It’s sad how large The Realm of Possibility has grown.

When: Some time in Q1 2019.

Where: secret meeting place. Definitely somewhere nicer than We the People could ever afford to go.

A little fly on the wall hears something like this…….

“We need a panic. Something to really get the voters energized to the point of begging us to come save them. Any ideas?”

“Well Sir, we have this fairly unknown virus thing. Kind of the bat flu but not the flu. It’s really confusing and acts funny”

“Shit son, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. Bugs scare everyone, because they are small and you can’t see them”

“How do you want to do it? “

” Let’s have China dump it in some city. Let them figure out that shit. They will probably fuck it up, but it will get here eventually. Get the red team and blue team get their stories straight. Remember, it will be ok as long as we tell the story right”

“Got ya sir, story straight.”

Then once it’s here, we can do a lockdown or something. Shut down the largest section of low income jobs, I think service industry is perfect. Let’s get all those illegals out of work and dependent on us. “

“Create permanent underclass from people who have absolutely no voice, check. Sir, this is looking real good. Should we do one of those reopen then shut back down, tricks? That will fuck with them big time!”

“Good idea! Let’s do that. And through in some racial tension. Open a few old wounds and pour some Himalayan sea salt right in there. Get the media on that, they are good at starting shit. They can also help with the US vs Them stuff. Stoke those fires. This should get us through to the election. After that, we ramp it up. Ruin Thanksgiving, no family gathering or drinking with your crew afterwards. Christmas and New Years? Hope people have great pics from last year. By spring all those dumb fucks will be begging for our help! Just make sure Joe doesn’t fuck it up like Hilary did last time. I told her that nobody with RBF will get elected. But noooo, Nurse Ratchet wouldn’t listen and just smile for once. We had to impliment Plan B. But it has worked out in the end. “

“ok sir, I’ll get these orders out. Hey, what’s that? How’d a fly get in here?”

Thud, squish.