Nelly They exist, Snake. The Illuminati. Not the cartoon version. The real thing.
Solid Snake America’s been a secret dictatorship since 1832. That’s when Skull and Bones was founded. Fifteen new faces every year, same tomb, same bloodlines, same quiet pipeline into every lever of power. Presidents, spies, bankers—all from the same Order. Sutton mapped it in America’s Secret Establishment. The Constitution stayed on the wall. The real decisions never left the Tomb.
Nelly George W. Bush and the Bonesmen lead it in times of war. They don’t need a throne. They already own the rooms where the wars get green-lit.
Solid Snake Keep watching.
They sit in silence as the grainy UN footage plays. Hugo Chávez steps to the podium, looks around the chamber, then leans in close to the microphone.
Chávez (on screen) The devil came here yesterday. Right here. And it smells of sulfur still…
He makes a sign of the cross, then points toward the empty seat where Bush had spoken the day before.
Nelly He smelled it. Right there in front of the whole world.
Solid Snake Chávez just said out loud what the membership lists already showed. Bush wasn’t just another president. He was another Bonesman. Same Order that put his father and grandfather in the same circles. Sutton called it a continuous establishment. I call it a dictatorship that never needed to declare itself.
Nelly And the Illuminati just changed letterhead. All I could ever do was try to stop the death cult in my “Buried Bones” CSI episode. That was as close as I got to putting the warning on screen. The oil oligarchs are the ones driving this end-of-days mass extinction. They’re not trying to save the planet. They’re stripping it for parts so they can fuck off to Mars and leave the rest of us choking on a dying rock.
Solid Snake Same bloodlines. Same Order. Same exit plan. 1832 to the launch pads. The Tomb was never about keeping secrets from the outside. It was about making sure only the right people get a seat on the last ship out.