The Real Grinch Story
Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2021 3:05 pm
Back in THIS THREAD Firestarter and I were discussing the subliminal messages found in Dr. Seuss books, namely in regards to Grinch.
Here’s what really happened…
Grinch was the only one in Whoville who recognized them for what they were – those which say they are Whos, and are not, but do lie; (≠ Rev. 3:9)
He didn’t want to live the lies, and knowing that being around insane people will make you insane, he gathered all his MRE’s, solar chargers, first-aid kit and Max his dog, and headed for his bug out location (BOL) in Mount Crumpit (which was, by the way, an esoteric anagram of Trumpic...however did they know orange would be the new green???)
(Trump pic from Who Magazine...seriously!)
The microscopic people of Whoville said “good riddance,” thankful that the breaker of their social contract of “I won’t say anything about your lies, if you don’t say anything about my lies” was gone.
But the more illuminated Whos in Whoville were not satisfied. They needed Grinch not only to obey Micro-Bro but to LOVE Micro-Bro. No dissenters allowed.
And so they began their Psychological Operations (PsyOps). The Whos believed the lies of the controllers, who told them they were in threat of extinction by the bigger creatures if they did not make a lot of noise. The fact was, however, the bigger creatures were so busy eating cake and surfing the internet that they could really care less about some microscopic people. And even if they did care, they weren’t likely to get off their recliners and do anything about it anyway.
Day and night, the Whos unwittingly played into the hands of the controllers, creating sound trauma using long, extended exposure of loud, grating, penetrating noise to try to drive Grinch out. As later reported, Grinch even remembers some Nancy Sinatra mixed in there. Ugh.
Grinch lasted years and years like this, just plugging his ears. When he was in the mood, he’d play “Rage against the Machine” over his own loudspeaker, just to let them know he was still alive.
But, alas, the MRE’s ran out, the local flora and fauna had thinned, and Grinch was hungry! Why, oh why did he have to pack those medical marijuana candy bars in his bug-out-bag (BOB)?!? There was Max, but he didn’t want to take anymore of his tail…
So he came up with a plan. He’d go down to Whoville in the middle of the night and raid their pantries. He’d make them think he was after their presents as a diversion. The plan was pretty good – camo, night vision goggles, take dog to be on lookout, etc. But he missed one major detail…
Unbeknownst to the Grinch, the dog he got from the pound years before had a GPS tracker in its ear. Because Grinch never went anywhere w/o his dog, they knew exactly where Grinch was. If only he had made soup of ear instead...
So, after a few days of recon, the paid Who-Goons, in full military dress, swooped up Grinch and his dog as they reached the bottom of the mountain, and whirled them off to Room 101.
The dog was an easy nut to crack. A few bones and he was Micro-Bro’s best friend. But the Grinch, oh was he stubborn (must have been that German DNA).
Grinch never did tell the public what his biggest fear was, that got him. But make no mistake, they got him, and good. Grinch not only conceded that the Whos were the “chosen ones,” but became the biggest lover of Micro-Bro, becoming illuminated (evidenced by the light burst around his head on the cover of his biography) and eventually doing what the best of liars do… becoming Whoville Mayor.
And for those wondering why Grinch went down into Whoville unarmed…
Long before Grinch was born, during the reign of Whoosevelt, through the process of indoctrination, registration, and confiscation, all the Micro-14’s and 30’s were collected up, and Whoville became a gun-free zone.
And that, folks, is Dr. Seuss’ story behind the story.
(And, no, I will never publically admit to writing this...)
Here’s what really happened…
Grinch was the only one in Whoville who recognized them for what they were – those which say they are Whos, and are not, but do lie; (≠ Rev. 3:9)
He didn’t want to live the lies, and knowing that being around insane people will make you insane, he gathered all his MRE’s, solar chargers, first-aid kit and Max his dog, and headed for his bug out location (BOL) in Mount Crumpit (which was, by the way, an esoteric anagram of Trumpic...however did they know orange would be the new green???)
(Trump pic from Who Magazine...seriously!)
The microscopic people of Whoville said “good riddance,” thankful that the breaker of their social contract of “I won’t say anything about your lies, if you don’t say anything about my lies” was gone.
But the more illuminated Whos in Whoville were not satisfied. They needed Grinch not only to obey Micro-Bro but to LOVE Micro-Bro. No dissenters allowed.
And so they began their Psychological Operations (PsyOps). The Whos believed the lies of the controllers, who told them they were in threat of extinction by the bigger creatures if they did not make a lot of noise. The fact was, however, the bigger creatures were so busy eating cake and surfing the internet that they could really care less about some microscopic people. And even if they did care, they weren’t likely to get off their recliners and do anything about it anyway.
Day and night, the Whos unwittingly played into the hands of the controllers, creating sound trauma using long, extended exposure of loud, grating, penetrating noise to try to drive Grinch out. As later reported, Grinch even remembers some Nancy Sinatra mixed in there. Ugh.
Grinch lasted years and years like this, just plugging his ears. When he was in the mood, he’d play “Rage against the Machine” over his own loudspeaker, just to let them know he was still alive.
But, alas, the MRE’s ran out, the local flora and fauna had thinned, and Grinch was hungry! Why, oh why did he have to pack those medical marijuana candy bars in his bug-out-bag (BOB)?!? There was Max, but he didn’t want to take anymore of his tail…
So he came up with a plan. He’d go down to Whoville in the middle of the night and raid their pantries. He’d make them think he was after their presents as a diversion. The plan was pretty good – camo, night vision goggles, take dog to be on lookout, etc. But he missed one major detail…
Unbeknownst to the Grinch, the dog he got from the pound years before had a GPS tracker in its ear. Because Grinch never went anywhere w/o his dog, they knew exactly where Grinch was. If only he had made soup of ear instead...
So, after a few days of recon, the paid Who-Goons, in full military dress, swooped up Grinch and his dog as they reached the bottom of the mountain, and whirled them off to Room 101.
The dog was an easy nut to crack. A few bones and he was Micro-Bro’s best friend. But the Grinch, oh was he stubborn (must have been that German DNA).
Grinch never did tell the public what his biggest fear was, that got him. But make no mistake, they got him, and good. Grinch not only conceded that the Whos were the “chosen ones,” but became the biggest lover of Micro-Bro, becoming illuminated (evidenced by the light burst around his head on the cover of his biography) and eventually doing what the best of liars do… becoming Whoville Mayor.
And for those wondering why Grinch went down into Whoville unarmed…
Long before Grinch was born, during the reign of Whoosevelt, through the process of indoctrination, registration, and confiscation, all the Micro-14’s and 30’s were collected up, and Whoville became a gun-free zone.
And that, folks, is Dr. Seuss’ story behind the story.
(And, no, I will never publically admit to writing this...)
