A Descent into the Belly of the Beast
The world is a goddamn circus, and the clowns are running the show. H.G. Wells, that British madman with a penchant for time machines and dystopian nightmares, once wrote a book called The Open Conspiracy. It was supposed to be a blueprint for a world revolution, a manifesto for the "serious minority" who would drag humanity kicking and screaming into a new order. But let me tell you, my friends, Wells wasn’t just a visionary he was a prophet of doom, and his prophecy is playing out in real time, right under our noses.
The Open Conspiracy isn’t just a theory it’s a virus, a creeping, insidious force that has infected the minds of the so called elite. And the symptoms are everywhere. the hollowed out carcasses of nation states, the endless wars, the shadowy figures pulling strings from behind the curtain. This isn’t just politics it’s a goddamn horror show.
Wells’ Open Conspiracy reads like a manifesto for a cult of technocratic overlords. He wanted to dismantle governments, create a world directorate, and impose "biological controls" on the masses. Population control? Check. Global economic systems? Check. A "responsible world directorate"? Jesus Christ, it’s like he was writing the script for a dystopian sci fi movie, except it’s not fiction it’s our reality.
And the worst part? People bought into it. Bertrand Russell, that smug bastard, wrote to Wells saying he agreed with every word. Of course he did. Russell was always a fan of grand schemes and cold, calculating logic. But logic doesn’t account for the madness of men, the greed, the lust for power. Wells’ vision was supposed to be about progress, but progress in the hands of the elite is just another word for control.
Fast forward to the 20th century, and the Open Conspiracy found its way across the Atlantic. The Woodrow Wilson administration was crawling with these so called "Open Conspirators." Walter Lippmann, Colonel House, Isaiah Bowman these were the architects of a new world order, and they were working overtime to dismantle the old one. Bowman, that sly devil, even mentored Robert Strausz-Hupe, who later wrote about an "American universal empire." Strausz-Hupe’s words could have been ripped straight from Wells’ playbook: "The mission of the American people is to bury the nation states." Bury them? Hell, they’ve already dug the grave.
And let’s not forget the Ivy League pipeline. William Yandell Elliott, a Rhodes Scholar and Harvard heavyweight, was recruiting the best and brightest for the cause. McGeorge Bundy, Henry Kissinger, Zbigniew Brzezinski these were his protégés, the men who would go on to shape U.S. foreign policy in ways that would make Wells proud. Or maybe he’d be horrified. It’s hard to tell with these utopian lunatics.
And then came September 11, 2001. The towers fell, the Pentagon burned, and the world changed forever. Or did it? According to Lyndon LaRouche a man who makes even me look sane the attacks were part of a military style coup. Inside job? Maybe. Strategic authors? Absolutely. Brzezinski, Huntington, Perle, Lewis these are the names that keep popping up, like bad pennies in a rigged game. The "clash of civilizations" wasn’t just a theory, it was a self fulfilling prophecy.
And let’s not forget the Israeli connection. Ariel Sharon, the IDF, the neo-conservative Zionists they’re all part of the equation, according to LaRouche. Whether you buy into that or not, one thing is clear, the world is a powder keg, and the Open Conspirators are playing with matches.
So where does it all lead? A world government? A global oligarchy? A dystopian nightmare straight out of Wells’ imagination? Maybe. Or maybe it’s just chaos, pure and simple. The Open Conspiracy isn’t a plan it’s a symptom, a reflection of the madness that has always lurked in the hearts of men. Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely, and the people at the top are so far gone they don’t even realize they’re part of the problem.
As I sit here in this godforsaken office, staring at the cracked ceiling and listening to the hum of the broken fan, I can’t help but wonder, is there any hope? Or are we all just passengers on a runaway train, hurtling toward oblivion?