Liquid Radio Carbonics: Hydro-Mechanical Reactivity and the Science of Betrayal

Mind control, as a modern technique, began quite accidentally with the discovery that stereo-transfer waves could create irregularities rendered for utilization in high frequency, with the circuitry of liquids serving as both the conduit and the pitch. Louis Pasteur was the first to work it out successfully using ordinary milk. Then they started with the children’s juice boxes. Equipped with today’s precision satellites and moisture-recognition software, they can now beam the signals directly and inexpensively onto the wet fillings in people's teeth, and from there the isotopes electrolyze their way into the bloodstream, eventually moving on into the neural pathways. Make no mistake about it...they are smart, they are determined, and they are out to make slaves of us all. It starts off with the "organic effervescence" and the "free ranges", and it ends up with everybody caged or in cubicles. It’s not just chicken broth, per se, and it’s not the pharmaceutical companies either. They put it in the juice! It’s been in the juice all along, for decades, and it’s not communists or jihadis or the military. It’s not the Chinese. Masonically trained technocrats, with their chemists and engineers in pocket, have long pervaded our universities, and now they’ve infiltrated entire beverage industries as well – quietly, methodically, irresistibly peddling their elixirs of controlled death. They concoct these so-called refreshments in the same laboratories and employing the same formulae as have been designed to further the global war on terrorism, a circumstance of supreme irony and ultimate treachery, bottling our basest fears and using our noblest instincts as a marketing tool. Poison-mongers, all of them, ruthless, they foist on us their fortified slurpees and their energy-burst smoothies, enforcing their vile mandate with Rosicrucian muscle (so as not to get their “hands dirty”). They’re in the orchards, they’re in the carbonization plants, they’re everywhere; the streams of commerce have been infected, and our sodas have never been less safe. And if they should make it into the local water supplies, well then the show’s pretty much over because people, given adequate levels of dehydration, will invariably behave like sheep bound for slaughter. The enemy is an army of technicians and vending machine resupplymen, shrouded in secrecy and driven by hubris, the cowardice of its tactics matched only by the ambition of its strategy. Their weapon is our unquenched thirst, their battle cry proclaims a sly toast to our health. Drink up and be merry, we are told, for tomorrow we may die. But the witches’ hour, black midnight, advances swiftly, as does their darkest brew, and the morrow has all but arrived.