Even the Freemasons, with all their supposed power and influence, were powerless to stop the tide.

“The New World Order is happening right under their noses, just as planned, and they can’t do a fucking thing about it,” Gusty Oaks thought smugly, “He who controls the spice...” He paused, a knowing grin creeping across his face. Even the Freemasons, with all their supposed power and influence, were powerless to stop the tide. The idea of them throwing a tea party, staging a revolt, to hand control back to the people was laughable. “How would they do it anyway?” he scoffed silently.