Huggermuggers, you say?

In a world of despots it’s the hyenas that rule.  It is the way of it.  Chaos breeds cutthroats, and its precisely with chaos and cutthroats that despots fashion themselves a kingly cloak.  The two are like jam and bread.

But what is it about the mindset of brutes that gathers them to the ill-wishes of men?  Were they so under-loved as children?  Did nature fail to provide them a conscience?  Perhaps frailty thy name should be called henchmen!  Of course, frail not because of frame but frail because of weakness, as in easily bent to the whims of corruption.

I give you Exhibit A: Huggermuggers.

Now to be Huggermugger is to be top-tier, the embodiment of thuggery, the worst of the worst, or the best of the worst, depending on your perspective on what thuggery means.  For Huggermuggers are the most feared network of anarchist this side of the North Star’s polar magnetic north, and even there their arms have reach.  Their members are many; their dropouts are few.  They are the street-sweeper and prominent judge, the homemaker and conservative librarian, the drunkard and noble captain of the guard.  The Huggermugger works in the open and the Huggermugger connives in the dark.  They are everyone and they are everywhere.  For there is no fear amongst those that crave power, nor gender or color to which they cleave.  And thuggery is all about power, and power is the coke — addictive and desired.

So if Huggermuggers are the hyena, to whom is it that they swear?  Who is this despot that pulls their strings?  Be careful who you ask. Doublecrossers have but one master, and he or she will always remain anonymous till the day of overthrow comes.  So if you ask, ask the dead, at least then you might spare yourself the knife.

Inkling #14:

What is The Seven Thunders?  It is stealers of Wielders. The No Threat!, No Thunder! — usurpers. Those that hope to one day raise the Ring.