GEOPOLITICAL POKER
TRANSCRIPT OF A SECRET MEETING HELD IN ANTARCTICA
Supplied to me by an actual member who has asked me to withholds his identity.

The Gathering was anonymous. Everyone there was wearing a mask, designed specifically to grossly exaggerate their facial features in case some renegade press managed to snap a few before some of the higher level security caught onto the ruse. Yet, despite all these precautions, it was rumored that the meeting might basically consist of the same attendees at the last Davos convergence in Switzerland. I was now there with them in Antarctica. Who am I?- only the CEO of the most well-funded cereal company in America- well-funded three years before its official launch and still counting and looking forward to that glorious day. We held up the launch because my Communications officer and I did not think it prudent to launch our chip-ridden cornflakes cereal at the present moment and either did everyone else. Everyone present now in the meeting knew that the time would be right until after the next pandemic, which would feature poison-laden earthworms given by a major pesticide company as a "freebee" to farmers all over the world, especially after one of our beloved senior members had bought out 97% of the farmland in my native country. I was greatly respected and have taken notes regularly at these meetings. The truth is- I am, if nothing else, a spy for the International Farmers Federation.. I have never taken out from the cornflakes investment account except for my personal expenses- no more than a few yachts. I deserve it - lying and cheating lawyers and philanthropists is hard work.

Nonetheless, why do I think this secret transcript I am writing will have no viewers? The Gathering is enormously powerful. They are always trying to block my efforts and they probably collect my transcripts. Why would they do that? Well, the truth is- although the Gathering meetings are always secret- the real action takes place in the New World Room. That's where all the real policy planning takes place. There, my powerful but highly respected brothers and sisters play GEO-POLITICAL POKER. In order to play the actual game, new cards need to devised each week. It was expensive but not as expensive as those highly touted Think Tanks that were paid handsomely to create officious sounding documents justifying their policy suggestions. This meeting was to take a peek at last week's game and to think about the new cards and one card in particular.

The meeting began thusly:

THE WOLF (of Antarctica), whose mask looked like it was created by a taxidermist, called the members to attention.

"This is a somber meeting. For the third time in a row, we have been able to demonstrate conclusively that the old, worn-out geopolitical conspiracy planning has now ended its reign of deception. People are beginning to get hip to the nasty reality that vaccines that don't provide real immunity may actually kill you or run havoc with your health- that masks don't really work (that there's no science behind it- and that the PCR test doesn't work because the virus was never isolated. And that stuff seemed so real at the time we provided it to major I almost began to believe it myself."

He chuckled, "People don't wear masks much, we're having trouble selling the shots, we're running out of money and arms to give to Ukraine. In our last poker game, we created new cards: The extraterrestrial false flag, the Russian bombing of its occupied nuclear reactor, several new supply chain mishaps (those took a lot of work) and the prayer that we could get Fauci to run for President."

Sheila Z (whose mask might have been suggested by a Stephen King movie) stood up: "It wasn't a bad hand. I got four straight nuclear reactor bomb cards. A lot of people believed that. I realize it didn't help that some of the scummy alternative media were laughing in our face. My poker hand triumphed over all those other ridiculous,out-of-touch hand-picked but utterly ridiculous cards. Well, all ridiculous but the Fauci card. I sort of thought he might run. But common sense won the day. I hate Rand Paul. He spoils everything. Anyway, I chose the right card."

Moe L. (whose mask looked like Arnold Schwartznegger) added: "Well regardless of our past failures and admittedlu, some rather enormous successes, the card we are handing out this week is brilliant with a capital B. The highest stakes ever played in the history of the world, even dwarfing the hopes we had in convincing the world of a Chernobyl type incident last week, which only worked a little."

He then held up a card designed to look like a nuclear explosion. "Now outside of the sad fact that China and Russia have declined to play this week, saying that it makes mockery of their real threats about Western Imperialism and the reality of NATO's intrusions, we know even though they have refused to play, we know they are bluffing."

Moe L. smiled cynically. "Why Putin is the best poker player in the world. He speaks about an existential threat to Russia from NATO. NATO would never put nuclear arms in the Ukraine. He'll do nothing like he always does."

Hubert F. stood up, "How about a war that has killed an maimed thousand and thousands of citizens, closed down all alternative media and has let its armed forces indulge in murder and torture? Did Putin did nothing?"

"I won't even answer that question. Let's put some peanuts and crackers on the table tomorrow (hopefully made from soy and synthetic grains) and let's see who has the right cards. Whatever we do, we can't lose. Geopolitical poker is the best way to decide public policy- and that's all I have to say."