BINKIE BINKERTON AND BRYON IMPLEMENT THE GREAT RESET REDUX PLAN.
Vern Bender
Chapter 2:
The life and times of Binkie Bickerton. A parable in real-time.
(A short story about how nothing else mattered until it did.)
Binkie Bickerton was born into a successful existence. His inherited birthright installed a lifetime of success into Binkie from the get-go. Binkie did not need help from Jesus, whoever that was. The system takes care of things for Binkie. Binkie doesn’t have to spend all of his time making money because Binkey gets money handed down to him. The echoes of loneliness are never searching for Binkie. Rich people are always clumped up at the country club daily, and their festivities run into the dead of night.
The high-end, high-style Binkieites gaze out of their singular window of success, knowing that life is good and deservedly so. Pity for the poor never comes to mind; out of sight always takes care of that. Their sheltered world is redolent in the splendors and pleasantries bestowed upon them over the generations. Getting what you deserve is a self-fulling prophecy because you know how to arrange things. Fait accompli shields me every step of the way and every move I make. You act the part; you get the region; it is that simple. The fix is in because daddy has always been rich and made sure that mommy was good-looking. Binkie got everything he wanted and gave very little back; looking back wasn’t a thing that Binkie ever did.
Life is good, as Binkie always says. The egos of the Power-running class are always large and entirely in charge. For their profit, they conspire to suicide the earth away with every setting of the sun. They aren’t interested in dying nobly for a cause; they conspire to have the unfortunate ones do the dying for them. The unfortunate sons are only getting their just deserts, anyway. Fortune always favors the ruling class; it was designed to be that way. The unfortunate ones will always slip-slide into the waters of oblivion; it is just a matter of where and when. The ruling class always runs things for the unfortunate ones; they would tell you so if it were different. Need to know isn’t available to the unfortunate ones. The unfortunate ones are trained to keep their minds in line. Thinking for yourself will only cause trouble in your mind. Your time will be more pleasant if you ignore trouble.
Privilege has its perks in school and beyond. When Binkie was in private school, you only could get juiced in it. Today, the kids can get stoned and juiced privately. The world is full of actors pretending to be human when it suits their purposes.
The Power Runners want you to be confused, paranoid, shocked, and apprehensive of human behavior. Off-guard is where they prefer you to be. Refuges are for them, not thee, you see. You must control your imaging to be helpful to the Power Runners. Envisaging there is a better place for you to be is not a thing you need to consider. Being here now is the only requirement you need.
Humbleness has no place in the arenas of the Power Runners. The unfortunate ones can bring their humility with them. Their modesty staying in place is very much encouraged.
If their collective memories serve them well, the Power Runners should recall that nothing lasts forever. The sun will set again on their empires left behind. The ages always revert to tabla rasa to do a reset.
The Power Runners and select Showrunners meet each Winter in the Swiss Alps. Also, selected valuable idiots from the mainstream media are invited to attend each year. The national press and the television elites are there too. The Power Runner’s media strategies are planned, promulgated, and annunciated within these mountains on high. The mainstream media’s job for the rest of the year is to broadcast, proclaim, and propagate the word of the Power Runners.
The PowerRunners (PRs) have Plan Implementers (PIs) strategically placed around the globe. The necessary worker-bee teams are then crewed up. This year’s implementation plan is up and running now. Elite mayhem crews are trained to rumble in the alleys and destroy peace in the valleys. Also, form up, and train up, The Goon Squads. After peaceful protests, they will not leave the scene until everything is broken. As always, blame it on the opponent; it works every time.
Academia has been churning out new socialists with college degrees for decades. Today, helpful idiot socialists are trained up and ready to go. They must be recruited as soldiers to help implement the Great Reset Plan. The riots of the last few years were just warm-up battles for the wars and rumors on the way.
