History 101: The Manifesto
Written by Clementine Reed

Chapter Thirty-Four: The complexity of this moment

The past does not exist, the future does not exist, we have only right now. In the immediate but also in the sense of spans of time. We are in a particular span of time, this is our now, this is where we must reside. And we are in a crisis unlike any other in human history (it is yet to be known if our new extraterrestrial neighbors will pan out to be as skilled as we have been at utter self-destruction, so far we are much better at this than they). 

It is not enough to say we will try, it is not enough to say we will work, it is not enough to say things must change. We must make change, we must forge every single little try into one colossal DO. DO, I say. Don’t think. Move. Act. You know in your heart what must be done.

It is simple math, basics we learned as wee children. Equations that cannot lie.


Droplets in                 Droplets out              Final Droplet (fDPt)

10,000            -           9,999              =       1

 
For every

10,000 fDPt               =          45 million people


10 billion people            -           45 million       =          nine billion nine hundred fifty-five million must die

Simple math. I have always been a pragmatist. Seeing things through a practical lens, I have always had an eye for detail, quickly able to assess what has to be done. And doing it, despite the fact it often breaks my heart. Yes, I can make the hard choices, I can, I have and I will. We only have a limited amount of technology to sustain life and I will not go down in history as the leader who killed the human race. No! It will not happen under my watch.

I will tell you a story, pull you chairs in closely and take a listen. There is a parable here, do you know what a parable is? Look it up on the webs. I will wait. (20 second delay) Good, such obedience is awarded. So now you know, a little story with a message.

A little girl named Clementine was walking along a long trail through the hills of California. It was during the third wave of Extreme Droughts and the war had already begun. Her big brother was off to war just that week and although she prided herself in not showing emotion, EVER. She was crying and at the exact same moment turning bright red as her embarrassment at her blathering emotion was actually exceeding the pain of her brother’s absence. 

Caught up in this odious internal emotional drama, Clementine almost walked right past the whimpering. At first it was a few small whimpers and then some grew into complete whines. It sounded like children but then that just couldn’t be since there were no more children in California at the time (save Clementine, Olivia, Parsival and Ed). She was curious. She walked through some tall brush, parting it as she moved her body through it. The sounds grew louder. When she broke into a clearing there was a litter of puppies, they could not have been but 5 or 6 days old. They were brindle and very, very small. They were hungry and they were thirsty. She only had a one liter bottle of water left in her water pack. She knew she could make it back safely but she would have to account for any missing water. She was a bright girl, a brave girl and a compliant girl. Despite the strong side of her, her instinctual urge to nurture these little vulnerable creatures, she set that part of her to the side and slowly choked each puppy dead.

Do you understand? Jesus spoke in parables. It is a way to reach even the lowliest of us, and in my own way the parable helps with the solution. If you are unable to grasp the simple meaning of the puppy parable, how can you grasp the sacrifice humanity is trying, NO! Not try, MUST MAKE! Now is not the time for warm fuzzies, hurt feelings (or for feelings at all) and sympathetic side bars. We have to set these things aside, for another day or another millennium. We must be the bright, brave girl. We must be more like me, Clementine.

The next obvious question is: how? This too comes with a bit of a conundrum that can be sorted through best with an equation and solidified in the mind with a parable. Here we go again, but I ask you this. Can you feel your blood pulsing? Can you feel it pumping through your heart, through your arms and legs, through your temples? Is your mouth dry and pupils dilated? You my friend are feeling the effects of our animal nature to survive, to fight, to protect ourselves and our clan. Do you know that humans have lived in tribes longer than we have lived outside of them? So we are more creature than we would like to admit and that is what you feel right now. A beast’s instinct to live. And I tell you, and will tell you again and will exemplify this in my own life - NOW is not the time for such things, NOW it is time to push these things aside, NOW is not the time to think, philosophize, demonize, protest, arm oneself, write a letter demanding my impeachment. NO. NO. NO. Now is the time to set these things aside and follow the demands of the situation, despite the whimpering of those around you, the weaker beings, believing they inherently have a right to exist. We don’t. That is a fantasy from a different time. We are not in the wild, wild West. We are not in the peak of human freedom the 2020’s. We are here, now, with limited resources, a dying planet and a clear path forward if we are brave enough to take it.

4.5 billion people can cut the problem in half simply by killing one other person

9 billion - 4.5 billion = 4.5 billion

The hard choices.

Listen carefully, let me lead you in a kind of meditation. Close your eyes and breathe deeply out of your nose for three deep breaths. Already you should feel a sense of calm overcome you. I ask you to sink deeper into this state of acceptance with every breath you take. This one. This one. This one. Now examine with open eyes your heart. The one you were just feeling pulsing through your veins. Try to quiet the brain, this exercise will only be hindered by that pesky trance of thinking. Deepen your attention, be aware of the now. Allow only one emotion in when I tell you, you are ready. Release every thought to the tomorrow or yesterday, watch them as if they were in a bubble slowly floating away. Good bye thoughts of heroism, thoughts of good and evil, thoughts of peace. Take the chest of emotions, remove the chains, unlock the lock, open the heavy wood for a split second, enough time for one simple emotion to emerge: vengeance. If you cannot contact that one settle for revenge. Close the box quickly and add a few chains and padlocks. We won’t be needing those for a very very long time. Soak in the emotion, feel the blood turn red hot, feel the dash of hatred, sense of injustice and desire to squash that which has harmed you. Allow that to take a face, the face of the one you hate. You have now been entrusted with this gift, to be a part of the solution not the problem. It will be you are them, but 4.5 must die (refer back to the equation, it is simple math). Preferably those with the least value on the gradation charts from chapter 3 of this Video Manifesto. Don’t forget to extract their hydroderm implant and return it to the Central Lab for processing. This is how we will tally the wins, this is how we will make history. Wake up, white people! Remember the words and apply them well, “And I will be the one to make them pay for what they have done.”


For those of you counting, that leaves nine hundred fifty five billion. Those are mine, they are the children.

For questions or concerns or to find the nearest CL please send an evoice to grandmistressflash@headquarters.gov.

For tips and tricks on how to best execute with the strength of your vengeance see Addendum: It’s Not Enough to Just Hate.

Chief Scientific Officer, Ministry of Order and President of the World OUT.

Handwritten note on the bottom of the above document: Note - 13 million were killed in this first wave of Clementine’s plan. Not nearly enough to make a dent in the problem.

Thicker Than Water.