Octopussy-And Other Elint

So. Another tale from the nursery.
What is it about nurseries - all nurseries - that creates sick little freaks that live to exploit and harm others?
What is it that in the course of a couple of generations has replaced open and free association with secretive machination involving people of unknown ranking in their own unknown schemee of death?
The rankings are variously interchangeable; they are quite willing to let merit decide who wears, however temporarily, the mantle of leader. Merit meaning in this case the most devious and vicious formulation of what used to be known as crime.
Crimes not against mere property or person. But crimes against humanity, crimes designed to destroy the very essence of humanity in their victims and leave an apparently functioning drone in its place, something that dances to the puppet-string prompts of the secret society.
The secret society is not particularly secret.
They are very open-about some things.
They wear a smile-as long as they are creating wreckage.
They scream at us to 'choose life'-their life, the one they are prepared to tolerate seeing us live-or die!
And they think that they are free, that when we are governed by their psychological molestation(child molestation) we also are free.

They pride themselves, god help them, on being able to crack open and up the toughest of the tough.
Yet they feel safe.

Well they aren't.
More and more people are becoming wise to them.
Through experience, through deduction, as a duty; and we are able to remind them, from time to time, that their miserable little case studies and analyses of our souls amount to shit if they cross the line.

As will their safety.