Proletarian.

You bought something novel that seemed like a novelty.

15 dollars disappears, never to be seen again.

But now it's out of the package.

Black plastic with red stickers. An instruction leaflet, reminsicent of a handbill. A small Das Kapital business card, which is just a handbill-writ-miniature. All of this has a surprising heft, with a contrasting lightness.

Something strange happens.

There are cubes more colourful than this, but they don't feel as exhilarating.

Like the striking hammer of a court trial, ideas begin to flow. As you twist it, it twists you. Progressivism. Socialism. Revolution. Burning down the local courthouse. Rigging a bank to blow. Purchasing a Mosin-Nagant. Reporting yourself for ownership of a Mosin-Nagant.

These are, of course, only ideas. If you were to sit one of these by your doorstep, you'd be invited by that suit-and-jacket clad gentleman you invited for New Years' to a special meeting. The details would be passed to you via a parcel of information dropped in your shopping bag from a seemingly passered-by. You show up wearing street clothes, like the parcel said. You waltz over to any empty seat. You see the passered-by sitting three chairs down from you. A sheet of paper is passed around. It has the next meeting's date and time on it. Details are discussed. Plots are hatched. Everything is said. You've seen something. Nobody says anything. You're advised to wear cheap pants and a shirt you don't care about to the next meeting. Things could get ugly.

And that's just the beginning.

May the infection continue...

It's true. I've seen it happen. I give you: Putin's Puppet. Yes, the Orange Hitler. Donald J Trump.. Rachel Maddow said so.

The People's Cube controls the Trump.

The People's Cube has all the hard evidence that FORCED Trump to campaign and win the Presidency...or else.

forelock tug,
Jackalopelipsky
Russian Agent
#BR 549
with love, xxx