Exorcism Of The Sugar Plum Fairy

Do not think you are getting all of this from this planet!

You tell me where you would get any of this - here?

...So. Anyway. Posted up now is the extra special 'chapter 19.' Free to read. (Still not the 'secret' section - that is only for Mohammed Bin Salman, because that is about the only person who could afford to pay for that).

But if you are really very very clever - you will be able to 'find the way,' or at least find your way... ...to us.

'Unusual' new Chapter 19

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It would be a sad occasion, if, over coming days and weeks, I have to resort to plowing through the 'luxury shopping' web-pages for Hong Kong, only to find that there too, the place has become like everywhere else in the world - bereft of anything really interesting.

Luckily for all of you though, we are not stuck here.

LOL Nod, nod, wink, wink.

Not stuck at all.

For our readers here, who follow their Shaykhs - or their Sheikhs - the question remains: 'Oh Messenger of Allah, sassal'm, will I be allowed to take my Rolex Oyster into Jannah?'

Messenger of Allah (S'SLM): 'Does it not say perpetual there on it? Well then, why, yes. Furthermore, there are 72 additional unopened boxes of Rolex watches waiting there, just for the Faithful.'

'Oh Messenger of Allah! Forsooth!'

'And will there be lots of movies there, for entertainment? Will there be a Hollywood Industry there?'

'Oh no, Seeker After Truth and Student Of Knowledge! ...But there will -'

'Yes? Yes?'

'Be coffee.'

'Oh.'

Not a coffee salesman, but a 
definite gun-toting type.

Where else, tell me, can you find this kind of witty diversion -, except but here on these simple pages?

Now one reason I will not give out the method to make contact with these advanced ET Aliens who are among us, is because all of you will throw in your jobs and hang about messing with the... ...with the 'salt.' I should add though, that might be okay except that what you are doing at the moment could be pretty important, so let's not mess with that, right? 

Today, just earlier today, I was in a small, well, correction, there would have been easily twenty odd people in there, packed-like-sardines - 'tactical data analysis room' - and there was this one uniformed soldier guy I knew, used to be quite high up, and had clearly been kicked a few levels down, prolly because of something that happened in Afghanistan, and he gave me an eye signal for me not to indicate that I knew him. LOL So 'I didn't know him.' There was one young girl there, a techie nerd, who displayed for me the whole organisational structural map of '*' well I won't say which organisation. 

What do you think you are doing, George.
Seriously.

But I will relate to you what it consisted of. Was big, pretty spread out with the 'edges' kind of a bit blurred as to whether they even really knew who they were actually working for. But the key segments were the holders of the decisions to buy high tech equipment (a lot of academia in there), and then there were the political elite managers - not many of those, all very high and mighty, some with dual roles in banking. The rest was all very pigeon-holed and bureaucratic with literally no real strategic decision-making power at all. ...And then there were the low-level techies.

God could they throw the whole thing upside down.

They won't because they're not like that. Not yet anyway. They're just kids, all the good ones.

But if they did you wouldn't even know until far too late.

The elites wouldn't know, wouldn't even know how to know. Except that right now they are very sure they would know and that they do know.

Wouldn't even know. If it were happening.

I'm past it, Danny. It's up to you now. Be the ball, Danny. See... ...the ball. Danny.

I'm old school, Danny. I'm too 'old school.'

Chuckle in my hand. You better do something or else it will all blow away in the breeze. 9/11 is as nothing. 9/11 will be as nothing by comparison. But not to worry, please do go on and tell me how good y'all are 'up there.' And by 'up there' I mean with your egos banging against the vermiculite ceilings. ...And that was not addressed to us reading here. Not any friendly people, anyway.