We postmodernists were a branch of Freemasons way back when. We were an offshoot of the Anglican Church and latter Fabians. We had lots of secrets until the decade of the 1950’s when we became famous Masons. The Nazi’s knew about us but did not grasp the meaning. Since the 18th century to 1945 we were few. Hitler & Co. persecuted us, using his robotcops to kill any Mason they caught in sausage land. We were one in a thousand, yet, he thought we were extremely dangerous. Generalissimo Franco put a price on our heads. That’s why we had to have lots of secrets, while we defeated the Spanish crown in the New World. The wars of Latin American independence were financed by bankers from London.
In Japan we were not known that much but after the rendition, MacArthur, one of our few, made Hirohito commit psychological suicide. He made him come out over the airwaves and reveal that of the divine he only had good sake. That’s why in 1945 our Fat Man from England came out with the right hand raised and, conforming the V of Victory, said: Never before so many owed so much to so few. This is truly the land of the free and the home of the brave. Did you know that those of us who understood this called the V of Victory the Peace Sign out of utter irony.
Since then, we postmodernists are famous Masons Galore. We have no secrets of that nature any longer. Well, except for that freaky Ernest Bornigne with the secret helicopters in the seventies, and a few other vestiges even today wearing the black ring.
You’ll see our smiles and cordial hello’s if you check Famous Masons in the Internet. What do we want secrets for after victory? Y’all have fun.