Scheherazade's Decision Of The Days

Well Calvin, you have taken the minds of some -, off the silliness of the world these last one thousand nights and one. And now, it is the End of the World that has come, and no one worried themselves to death with the sickness of distress and fear.

O Scheherazade! But is this true??

What Calvin, that it is the EOTW?

Miley Cyrus dresses in her
Orientalist gear, and goes to
the BIR Gymkhana Restaurant
in London.
People like this are so talented, and so
hard-working.
But they have never met
real Scheherazade...
You have.

No. I meant, is the world really silly? And also, has it indeed been one thousand nights plus one?

Oh yes, Cal. The world is very silly. And it must have been quite a sum of nights at least, by now. Who cares how actual many.

Aaah, Scheherazade. You had me worried there for a moment. 

...For I had thought that you had no more tales to tell.

Oh Calvin, but how innocent that you are. That was but one set only of tales for but one man, Sharyar, and his meager short life.

Yet, O Scheherazade, I do still fear there may be some truth to your jest that it is TEOTW.

Nay Calvin. It is not so, but it will seem so for a bit and no doubt, there are already games afoot in the Pavilions of Brussels late into the black nights there right now.

What games are these, O Scheherazade?

Games of mischief of course. And yet, the braying street dogs are not able to restrain themselves from barking at the moon. And so, I am sure that by-and-by, we shall see and hear from the mouths everywhere on the television and all across the internet news platforms, of a great and cunning fiction. But do not thou, believe such massive inventions for they are false and they are lies without even any moral teaching to justify the telling of them at all.

But I will let thou into a small secret about all of this.

How easy it is to pay crisis actors, Calvin. How easy.

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But keepest thou wise counsel, O thou of many wonders, and heed not those false tales inspiring fear in the many. 

For I shall soon spin for thee a tale so fearsome, that no one even in Hollywood nor in WPP Geneva would ever even dare to think such things were true, or even capable of being fabricated by their own machinations.

And like strong lightning that strikes from the highest position of the atmosphere, to all the way down to the ground like a fiery illuminated pillar, and continues to blaze like this on and on in a way that no ordinary bolt of lightning has ever done in the past - not even in the deep ancient past of primitive times - things that once were rock, shall turn to ashes and molten glass in front of your eyes.

Scheherazade, you are scaring me.