D-DAY +87...A story of our age...chapter 1 (or chapter 87, depending on how you look at things ).

If you've missed the introduction to this romp on dtube - go and fucking watch it first ! here
(and up vote it while you're there - I'm not doing this for the good of my health, you know.... Well, actually, I am, now that I come to think about it - but that's not the point...upvote!).

I digress....But that's my prerogative. 'It's my party , and I'll tell it how I want to'

Note to Miss Moneypenny: find a jingle to go with that last line, we'll make millions out of it in few decades..

Lets be clear about this - I can wander around my own story, more than an aborigine on walkabout. And one who's continually drunk and has no sense of direction, at that.

In my defense of insinuating Aborigines get drunk , they do - I've seen a drunken aborigine - so it must be true.
It's also a fact that aborigines go on 'walkabout' as part of their rich historic culture - and it's also a fact that the aboriginal genes find it more difficult to metabolize alcohol, thus making them more susceptible to 'drunkenness'.

Not that Steem HQ's SJW police will ever be perusing my pages, so I'm pretty safe.
Facts and storytelling can go together, quite harmoniously it seems..that's interesting..

Fuckin' hell !!!- I'm even digressing from my own digressing now...

....Back to the story, shall we?

Date: 10th march 2019 1944.
Location : A hut, somewhere.

Codename: Operation Overlord Oversteem

D-day. (+ 87)

As the Corp commanders looked on at the large chalk board, and considered the outline of the plan that had been presented with, there was a heavy...heavy... silence...

notes taken of the meeting by Miss Moneypenny does not suggest that the heavy silence was due to lots of ganja being smoked at the time , but actual thinking.

" Sir, can I ask you a couple of questions ?" Said General Sycophant, of Sycophant corp. He was looking closely at the board. (and not at Miss Moneypenny. Which was strange, as every one else had completely ignored the chalkboard all this time and were only looking at Miss Moneypenny).

"Well...well... Sir, " General Sycophant began to say, stammering...(He wasn't used to asking questions, he just preferred to agree with his commanders and make the best of a bad job- no matter how shit).
"Well...well...Sir.... is this really the best idea?" He finally blurted out, sweating.
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"How do you mean Sycophant?, Spit it out man!" Shouted the Commander in Chief.

"Well....well...isn't it a bad idea putting our secret plans on the blockchain? Everyone can see them," Sycophant said, looking the floor, not actually believing he'd asked a question.
He hadn't asked a question for nearly 40 years, and it gave him a very strange feeling inside.

"...And also, Sir...., " He carried on. Fuck it, he was on a roll now - two questions, one after another..fucking hell. " We have no intelligence of festering Steem's dispositions. Sorry, I meant Fortress Steem's dispositions- so how then, can we attack at it's weakest points?,"

The commander in chief turned and looked directly at him.
(He thought it rude to keep looking at Miss Moneypenny, while addressing General sycophant).

" Firstly, Sycophant , the blockchain hasn't even been invented yet- this is a 1944 parody – so they've no chance of knowing about our intentions for at least 50 years. Hell , people won' t even discover the internet for another 40 ....
They're gonna shit themselves when they learn about bitcoin!," He said, laughing...

The C-in-C carried on, "No, we have no worries that anyone from Steem will be looking in on our plans...although I did hear that they seem to be in favor of storytelling rather than information, so you never know....It's a damn good story!"
"Anyway...," The C-in-C continued

"....We've two of our top spies headed there right now to Normandy, to find out all we need to know.
Agent Bond and Mamms will be in Normandy shortly.... just as soon as they've stopped killing chickens , getting a bit jiggy with each other, , and come down off the hallucinogenic drugs that we've been feeding them.
Christ, they've been so high, they think they've been living in Vienna, and raving - and not Vermont just sitting in a room, for this last 4 years!"

" Where's General Ethical?, " Said General Non-Ethical, interrupting.. "Not that we really need him at this point in affairs.."

"I'm here!!," General Ethical said, shouting from the back of the room, as he hurried through the door

"Sorry I'm late, sir, I just had a conversation with a chap outside about property right's after he tried stealing my wallet.
He didn't understand the concept of it at all, the poor bugger.
After I broke both his legs for trying to steal off me, the fucking bastard, we sat down and a nice little chat while we waited for his ambulance. I think he gets it now,.."

General Ethical look over at the chalk board (or Miss Moneypenny, no one was sure which), and sighed. Or was it a pant?, Again, no one was really sure..

"So, we're really going to do this then, Sir,?" General Ethical said.

"You have a problem with that, General Ethical?" Looking over sternly at his favorite General.

General Nihilist spoke up for the first time, " I get a very bad feeling about this...."