Ted has been reading about an esteemed Jewish organization who meet periodically to discuss the progress of their age-old objective of global domination, and how a work template based upon Solomon’s Temple can help with their goals. Real esoteric Hebrew stuff, this.

The three hundred and twenty-four members are all die-hard Globalists, mainly educators and media bosses, with a few central bankers.

August 4, 2029

The Chosen are meeting today. The topic is Immigration and the Destruction of Indigenous Race and Culture. The venue is an auditorium rented on the campus of New York University. Ted has bought several canisters of Zyklon B from one of his favorite revolution oriented companies, Assassination Novelties. This and some WWI style mustard gas served up with the bratwurst buffet should do the job nicely.

10:03 A.M.

The last of the Chosen have found their seats in the hall, and someone in charge shuts the door. Strangely there are no security people for this. All Ted has to do is put a police lock on the two doors, front and back. Last night he placed the Zyklon B canisters, surrounded by the mustard gas canisters, under the massive buffet table, well out of sight behind the giant table cloth put in place by the caterer employed ladies around 4:00 P.M. yesterday.

Ted is way down the hall near an exit door. He takes the radio control unit out of his pocket, activates and pushes the button. All the canister valves open simultaneously, and now the terrible scream-fest begins. Ted has a microphone inside and hears a good deal of foul language mixed in with prayers and invocations of Adonai or Elohim. Real esoteric Hebrew stuff, this. Finally, the raucous dies.

Ted walks out to the street and is soon enjoying kasha soup and corned beef on rye at a neighborhood deli two blocks away. Sirens are starting, and sound wonderfully musical in an ironical way, like the laughing clarinets in the early music of the Brothers Gershwin.