THE MASK OF TRANSPARENCY IS JUST ANOTHER LIE

By ConBoi, The Nigh End Times – May 22nd, 2023

May’s here, and with it, another smug-faced, smooth-papered report from AARO. More sightings. More blurry dots. More lights doing loop-de-loops around Navy destroyers. More excuses. Drones. Balloons. “Foreign tech.” You notice how it’s never aliens? Not anymore. They flirted with the word back in ’21, just long enough to hook your interest, then buried it in red tape and obfuscation. That’s the trick—pretend you’re being honest so nobody notices you’re lying.

This isn’t disclosure. This is distraction.

AARO plays cleanup while the real story burns under the surface. 801 reported sightings, and they’re still saying “no evidence of extraterrestrial origin.” What’s the threshold for evidence? A handshake? A little green man filing a 1040-EZ? Come on. There’s enough footage out there to make a Spielberg box set and still, they say, “We don’t know what it is, but it’s probably not that.”

Meanwhile, the sightings don’t stop. Pilots reporting swarms. Civilians catching sky slits. Whistleblowers screaming into the void. But AARO’s got a press kit and a poker face, so everything’s fine.

Let me tell you what this actually is: a strategy. A layer of perceived transparency meant to put your curiosity to sleep. Make you feel like someone’s got it under control, when in truth, no one does. Or worse—someone does, and they ain’t us.

The real story here is ancient. This isn’t just about lights in the sky. It’s about a long-term conditioning plan. The same alphabet soup agencies that “accidentally” erased Roswell files are the ones handing you PDFs now. You think that’s a coincidence? Ask yourself why disclosure always looks like a car with no wheels. They give you the frame, the dashboard, but never the engine. Never the gas. Just enough to keep you seated.

And while we’re watching the sky, the ground beneath us shakes. It’s been a year since monkeypox “swept” the nation—remember that? Didn’t kill many, but boy did it rattle nerves. Because it wasn’t about health. It was a test run. A trial balloon for how fast they could squeeze the system and watch it buckle. Same blueprint as COVID, same as SARS before that. Manufactured panic, scripted scarcity, and always some miracle tech they roll out just in time.

The dollar’s on life support. You don’t need to be an economist to see that. BRICS nations cozying up. Gold-backed currencies making a comeback. And here we are, building trillion-dollar coin fantasies while the middle class bleeds out through payday loans and Uber tips. This isn’t economic policy—it’s euthanasia by spreadsheet.

And what’s coming next isn’t just inflation or recession. It’s restructuring. A controlled demolition of the old order. You think it’s a coincidence BRICS is gaining momentum? That the yuan’s suddenly sexy to global markets?

Mark my words: A trade war is brewing. But it won’t be fought with tariffs. It’ll be fought with influence. With supply chains. With digital currencies. And when the dust settles, China’s gonna be sitting on top.

And us? We’ll be the workforce. The fulfillment center. The factory floor of the New World Economy. Welcome to Suicide Net Nation. You think that’s hyperbole? Look at Foxconn. Look at the warehouse collapses. Look at the robotic dogs patrolling parking lots in L.A. Now tell me they won’t bring that here. They already are.

The signs are there. Automated warehouses in Kansas. Amazon building entire ghost towns just to move product faster. Driverless trucks pushing out independent haulers. Say goodbye to freedom. Say hello to biometric logins and AI bosses.

They don’t need a middle class anymore. Just tech overlords and pliable labor. You’re not a citizen—you’re a node in their logistics chain.

This is what it looks like when the old empire folds in on itself. Rome 2.0, but with smartphones and brain chips. And they’ll keep waving the UFOs in your face to keep you busy, just like they always have.

Same tactics. Different tools.

Need I remind you? This didn’t start with AARO. This goes back to Roswell. Hell, even before that. Foo fighters in World War II. The airship wave of 1896. It’s always been there, always been denied, then rebranded when convenient. Tic-Tacs, UAPs, whatever. They change the language so you can’t trace the truth.

Meanwhile, we’ve got patents from the ‘50s that shouldn’t exist. Anti-grav prototypes. Microwaves invented overnight. You ever wonder why your food “cooks” from the inside out? That’s alien tech, pal. They didn’t give us fire. They gave us frequency. Turn the dial, change the molecules. Why do you think every appliance in your kitchen connects to Wi-Fi now? It ain’t for your convenience.

Everything is a node. A signal. A test.

You are being shaped. Not just watched. Not just controlled. Modified. DNA isn’t static—it’s code. And they’re rewriting it with your diet, your meds, your TV shows, and your goddamn Bluetooth refrigerator.

And through it all, AARO smiles and says, “Nothing to see here.”

Just remember: every time AARO opens its mouth, it’s not speaking for the people. It’s speaking for the architects. The ones building a future you weren’t invited to. You’re just raw material in the new design.

Stay sharp. Stay skeptical. And stop looking where they’re pointing. Look underneath.

ConBoi, out.