Is the machine talking to us?

I have no idea what this one is about but I think it has something to do with fake news. Anyway, if you have a Eureka moment with it then don't be afraid to let me know...

Over in the dark side of town the evil queen was pulling the strings of her army and sowing the seeds of doubt to cause great harm far and wide with wire-tapping, make-believe, corruption, death and all the usual things that went on behind the closed doors of doom.
While up in the tower promises were being made that some said would be kept, but most knew the promises would not be kept.
Meanwhile, down in the panic sector the two-faced fake news men were throwing up moral outrage wherever they showed one of their faces but in their death throws willingly went about in their cracked ways and growing ever deeper into the lies they told to cause deliberate harm and hurt to any that were on the other side and against corruption.
On the sidelines the time-wrapped pot smokers were lost in their illusions and made no sense at all and any comments that did come from them were lost in the wind of their lifestyle; but so long as they could keep smoking it made no difference at all.

And then there was leapy Lou who never smoked and would jump from one place to the next and was known as the builder’s favourite dancer, and even though she’d put her feet on the couch now and then, she was allowed because of her great service to the country and unflinching loyalty.
Bus driver Han was on the siren a lot and making mincemeat of the opposition and though he made it sound simple, really it was complicated as all hell, and nothing is more complicated than that, even the ghosts on the hill could be relied upon to wail occasionally; such as the one stuck on the wall at the bottom of the elevator shaft, relegated there where it belonged to not frighten children or anyone else which it had a habit of doing when anyone came close.
But the evil queen was never alone...there was Debs and Chucky who never stopped joking:
“Hussein goes by the name of horny you know,” said Chucky chuckling.
“Why’s he called horny?” asked Deb’s, seemingly appalled.
“’Cos he’s got a big trumpet,” laughed Chucky; and banging his tin dinner plate on the wall led off into another joke...
“Another eight years of this and I’ll go mad,” said the evil queen and began to wail into her lonely gruel of failure.

The clockwork steam-powered Peruvian scandal, hiding in the corner with all bullets fired was nodding off to the tune of an old song when a rather loud noise woke him right up.
“Come out of there,” said the half-cut scurrilous mention wandering in from out of the blue cold of a bunch of shivering second thoughts waiting in the wings forever and a day and without any room for comfort to boot.
“Time has a way of saying things like this and without an off switch will carry on into that far yonder that comes to everyone without a by-your-leave or an ounce of surrender to take you home and dump you there forever,” said a two by five not yet nailed down.
“You have to stop talking now, you’re making my head hurt,” said the old dumping ground that was full and becoming ever more so.
When the builder came by all this while playing hide and go seek in the woods of surprise and joy, the committee of one lay down his violin and joined in the game and before long there was a lot going on to write home about as an alternative take to the TV.
By now the steam-powered Peruvian scandal was fast asleep for the duration and so the builder danced the dance on the top of the hill.
An explanation the likes of which was most like a brick said: “Whatever,” and moved on to the next obstacle, leaving behind the blue murder of all the complaints that had a habit of repeating themselves over and over until everyone was thoroughly sick to death of them and paid them no mind at all.
But money has a way of talking...

Far off in the wilderness the mad dictator plotted the downfall of America and so built up his bomb supply and fire-guns death and sent his spies out far and wide to kill with nerve gas and do other nefarious things that were against the law of the land and the good sensibilities of anyone who had any. But dictators come and go and his time was near its end
Roll up and choose your sides; on the left are the angry snowflakes and on the right are the forgotten ones and in the middle is the false and fake news to convince any left over to decided what’s what and which side to hate with plenty of misdirection for anyone sitting on the side-lines and leaning the other way.
Questions of other abound and more come to be asked as the world begins to wake up and see the injustice and corruption of the ones who rule, and their masters, the money-men who made the system and control it. But will it make enough of a difference now when still so many are swayed by the media that is biased towards those in power who own the media?

The world is in turmoil with their policies, and as soon as one crackpot dictator or government despot is replaced another takes their place and learns new forms of control with ever tighter restrictions on personal freedom.
The only recourse that people seem to have is to protest and vote someone else in when the time comes, someone who makes the promises to change the system from within yet never does.
This can be evidenced by the sheer lunacy of some in America who seem to favourite the most corrupt liar ever to run to be their champion and fix things for them while all the while the evil queen laughs her head off at their gullibility, at how easy it is to influence them into feeling and thinking she is the great hope when really she is the heart of the corrupt system that they are electing her to fight.
Her track record for decades is appalling and yet is being glossed over with new promises that things will be different this time, and wonder upon wonder she is believed; if she just once showed her true face to the public she would be condemned by all as the evil witch.

On the other hand there is the builder, and with all his faults in public life he seems on the surface to be a far better choice than her, and anyone in their right minds would not choose her for anything at all.
One can only hope that like Brexit in the UK that was seen as the underdog, the people will come to see what’s really going on and put their energies to benefit the people and not the system and hope that the system is not rigged to always favour the system.

If you have to ask the question: what can I trust, then you must also ask are we divided enough yet, is the fear big enough to give up our freedom, have they got us where they want us? Is this fake news?
So many questions in such a small space of being...
Many now feel that maybe we need a place to call our own, where they do not get in; and who are they? They, the evil ones, the old paradigms that do not change; the ones that tell us what to believe...
But perhaps we are not here for this: to be controlled by ego; we must find our own way; listen to what our own heart tells us.
What is it that we are mildly afraid of, that makes us feel uneasy in our souls that we can’t shrug it off?
What is the roaring noise in our ears we hear that is so distracting?
Is the machine talking to us?
For those of you feeling discomfort, please put on your oxygen masks and wait for the process to complete.
For those of you who want change then begin the ghost dance now.

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