Welcome to the country of Mickey Mouse, where the law is a prop, truth is negotiable, and the whole place is leased out as a playground for secret societies. The rides are rigged, the prizes are fake, and the mascots? Well, let’s just say they’re not here for the kids.
The Enslaved Masons’ Special Talent
The enslaved masons are not warriors, not masterminds, not even clever strategists. Their skillset is far more refined: rumors, gossip, reality distortion, and manipulation. They’re basically professional whisperers who turned backstabbing into an art form. If they were a startup, their slogan would be: “We ruin your reputation so you don’t have to.”
Enter the Children Exploiters
But because the masons alone can’t handle anything beyond playground drama, they call in their big brothers that they hate: the children exploiters. These are the deluxe version—everything the masons do plus a little something extra: dark magic. While the masons are busy twisting words, the exploiters are twisting souls. It’s like gossip, but cursed.
The Devil’s “Choice”
Together, they create a brilliant little trap for their target:
- Option A: Join the exploiters and gain “power” (which is really just the privilege of being the devil’s pawn).
- Option B: Bow down and be a slave alongside the masons.
That’s not a choice, that’s a scam menu: “Would you like to be poisoned or enslaved? Both come with free despair.”
The Government: The Silent Business Partner
Now here’s where it gets golden. The target, refusing to play dumb, actually gave the government information that could identify a mason operative. Arresting this one could have cracked open the whole chain—straight to the exploiters. A golden opportunity, right?
But no. The government didn’t take action. Instead, they put on a little puppet show: they sold the illusion of justice. They whispered, “Don’t worry, we’ve got them,” while they was still roaming free, laughing with their buddies, and plotting the next round.
Manufactured Breakdown
But the government wasn’t idle. Oh no, they had work to do—not against the secret societies, but against the target. They decided to force a breakdown:
- They block job opportunities? Man, you are delusional, there is no such thing as secret societies, go find yourself a doctor.
- Allowing the enslaved masons to create stress in every corner as long as it’s only gang stalking and subtle discrimination from the kind that is not clear for the law.
- Making even government institutions into playgrounds to pass hints to the target.
Instead of protecting their citizen, they turned him into the game piece, squeezing him until he either breaks or bows.
Mickey’s Playground Rules
The rules of this twisted amusement park are now clear:
- The enslaved masons manipulate reality with gossip and lies.
- The exploiters add a layer of dark magic, just to make sure despair sticks.
- The government watches, claps, and provides the illusion of law and order—while secretly feeding the game.
- The target? He’s the unwilling amusement, shoved from ride to ride.
The Final Joke
The truth is simple: this isn’t governance, this isn’t justice—it’s entertainment for the secret societies, with the government moonlighting as their PR team. And Mickey, still grinning on the posters, stands as the mascot of a nation where justice is staged, truth is for sale, and the playground is run by demons in costumes.
