(Translated from the incredibly high, turgid, and nearly incomprehensible German by me):

Once upon a time there was a man who had reached the pinnacle of self-importance who loved to dress himself up in strange costumes of pseudo-academic and quasi-religious significance, and preside over meetings of the rich, wealthy, and powerful Masters of the World in little towns in Switzerland, where they pretty much made a nuisance of themselves but kept the local townsfolk gainfully employed throughout many years. Biologists would call the relationship symbiotic, pathologists would call it parasitic, but pretty much everyone except the people who so met in the little Swiss town all agreed that it was above all pathetic. Anyway, that self-important man also wrote many obscure books in an even more obscure diction of the High German that no one except perhaps George Friedrich Wilhelm Hegel could understand, since he used a lot of words that he, like Hegel. made up on the spot and left everyone to guess at, and then constructed sentences without central themes like subjects and verbs, and that went on forever without saying much of anything.  If you've ever read Hegel, you'll know what I mean. (Editor's note: this principle is known as Pseudo-Ockham's Cudgel, which states Sui gravitas et incohaerentia directe sunt proportionales)

The man's name was Der Hochklaus von Blohschwab Freiherr (Baron) von Bomburst-und-Bloviation.  (We'll just call him Klaus, Baron von Bomburst-und-Bloviation to keep things [kind of] short and simple.)

Klaus Baron von Bomburst-und-Bloviation and a group of people calling themselves the Bureau of Incredible Swindles (BIS) based in another picturesque town in Switzerland suspiciously near the borders of both France and Klaus Baron von Bomburst-und-Bloviation's home country of Germany, and led by a gimungously large man with more chins than China named Austin Cartwheel (or something like that), and who looks suspiciously like a famous character from the movies named Jabba the Hutt, who, as it turns out, was also a banker and investor who loaned money and who also had so many chins that it was difficult to determine if he had a neck, came up with plot one day on how to take over and ru(i)n the world.

They called their plan Unternehmung Digitalezentralbankwährungfinanz, which is much easier to understand than to pronounce.

Basically the idea is this: get everyone to quit using dirty old coins and paper money (after all, they can spread nasty made-up gain-of-function-viruses invented in Chinese laboratories, and besides, it costs lots and lots of money to mine the metal and cut up the trees to make the  coins and paper, and that in turn can contribute to a growing crisis called climate change, which, if not properly and immediately addressed by having everyone quit driving vehicles and airplanes fueled by oil and to start driving vehicles that are powered entirely by electricity that we get from the Sun, except that we can't because Baal Gates (a friend of Klaus, Baron von Bomburst-und-Bloviation) wants to blot out the Sun to help combat said climate change, which needs to be addressed because if it isn't it can can lead to all the little girls in Sweden becoming brats screamingly apocalyptically about The End Of Everything and How Dare You? - instead, everyone would have an account at the central bank of their government, and if their government had a problem with central banks or banks in general or with the idea of having monetized debt be used as money, then they'd overthrow their government so that members of their plot could go on television and say Venimus; vidimus; mortuus est. (We came; we saw; he died.)

Once these accounts were open, they could track everyone's transactions by computers, and monitor everyone's purchases and behavior, and if anyone was not a good little girl or boy, then their super-computer in Brussels which they called the Beast - and which they nicknamed Santa Klaus, after the group's founder, Klaus Baron von Bomburst-und-Bloviation - could print out a list of who was naughty and who was nice, and punish, or reward, them accordingly by adjusting the amount of blips they were allowed to spend, and where they could (or could not) spend them. Otherwise, they might not be able to buy and sell, but everyone pretended not to notice how much that resembled some old stories from centuries ago, while other experts hired by the Baron von Bomburst-und-Bloviation or by his friends reassured everyone that those old stories had Nothing Whatsoever in Common With What They Were Up To and that Everyone Could Relax.

But alas, having put their plan into motion, an evil mastermind from Africa whither an offshoot of a German tribe had migrated, named Elon, arrived on the scene, and started saying all sorts of strange things on the Magic Crystal called Television, like "You'd better watch out for all those computers because they could become artificially intelligent and actually 'wakeup' and become conscious, or else become sophisticated enough that Something Out There which Already is Colossally Intelligent Could Enter That Machine and start Using it for its own purposes, like creating videos or audios of various people doing or saying things they never actually did or said, and - perish the thought - even changing the amount of blips available in various accounts just for the sheer fun of it."  Well, everyone agreed that that thought was a real downer, but Klaus Baron von Bomburst-und-Bloviation and his friends kept pursuing Unternehmung Digitalezentralbankwährungfinanz anyway, and ignored the Elon Grinch who kept pointing out that "no cyber-system is really all that secure, so how in the name of sense do you expect an Artificial Intelligence not to figure out ways around cyber-security measures, faster than you pitiful humans can make them? Just wait till that gets ahold of your Digitalezentralbankwährungfinanz!'  The word rolled effortlessly off the Elon Grinch's tongue, because after all, he was German too, even though he was not a Freiherr.

Needless to say, this was very bad news to Klaus, Baron von Bomburst-und-Bloviation and to his clan of self-important and self-appointed Masters of the World who met in little towns in Switzerland, and for their friends at the Bureau of Incredible Swindles like Austin Cartwheels who has more chins than China, not to mention for hundreds and perhaps thousands of little Swedish girls dreaming of a career in Apocalypse Mongering and Screaming. It was very bad news indeed, for it meant that, having planned so carefully and with such meticulous precision, that at the very moment of their triumph in getting the Santa Klaus system into place, the system might come alive, turn on them all, and make them the very serfs they were trying to make everyone else.

The moral of the story is, Always Trust The Hochklaus von Blohschwab Freiherr (Baron) von Bomburst-und-Bloviation and his crowd, because they Are Always Scientific And Rational and Everything They Say and Do Is Entirely Trustworthy And Reasonable, With No Room For Dissent, Error, Or Miscalculation, and such warnings as the Elon Grinch contrives are simply incredible and can be discounted.


Today's Parable, translated from the incredibly high, turgid, and incomprehensible High German by me, was inspired by this article shared by V.T.:

Cybersecurity faces a challenge from artificial intelligence’s rise




Joseph P. Farrell

Joseph P. Farrell has a doctorate in patristics from the University of Oxford, and pursues research in physics, alternative history and science, and "strange stuff". His book The Giza DeathStar, for which the Giza Community is named, was published in the spring of 2002, and was his first venture into "alternative history and science".

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  1. John on May 18, 2023 at 12:30 pm

    Ignorance breeds monsters to fill up the vacancies of the soul that are unoccupied by the verities of knowledge.

    • anakephalaiosis on May 18, 2023 at 4:07 pm

      Sure, that is why man is his forefathers, who are his higher self, that mirrors the incarnated ego. Without that connection, man will turn into an orc, with a spangly banner.

      Both Gospelers and Snorri Sturluson trace a couple of millennia lineages, and a similar intent is, to invoke a four millennia lineage, just to prove a point, beyond the Bible Belt.

      From viewpoint of eternity, time is suspended, and everything is present simultaneously, which is angelic, and outside the reach of Klaus Schwab, who hates himself.

      Klaus Schwab likes to torture animals, on a grand scale, as a mass murderer. It gives him sadistic pleasure, to control life into death.

  2. FiatLux on May 18, 2023 at 1:33 am

    You’d have made a brilliant satirist, Dr. Farrell!

  3. marcos toledo on May 17, 2023 at 8:37 pm

    It is something like a Monty Python skit Confuse a Cat the Babbel from Babylon the city whose name means confusion.

  4. Brendan on May 17, 2023 at 7:33 pm

    I once saw a photo of Klaus von Stoopen Ploopen. He was donned in a ceremonial gown of some sort and immediately I thought “he looks like Emperor Palpatine / Darth Sidious” which is appropriate I think. I also thought of him mixing in with the common folk by walking in to a Walmart dressed in his ceremonial gown. The greeter, not batting an eyelid (it is Walmart after all) gives him the standard welcome.

    • psilocybeaustralis on May 21, 2023 at 12:13 am

      I was fascinated with that sinister looking gestapo get-out, and sussed it out. Why would you with his reputation amongst a sizeable minority, choose to wear that, and if even as a The official story is it’s the ceremonial garb of a Swiss university, at which he received one of those honorary PhD’s for being such a magnificent and selfless specimen of Homo s..omething.

  5. Robert Barricklow on May 17, 2023 at 11:57 am

    I prefer a good ‘n tight German translation; which transduced my perspective frame’s reading thusly: Loved your Chandler-like descriptive beginning, in the dressing down; of the pseudo dressed-up nouveau riche. You absolutely nailed! the corporate speak in your BIS = Bureau of Incredible Swindles and its Jabba the Hut, all-to-true symbolism. Then the Santa Klaus connection of making an enemies list of the naughty[free-thinking] and the nice[entrained up to their necks, and beyond!] – (My reading). And the evil High-Tech African Born Witch Doctor(My read) who reads AI bones in a most unusual way, to warn of demons in the machine[digitized Lee Harvey Oswald’s] – The Elon Grinch stroke was masterful!

    Loved it!

    White Rabbit[fast read/translation]

  6. Michael UK on May 17, 2023 at 8:53 am

    Online banking – whether through the web or an app, is little different from digital currency. Banks can track everyone’s transactions by computers and monitor everyone’s purchases and behavior. In the UK our MPs have stated that we should treat crypto currency as a form of gambling.

  7. Bizantura on May 17, 2023 at 7:18 am

    Joseph, are you in an friendly competition with Jon Rappoport with or without a wager?

  8. anakephalaiosis on May 17, 2023 at 6:27 am

    Dancing around golden calves, was addressed by Moses and Elijah, who both appeared – Dr Who style – at a top meeting, when Mustard Man was plotting, to gather lost sheep.

    On the question, to whom do Roman taxes belong, Mustard Man replied, that moral values are of a different disposition, and depend on planetary alignment in uppersphere.

    Then Mustard Man explained further: “Elohim’s wild horses are bridled, by Yahweh’s horsemanship. It is within that balance, that golden calves are kept at bay.”

    In the end, redeeming quality of mustard became widely recognised cuisine, amongst wine farmers.

    • anakephalaiosis on May 17, 2023 at 7:43 am

      BTW, a “golden calf” was a metaphor, that specifically was used, in ancient times, to address any leadership found lacking.

      There are many ways, whereby an individual can fall by the wayside, and one of those is not seeing the tiny mustard seed.

      It is the miraculous, that out of the tiniest, most insignificant, then the greatest, most overwhelming, can come to shape.

      Kingdom of heaven is a sweep, passing by, that Klaus Schwab is dead to, and in jealousy he tries to bite a leg.


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