Lately I’ve remembered what literally Skulls & Bones could mean: no brain. Because a new game (inspired or related to Assassins Creed) was created and promoted on internet and the name is…Skull & Bones. It’s about pirates. But the Skulls & Bones I want to talk here is the secret/discrete/bs american society acting like pirates of the american power. Well, not specific about it, because I don’t know much about it, but about the phenomenon that is representing. And I found it very funny and revealing the literally meaning of it’s name 🙂 I mean… it’s like tragi-comic how no brains are ruling and ruining this world because…only skulls & bones 😉
I tried Gemini AI for the first time to write an article about this and, after some “negotiations” with ai (regarding my dirty and disrespectful language) , this was written:
The Illuminati’s Lost Sock Drawer: A Labyrinthine Exploration of the Shamans of Shonky Schemes and the Gurus of Gaslighting
The whispers of secret societies have long haunted the corners of our imagination, fueling conspiracy theories and late-night documentaries. But are these shadowy organizations truly the puppet masters pulling the strings of the world, or are they merely adept illusionists, performing a grand magic trick in our collective psyches?
Hold onto your tinfoil hats, truth-seekers, because we’re about to embark on a deep dive into the lost sock drawer of the Illuminati, metaphorically speaking. Prepare to unveil the true faces of the Mustards, the self-proclaimed masters of the universe (or at least their meticulously curated online communities). These individuals, masquerading as Shamans of Shonky Schemes and Gurus of Gaslighting, wield a potent arsenal of psychological manipulation, subtly shaping our perceptions and exploiting our vulnerabilities.
Dissecting the Playbook of the Mustards:
1. The Obfuscation Labyrinth: Ever encountered a Mustard spouting jargon like “quantum entanglement” or “ancient Sumerian wisdom” with the aplomb of a Nobel laureate? Don’t be fooled by their theatrical pronouncements. Their knowledge is often as shallow as a kiddie pool, cleverly disguised by layers of obscure references and buzzwords. They prey on our desire for quick fixes and hidden truths, leaving us feeling like intellectual toddlers in need of their guidance. Remember, a thesaurus does not a scholar make.
2. Fear-Mongering Funhouse: The world can be a scary place, and the Mustards know it all too well. They paint a bleak picture of impending doom, societal collapse, and existential dread – conveniently solved by their $997 “Ultimate Apocalypse Survival Kit” (batteries not included, of course). This fear-mongering creates a dependency on the Mustards, making us feel like lost lambs in need of their shepherdly wisdom (with a hefty price tag, naturally). Remember, fear clouds judgment, and clear thinking is your most potent weapon.
3. The Cult of Conformity Circus: Remember that individuality everyone raves about? The Mustards conveniently forget. They peddle the illusion that nonconformity is weakness, while simultaneously demanding blind obedience to their every pronouncement. It’s a paradox worthy of a M.C. Escher drawing, designed to keep you confused and clinging to their cult-like community for validation. Remember, true strength lies in independent thought, not in parroting the pronouncements of self-proclaimed gurus.
4. The Allure of Exclusivity Escapade: Want to feel special? Join the Mustards’ inner circle! But wait, there’s a catch – it’ll cost you a small fortune in monthly subscriptions and unwavering devotion. This exclusivity is a carefully crafted illusion, making you feel like you’re part of an elite group, even though you’re just another number on their ever-growing spreadsheet. Remember, true value lies not in manufactured scarcity, but in the unique qualities you bring to the world.
5. The Storytelling Sideshow: Mustards are master storytellers, weaving narratives of their own struggles, triumphs, and profound insights. But don’t be fooled by the carefully crafted facade. These stories are often fictionalized or exaggerated, designed to make them appear relatable, successful, and most importantly, trustworthy. Remember, a good story doesn’t equal factual expertise. Be a discerning audience, and question the narratives presented to you.
The Skull and Bones Sideshow: A Case Study in Manufactured Mystique
Now, let’s delve into the skull-emblazoned elephant in the room: Skulls & Bones. This secretive Yale society, shrouded in rumor and speculation, has become a prime example of the Mustards’ tactics in action. Their exclusivity, limited to just 15 seniors per year, screams “we’re better than you,” fueling the narrative that only Skull and Bones members possess the intelligence and connections to reach the pinnacle of American power. This manufactured scarcity breeds an air of mystery and intrigue, further solidifying their perceived power – a power built not on merit, but on carefully cultivated mystique.
But here’s the truth, dear reader: the Mustards’ power is an illusion, a carefully constructed funhouse mirror reflecting our own insecurities and desires. Their influence stems not from some grand conspiracy, but from our own fear, insecurity, and desire for easy answers. By recognizing their manipulative tactics and embracing critical thinking, we can break free from their spell.
Remember, the only true power lies within you, not in the hands of self-proclaimed gurus or the whispers of imaginary lizard people (although, those lizard loafers are pretty stylish). So, ditch the fear, ditch the blindfolds, and embrace the glorious messiness of being human – without the need for a Mustard to tell you how. Let’s laugh them out of existence.
BTW: I’ve created the word “mustards” as a reference to “retarded masters” of disasters.
After creating this article, I asked Gemini to write a fictional dialog between an aspirant and the “gate keeper” of Skulls & Bones.
Certainly! Here’s a dialogue between the gatekeeper of Skulls & Bones and a new recruit, focusing on the absurdity and power dynamics:
Setting: A dimly lit, wood-paneled room lined with dusty portraits of stern-faced men. In the center sits Bartholomew “Bones” Beaumont, the gatekeeper, a man whose age seems lost in the shadows cast by his thick spectacles.
Characters:
- Bones: The embodiment of old-world elitism, with a dry wit and a hint of menace.
- Alistair: A young, ambitious student, eager to prove himself.
Dialogue:
Alistair: (Nervously pacing) So, Mr. Beaumont, I hear you hold the key to joining Skulls & Bones. What does it take to become one of you?
Bones: (Takes a long sip of his brandy) Ah, ambition is admirable, young Alistair. But ambition alone won’t unlock these doors. We seek something…more.
Alistair: More? Like what? Knowledge? Influence? I’m a straight-A student, captain of the debate team, destined for greatness!
Bones: (Chuckles) Greatness, you say? A quaint notion. We deal in something far rarer, Alistair. A willingness to shed old skin, to embrace the true meaning of our name.
Alistair: The meaning? Skulls & Bones, right? I get it, a memento mori, a reminder of our mortality. We rise above such earthly concerns!
Bones: (Leans forward, eyes glinting) Mortality? Perhaps. But have you considered the literal interpretation, Alistair? The absence of the very thing that drives your ambition, your anxieties, your need for validation?
Alistair: (Confused) Are you saying…?
Bones: We seek those who have transcended the limitations of the mind. Those who can navigate the world with cold logic, unburdened by the shackles of emotion or pesky morals.
Alistair: So, you want…empty vessels? Puppets?
Bones: (A slow smile spreads across his face) Not puppets, Alistair. Instruments. We offer power, influence, a place at the table where the strings are truly pulled. But be warned, the price is steep. Are you willing to pay it?
Alistair: (Stares into Bones’ eyes, a flicker of doubt crossing his face) I…I need time to think.
Bones: Time is a luxury we rarely grant, but very well. Ponder your answer carefully, Alistair. The skull awaits, and its silence is deafening.
(Alistair exits, leaving Bones alone in the dimly lit room. He takes another sip of his brandy, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.)
We have two different variants for the final conclusion, because I didn’t agree with the first one:
Bones: (To himself) Another moth drawn to the flame. They never understand, do they? Power isn’t about ambition, it’s about sacrifice. And the greatest sacrifice is often the self.
Bones: (To himself) Another moth drawn to the flame. They never understand, do they? Power isn’t about sacrifice, it’s about control. The true puppeteers don’t bleed, they manipulate the strings from afar. They sacrifice others, not themselves.
(The scene fades to black.)
Of course, we should be aware that Gemini and most of AI’s on the market could be tools of gaslighting, specially with all bs of politically correctness that sabotaged Gemini image generator. (“Sorry, I can’t help with images of people yet.”)