the ‘tall white men’ were mentioned, in code, a la Eisenhower’s speech, I also began to wonder, if you followed this to a logical conclusion, believe no-one, suspect everyone, then you should be checking out Forbes’ magazine and whoever owns it because, what’s the bet they came to a diabolical agreement with the, so called, tall white aliens.
The atomic age began after Hiroshima and Nagasaki. It fired the imagination and a heatwave of commercial expansion for American companies. The US became a global player and the alliance of Power and Industrial Expansion assumed new scales hitherto unfathomed.
In this current age, robotics and artificial intelligence are the catchphrases among the cognoscenti and wily venture capitalists with a billion or two to spare. This is the post atomic age that by the rigorous non-rules established by this post ironic age, looks on schedule to destroy itself with the same mallet set it up. Hello, North Korea.
The thing is, this is also the age of conspiracies and hey, between the velvet sheet helmets, the duelling banjos and the eternally evasive Big Feet, there’s fun to be had, just watching.