The following is an excerpt taken from a soon-to-be-published longer work by Andy Nowicki, tentatively titled Conspiracy, Compliance, Control, and Defiance.
So what are the makings
of a true Reptilian, be he scaly-skinned in his authentic body, or merely
cold-blooded in spirit?
We must make
distinctions. Not everyone said to possess “sociopathic” traits can be called a
full-fledged Reptilian. It is not enough merely to be cruel, conniving, and
empathy-deficient; one must also be
smart,
well-connected and
utterly ruthless to qualify. To be sure,
it helps to be
born into a powerful bloodline, but failing that, there must be
other ways to opt into the ruling reptoid caste. Of course, I must plead
ignorance regarding how such matters fall out in their finer details; I have
not had even the remotest brush with this phenomenon. Yet I comprehend, I
think, the manner by which a person can grow overfond of the prospect of possessing
something that he was previously sure he had to do without. In fact, even
temporarily possessing something desirable, which one had forever previously felt destined to having to
do without (and in the process, finding that one didn’t necessary
have to do without it in the first place, as one had previously believed)
—can have a plainly intoxicating effect upon one’s soul.
