This tale is slowly coming out and is not about the famous mafioso Soprano Family. It is like Leo Cohen sung the coming of:
“It’s coming through a hole in the air
From those nights in Tiananmen Square
It’s coming from the feel
That this ain’t exactly real
Or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there
From the war against disorder
From the sirens night and day
From the fires of the homeless
From the ashes of the gay …..
It’s coming through a crack in the wall
On a visionary flood of alcohol
From the staggering account
Of the Sermon on the Mount
Which I don’t pretend to understand at all
It’s coming from the silence
On the dock of the bay
From the brave, the bold, the battered …..”
The Tale of the Hundreds of Millions of Sopranos
Once upon the time, the night fell deep. Nobody knew how it happened, maybe it was the Aliens, or just small groups of humans, mostly women. The knives shone in the dark, the scissors snapped, and hundreds of millions of men suddenly lost their precious family jewels. Nobody noticed it at first, except that the men were behaving more calmly and not being complete two legged violent thugs as they are usually. But slowly from Afghanistan to Dumbass, From USA to China to Mexico and Brasil passing through Arabia and finally to the EU, the mighty choirs of hundreds of millions of new Soprano voices were marching bare handed through the streets, on the battle grounds , in the offices, military camps, singing their new soprano pitches. The multitude of female fans of lost patriarchy joined them, too, in this new hormonal change. The wars stopped and the Hundreds of millions of sopranos sung in unison. The melody of the marching sopranos was written by the AI.
Also the Tshirters started behaving in a new soprano way. Dear reader, if you do not know who the Tshirters are, look at your Idols, the Zuckerbergers, The Sam Cooks, The Steve Jobsess, the whole AI tech Oligarchy and their employees which are preaching to you in their Tshirts for decades now.
This tale is coming soon and the balls will fall on the ground and the new Sopranos will sing aloud the new hormonal age of change.
We just have to wait for the Queen of the Night