The Shell and Pea Trick

The entrenched Corporatocracy which pulls the strings on this Planet through our wonderful monetary-market economy reminds me of an obscenely fat, synthetically smiling, ruthless trickster with gold-capped teeth who plays the shell & pea trick with us at a side-show Carnival.

He bends down to us in a conspiratorial manner, his bloodshot eyes darting to and fro over the landscape...

"C'mon, under which shell is the pea?" 

He leans in closer to you and whispers keenly... 

There is an overwhelming odor of peach-blossom and new-car fragrance.

"And there is a seriously fabulous bit of Tech worth easily a Months salary, in it for You, if you can guess right!" he winks at you with a polished plastic gesture. 

He has to keep us focused on the Game...

So that we are blinded by the artificially implanted object of our desire and dazzled by our lust for that glistening bauble.  

Time vanishes as you stare fixedly at the three swirling little Shells...

In the distance the rabid dogs of the media begin to howl and bay a familiar siren song, just as the warped sound of the Carousel reaches fever pitch...

And as the bright pulse of coloured lights burst and smear around us, you fail to notice that meanwhile, he has begun towering over you, fleecing your pockets from behind with his long multiple arms and raping your children, your sisters and brothers in the background.