CSI: American Carnage (Monday, May 6, 2019)
THE CENTRAL PLAINS – My brother, we have always veiled our activities in the belief that the servi are incapable of grasping the grand plan in all its sparkling scale, the elder brother says. The Dark Ones recline in the Clinton Café, a recent addition to the southwest quadrant of the vast Central Plains complex, where the pumps are working overtime during a particularly wet spring. His brother sips his glass of new green tea, fresh from Huangshan. He says, Indeed, but the gambler showman has embraced the opposite approach, he does not care if the grand plan is not grasped because he himself cannot conceive of a grand plan. That is his genius, my brother. The gambler showman is like a small child with a coloring book. He fills in the spaces without regard to the outlines of the figures. He then lifts the picture up so that all may lavish praise on the mess he’s made. Meanwhile, we have to trail behind him like sweepers following a tottering elephant at the circus. He falls silent. His elder brother swirls his tea and says, Our concerns appear to be well warranted, my brother. The showman is beginning his campaign for additional years at the helm. According to our embedded humint sources and our numerous surveillance feeds, the showman believes his own propaganda activities and that his supporters can be counted on for anything. The younger brother adjusts his cowl. He says, My brother, do you think the gambler showman is capable of keeping the pipelines flowing? That is, of course, the bottom line. Father would focus on essentials: Can the megalomaniac be counted on for payment? This was the overriding consideration in Father’s dealings with the earlier eastern despot. Will the cash flow in the right direction? The question hangs in the air amidst the faint hum of the pumps. Finally the elder brother speaks. He says, The urine collector continues to believe that the servi are infinitely malleable. He pours great quantities into collecting information. He has also continued to funnel money through a series of anonymous shell operations straight into the gambler showman’s pockets. His friends in the Valley of the Silicon are convinced the way to continued riches lies through the gambler showman. We, however, have taken a different course. He have curtailed overt funding of the showman’s political efforts, ostensibly over his unacceptable tariffs. The younger is thoughtful. He says, My brother, you know that we play within an infinite hall of mirrors. We are using our media unit, which only works with approved facts, to help the boy genius escape the regulators, who are ultimately the personal regulators belonging to the gambler showman. This is a key point. We cannot allow regulators to fiddle with the wide-open territory of internet monopolies. It cannot be allowed! The internet is our link to the golden days when money could be made and questions were dispatched with a nod of the head. We must put our faith in the boy genius. He can maintain the facebook for our use and he is open to suggestion. By controlling the genius, we thwart and control the showman and the urine collector. We remain supreme and our agenda proceeds. The brothers fall silent as the pumps continue to work deep beneath the café. – Monday, May 6, 2019.