Mannequin heads and torsos attached to drone vehicles sniggered at us from every direction. A 'snigger' sticky face was stuck over the androgynous face of the mock up sniper to beef up the 'evil' factor. Another one had a one foot long shlong under its fatigued pants. On the most part, the combat drone soldiers were sexless, which made them more menacing, there was no reference point to reason with them, the argument went in defense force spin.
Grenades, colored in SWATCH greens, reds and beige, were innocently displayed in a glass cabinet that under normal circumstances, might have been used for showcasing SWATCH watches.
Who would want to throw a green grenade?
People with green SWATCHES, I suppose. And it was good to see the SWATCH switch.
The money was in defense industries, after all, as Boeing and Lockheed Martin can attest, two major players on display at 2022's LAND FORCES EXPO at Brisbane's Convention & Exhibition Centre running from today till this Thursday.
'Four days to give them hell,' said one protestor, who tweeted on Twitter, under the hashtag, #EarthCarenotWarfare, his intentions.
There was a sick streak coursing through Halls 1, 2, 3 and four.
'Our intel suggests the aim of these protests is to disrupt the event, intimidate with the use of sound, sight and smell and create discomfort for those attending the event.'
LAND FORCES' press release kit just sent out today suggested we don't hand out ID badges to protestors.
The dissent was more sophisticated than that.
Too late.
'I'm going to take a Viagra, get estrogen and testosterone shots, watch RAMBO parts 1 and 2, and wear my fatigue boxers, before I turn up to work on the opening day. '
That happened to be today.
And he was a security officer, roaming the premises.
I had already breached one cordoned off area.
I was being led around circles. It was a maze of confusion, made from simple hire fences.
Where was the concertina razor wire fencing?
Just saying.
From the corner of my eye, I saw head of security sneak through a gap.
Was he taking a fiver, for a hit of crack?
'What are you trying to do, ' he says.
I'm trying to do what you have just done, but instead of entering, I want to exit.
He had no argument, more so since I was bonding with him five minutes earlier at the staff entrance.
'Boy, your intel of knocking off at 7 pm, was right on the button.'
Ha ha, I let out, as sincere as a politician, you know, that deep down fake bellicose kind of laugh.
Inside, the display of might was intimidating.
'That defense tank is a piece of shit, you can already see the rust at the joints. '
It looked intimidating, almost as long as a school bus, but rusting at the seams.
Just pure brute force.
'It had be towed in, the fucking piece of shit wouldn't even run on it's own volition, ' said a British guy, setting up his stall for tactical drone tanks, one of hundreds of stalls selling wares to kill humanity, all in the name of defending valuable non-renewable resources.
In stark contract to the Chinese made tactical striker tank was the autonomous UK-built long range tank drone, that can carry 3 tonnes of equipment at 70 kph, running off electric batteries that self charge with the an Extreme 600 Heavy Duty Alternator.
'And it does what it says,' added the British contractor for Britain's Defense Industry.
Once you had your ID badge, security didn't bother scanning the bar code. The contractors, including me, were marched through security like enlisted soldiers for the Drone Forces.
'No one will ever get hurt, ' said someone from the defense force, at our tool box meeting.
Was he talking about the drones, who are operated at some undisclosed bunker in Canberra.
Then the thought dawned on us all, we were the drones and we were on the front-line and sitting ducks for Wage Peace, who according to intel, were hell bent on making like as uncomfortable as possible for the attendees of the event.
Joe Covid winked at me.
It was that wink of don't worry, we have you covered.
I had heard about those stink bombs, and Joe Covid reeked of a very strong odor.
Distinct, yes, it was PCP, known as horse tranquilize, angel dust or camel piss.
You could see his stained pants and there was resin on his PPE equipment. Bark made the powder more potent, and it helped bind the product into a syrupy piece of high stench elephant dung.
I could see how things were going to play out.
He was fiddling in his pant pockets.
No, he wasn't playing pocket pool.
'I'm just going to spread the love of human consciousness', is what was written in his doe like eyes, that oozed of peaceful activist-ism.
He was going to expand, for twenty minutes at a time, the industry that needed expanding.
The toolbox officer continued, a former Brigadier with bad crowns and obviously on the board of Aus Wep Corp, having long retired almost a century ago, allaying any fears we may have had, 'our drones can create a dissociative state, crooning the enemy, giving them a false sense of security. '
Then he showed us a drone that dispensed of the chemical known as pohencyclidine, 'sprayed over the enemy territory in our Swarm Harvest Drones.'
If you can't afford a ticket into the show, why not join a side show festival opposite the staff entrance at the square in front of TAFE.
'That’s why we hold a festival of resistance to disrupt, interrupt, and
obfuscate their efforts to generate conflict as the by-product of
profit. We invite you to join the line-up of this festival!'
And if you have any spare acid tabs, the press release from Wage Peace could have added, ' they'd be very much appreciated.'
When Joe Covid ( the first infiltrator from the militant wing of The Greens, Greenpeace, that I'm aware of) contaminates the conference centre via the air-conditioning system, with his highly hallucinogenic camel piss, a euphoric feeling will descend on all and sundry under it's roof. Once the floodgates of dopamine eventually close, what follows is the almost ephemeral release of pheromones. It makes bulls go mad, elephants into killing machines, dogs into rabid sex machines. Even I'm eying off the androgynous drones now. Pheromones can leap over 100 foot trees with ease, and can travel at the speed of light through optic cables and bounce of GPS satellites with the panache of superman diverting a ballistic missile in space.
In short, it's a potent, healing, chemical that immediately dispels any forms of aggression. Fucking is only on your mind when in the grips of this potent chemical that ensures the procreation of any species. Nature's secret weapon.
Am I talking streaming porn here?
Just imagine...
I can sense a fuckfest coming on as those pheromones are gassing out the fuckers at Command HQ operating the drones. I can fucking smell it. It oozes of phallic symbols and jocks on a summer break at Daytona-Fucking-Beach.
And I've got my synthesized hormones, just for this special occasion.
This is where the porn industry could meet the defense industry, and the coordinates are :
The big day, a Thursday.
What I wrote was speculation.
What I write now, is what went down.
