What NWO job do you hold?

I' m a service clerk (translated: cashier) for a nation wide pharmacy...oh, wait a minute...make that...Black Ops Pharmacutical Engineer.
 
I work in the revenue department, stationed in Australia.

By day, I process land transfers to hide all the NWO assets. By night I'm a covert agent, privy to information that the Jews (Codename: J000005) of the ZNWO are allowed to see...
 
I'm Minister in Charge of Leaving Terribly Obvious Clues.

You also write conspiracy thrillers under the pen name Dan Brown don't you?

I'm a liason officer passing instructions from our Reptoid overlords to MI6 and the CIA...
 
I program control systems for water and wastewater plants. I make sure the mind-control chemicals get delivered in the proper quantities to the proper entities.

Make sure you drink 8 glasses a day!
 
I am Chief Anagrammist. Expectant parents who are ranking order members need to check with me as to what to name their children so I can develop anagrams that imbed important messages, or decide the date for important initiatives based upon clued messages.

Some of my greatest achievements to date:
Dick Cheney - Chicken dye
George Bush - He bugs Gore
Saddam Hussein - Demands sushi
Hillary Clinton - Lynch a trillion
Nancy Pelosi- Spy on Celina
September eleventh - Me best help re event
 
I clean up behind the CTists, shoveling troof into bags and shipping it to the ‘Stan to fertilize the poppies. Yes, it’s a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.

My other job is sneaking those “medicines” into the Truthers’ Mickey Dees. (Thanx and a tip of the hat to Brainache for planting the mandatory Obvious Clue. The check’s in the mail, comrade!)

(And the groupies are taking the next train. They refuse to fly, for reasons I don’t need to explain, but they’re all hotpants jooish girlz and a load of laughs. Eat yer hearts out, Truthoids!)
 
I salvage usable components from damaged or obsolete computers (laptop, desktop, and small-to-midsize server) and -- rarely -- a few varieties of arcane, proprietary wireless telecom equipment not used in the consumer market. You'd be surprised how much CPU power and storage it takes to maintain pinpoint-accurate info on every single US citizen. Just inches away from me on my desk sit thirty-six thoroughly modern microprocessors, and just by eyeballing it I'd say about 2 terrabytes of RAM. There's another couple of TB worth of hard drives, and that's just the stuff I happen to have lying around at the moment.

The Weaselworks (not to be confused with the much less impressive Skunkworks) technicians come to me to requisition parts for their various and sundry projects, some of which occasionally involve the components being used in ways they were never designed to be used. I can't go into much detail for obvious reasons, but let's just say that a few of the techs are currently experimenting with remote-controlled airplanes. Really!
 
I'm in charge of crouching in a cardboard box in a corner of an abandoned warehouse. No one has told me why, and I know better than to ask.
 
Ah, yes, remote-controlled aircraft. I used to play work with those. Not to mention the remote-controlled flying saucer. Ah, those were the times...
 
Insurance.

While the company I work for had nothing to do with Silverstein's policies on the Trade Center, as incestuous as the business is, I was able to persuade those that were to look the other way through the cunning use of shaved kittens dipped in Elmers and rolled in glitter.

I then shot them from a slingshot eastward from atop the Woolworth building. The combination of sparkly things flying through the air accompanied by helpless mewing and the resultant splash into the East River is a sure-fire way to get ANY insurance company to totally overlook investigating possible fraud.

::: high-five! :::
 
I'm in the Texas Administrative branch, shuffling around papers, and making sure everyone gets just the info we want them to, with everything else filed safely away in my vault/supply closet.
 
I'm in charge of crouching in a cardboard box in a corner of an abandoned warehouse. No one has told me why, and I know better than to ask.

You get paid don't you?

Though I get more from the pics of you crouching in a cardboard box in a corner of an abandoned warehouse I sell on ebay
 
I'm the NWO image guru. I'm the dude who came up with the idea of painting the helicopters black! I hid the hidden pictures on the US Currency! I put the Bohemian in the grove! I introduced Mr. Bilder to Ms. Berger! I put the Ram in the ramalamadingdong!

Please to meetcha! Can you guess my name?
-z
 

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