Such a light piece of entertainment with a huge hidden truth I think – don’t you?
The individual against the syndicate in 2044: a short story
by Jon Rappoport
August 22, 2013
You’re an unemployed artist.
The year is 2044. A series of bombings has rocked the Capitol in the Western White House District, which is located in the heart of Hollywood. The Eastern seaboard is now uninhabitable, owing to a mysterious Monsanto accident, which rendered all plant life in that region poisonous…
Reality is a nasty syndicate operation. The technical side is put together by high-IQ idiots. They like to fiddle. They like the con. They like to torpedo the mind.
The syndicate is the Reality Manufacturing Company.
You buy a ticket to Disneyland, which encompasses the area from San Francisco to Tijuana, go through the big gate, and soon find out there’s no exit. At least you’re relatively safe. You book a small hotel room in Aspartame Village.
A note is taped to…
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