Sub-Saharan Africa is a mess. It's inhabited by mystic ridden people. (This also goes for the Environmentalist Movement.)
Imagine for a moment what the state of Humanity would be if the ancestors of the Europeans, Asians, and the Native Americans couldn't leave Africa until the inhabitants of that miserable continent were organized into a single continental civilization. Humans in general didn't wait until they were organized as a single continental civilization before going out to explore and settle the rest of the world.
Another point to consider is that people who were happy with life in their homelands didn't seek new lives for themselves and their families here in the New World. The supposedly “happy” (read brainwashed) inhabitants of a so-called “type one” planetary civilization aren't going to pack up and leave to settle another planet, such as Mars, let alone embark on a multi-generational voyage across interstellar space.
The Universe as a whole is ours if we want it. We only have to shove the power tripping vermin out of the way.
Showing posts with label Spaceflight. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 24, 2024
Dealing With Messes And Idiots
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Anniversaries
On this day thirty years ago the space shuttle Challenger was accidentally destroyed during launch with all seven souls aboard.
Also on this day the Church of Scientology made their official announcement that L. Ron Hubbard had died. In doing so they put forth a nonsense story that their founder had dropped his body and no mention was made of the fact that he had suffered a stroke a week before.* The true believers were then shocked to discover that no one outside the cult gave a damn about that useless malingering REMF** piece of excrement. They were particularly upset everyone was more concerned about the deaths of seven Wogs*** than with the passing of the most important being on the planet.****
* I personally favor the pillow over the face as the actual cause of death.
** Rear Echelon Mother F***er.
*** Wog is the Scientologist term for a non-member and the functional equivalent of the N-word.
**** Hitler used to think of himself that way too.
Also on this day the Church of Scientology made their official announcement that L. Ron Hubbard had died. In doing so they put forth a nonsense story that their founder had dropped his body and no mention was made of the fact that he had suffered a stroke a week before.* The true believers were then shocked to discover that no one outside the cult gave a damn about that useless malingering REMF** piece of excrement. They were particularly upset everyone was more concerned about the deaths of seven Wogs*** than with the passing of the most important being on the planet.****
* I personally favor the pillow over the face as the actual cause of death.
** Rear Echelon Mother F***er.
*** Wog is the Scientologist term for a non-member and the functional equivalent of the N-word.
**** Hitler used to think of himself that way too.
Monday, July 20, 2015
Anniversary
On this day 46 years ago Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin went out for a walk on the Sea of Tranquility.
UPDATE 1900 CDT:
UPDATE 1900 CDT:
Friday, September 26, 2014
Step Back -- Part 17
“Final burn completed.”
Lieutenant Cook, the commander of this mission, looked about the command deck of the subordinate craft. Even with the return to free fall everyone and everything was working smoothly. This was especially true with the Downtime American volunteers who made up part of the crew for the mission.
“Very good.” He said.
The Falcon, along with her sisters Harrier, Kite, Owl and Osprey, were the largest subordinate craft carried aboard the Eagle on the mission to Sol. As with th Eagle they had been fitted with the FTL Drive. And as with the Eagle the FTL Drive had been disconnected from the control and energy systems of the vessels. For this mission the drive had actually been dismantled and placed in storage to improve the mass fraction of the craft.
The image on the primary screen of the command deck was split with a virtually straight line between a field pf stars and a the night side upper atmosphere of the planet Jupiter. The flashes of lightning that could be seen from this orbit would put the electrical output of a Terrestrial hurricane to shame.
But their mission wasn’t to play tourist, the Falcon was here for fuel.
Although the Eagle was designed and constructed to use a quantum singularity as the primary power source, the auxiliary generators, as well as the primary powerplants of the auxiliary craft and surface installations were fusion reactors.
Fusion reactors used Deuterium and Helium-3 for fuel. While Deuterium could be found on Earth the sources for any reasonable quantity of Helium-3 were the large gas giants. In the history of the primary timeline Jupiter and Saturn were robotically mined for Helium-3. For the mission to Sol the necessary mining machines were duplicated and brought along to support the mission.
Lieutenant Cook switched on the intercom and spoke to the crew of the Falcon.
“This is the commander, we have arrived, let’s get to work.”
Back on Earth in her Arlington office Lieutenant Commander Keller was having another meeting with Colonel Short.
“Walt,” she said,” you asked why we have a fundamental contempt for the constabulary. There is an answer but you may not like it.”
Walter Short thought for a moment before responding.
“So?” He said. “If we are not willing to face an unpleasant truth we may as well be dead.”
Keller smiled. What Short just said to her was a verbatim statement straight from the historic record.
She replied.
“There is a long history of abuses that led up to The Reformation--I’ve included several works on the subject on this memory chip that you can read on your laptop...”
She handed him a memory chip encased in bright blue plastic.
“...but the major incident that touched off The Reformation was the Oakland Massacre. After the president elect was assassinated at the orders of President Null, he issued an additional command for the civilian police forces to use deadly force on any demonstrations in opposition to his continued rule.”
“That’s a war crime!” Said Colonel Short.
“Yes.” Keller replied. “It was.”
Keller entered a command into the her desktop workstation. The large video screen on a wall lit up with an image of the Oakland Police in action. The Oakland cops wore dark blue uniforms with body armor and carried military grade carbines.
Colonel Short spoke up.
“Those aren’t cops!” He said.
“Not by the current standards.” Commander Keller replied. “Up to the time of the Last Election both parties had pursued a policy of police militarization.”
“Why?”
“It was deemed expedient in the pursuit of other policies.”
Short shook his head in apparent disgust.
On the screen civilians were peacefully gathered. Some of them carried signs that simply said: “Resign!” Other demonstrators carried signs with something that Colonel Short recognized as the European road sign symbol forbidding an action over the number zero.
“No Zero?” He said.
“Yes.” Keller replied. “At that time President Null was also called The Big Zero.”
“Ouch.” Short replied.
The video then showed a man with a flak vest civilian attire leaning over to speak to the lead policeman. The Police Captain then spoke through a megaphone to command the demonstrators to disperse.
One of the demonstrators shouted back.
“We The People are the sovereign authority, we give the orders to you!”
The civilian in the flak vest appeared to be clearly outraged and apparently issued another order to the Police Captain.
The Police Captain then shouted orders to his men.
“Take aim and fire!”
Apparently the camera operator was hit in the initial volley. Then another person picked up the camera and ran away with it.
“And this was broadcast?” Said Colonel Short.
“Yes, on the Internet.” Commander Keller replied.
Short had read about the construction of the Internet. It was originally intended to be a system for military communication during a nuclear war based on the fiber optic lines and multiple dispersed nodes. The transfer of the Internet to civilian use and the further commercial expansion of it effectively ended the days of a centralized and controllable mass media.
Colonel Short whistled.
“And this led to the radical reforms of the police?”
“Yes.” Keller replied. “After The Reformation the civilian constabulary was demilitarized and largely disarmed. The doctrines originally put forth by Sir Robert Peel were adopted and policemen were recruited exclusively from veterans of the Federal Service.”
“And it worked? Even with serious criminals?”
“Well what you call serious criminals were put to death. That’s another reform, sir.”
And all Colonel Short could do at that point was nod.
Lieutenant Cook, the commander of this mission, looked about the command deck of the subordinate craft. Even with the return to free fall everyone and everything was working smoothly. This was especially true with the Downtime American volunteers who made up part of the crew for the mission.
“Very good.” He said.
The Falcon, along with her sisters Harrier, Kite, Owl and Osprey, were the largest subordinate craft carried aboard the Eagle on the mission to Sol. As with th Eagle they had been fitted with the FTL Drive. And as with the Eagle the FTL Drive had been disconnected from the control and energy systems of the vessels. For this mission the drive had actually been dismantled and placed in storage to improve the mass fraction of the craft.
The image on the primary screen of the command deck was split with a virtually straight line between a field pf stars and a the night side upper atmosphere of the planet Jupiter. The flashes of lightning that could be seen from this orbit would put the electrical output of a Terrestrial hurricane to shame.
But their mission wasn’t to play tourist, the Falcon was here for fuel.
Although the Eagle was designed and constructed to use a quantum singularity as the primary power source, the auxiliary generators, as well as the primary powerplants of the auxiliary craft and surface installations were fusion reactors.
Fusion reactors used Deuterium and Helium-3 for fuel. While Deuterium could be found on Earth the sources for any reasonable quantity of Helium-3 were the large gas giants. In the history of the primary timeline Jupiter and Saturn were robotically mined for Helium-3. For the mission to Sol the necessary mining machines were duplicated and brought along to support the mission.
Lieutenant Cook switched on the intercom and spoke to the crew of the Falcon.
“This is the commander, we have arrived, let’s get to work.”
Back on Earth in her Arlington office Lieutenant Commander Keller was having another meeting with Colonel Short.
“Walt,” she said,” you asked why we have a fundamental contempt for the constabulary. There is an answer but you may not like it.”
Walter Short thought for a moment before responding.
“So?” He said. “If we are not willing to face an unpleasant truth we may as well be dead.”
Keller smiled. What Short just said to her was a verbatim statement straight from the historic record.
She replied.
“There is a long history of abuses that led up to The Reformation--I’ve included several works on the subject on this memory chip that you can read on your laptop...”
She handed him a memory chip encased in bright blue plastic.
“...but the major incident that touched off The Reformation was the Oakland Massacre. After the president elect was assassinated at the orders of President Null, he issued an additional command for the civilian police forces to use deadly force on any demonstrations in opposition to his continued rule.”
“That’s a war crime!” Said Colonel Short.
“Yes.” Keller replied. “It was.”
Keller entered a command into the her desktop workstation. The large video screen on a wall lit up with an image of the Oakland Police in action. The Oakland cops wore dark blue uniforms with body armor and carried military grade carbines.
Colonel Short spoke up.
“Those aren’t cops!” He said.
“Not by the current standards.” Commander Keller replied. “Up to the time of the Last Election both parties had pursued a policy of police militarization.”
“Why?”
“It was deemed expedient in the pursuit of other policies.”
Short shook his head in apparent disgust.
On the screen civilians were peacefully gathered. Some of them carried signs that simply said: “Resign!” Other demonstrators carried signs with something that Colonel Short recognized as the European road sign symbol forbidding an action over the number zero.
“No Zero?” He said.
“Yes.” Keller replied. “At that time President Null was also called The Big Zero.”
“Ouch.” Short replied.
The video then showed a man with a flak vest civilian attire leaning over to speak to the lead policeman. The Police Captain then spoke through a megaphone to command the demonstrators to disperse.
One of the demonstrators shouted back.
“We The People are the sovereign authority, we give the orders to you!”
The civilian in the flak vest appeared to be clearly outraged and apparently issued another order to the Police Captain.
The Police Captain then shouted orders to his men.
“Take aim and fire!”
Apparently the camera operator was hit in the initial volley. Then another person picked up the camera and ran away with it.
“And this was broadcast?” Said Colonel Short.
“Yes, on the Internet.” Commander Keller replied.
Short had read about the construction of the Internet. It was originally intended to be a system for military communication during a nuclear war based on the fiber optic lines and multiple dispersed nodes. The transfer of the Internet to civilian use and the further commercial expansion of it effectively ended the days of a centralized and controllable mass media.
Colonel Short whistled.
“And this led to the radical reforms of the police?”
“Yes.” Keller replied. “After The Reformation the civilian constabulary was demilitarized and largely disarmed. The doctrines originally put forth by Sir Robert Peel were adopted and policemen were recruited exclusively from veterans of the Federal Service.”
“And it worked? Even with serious criminals?”
“Well what you call serious criminals were put to death. That’s another reform, sir.”
And all Colonel Short could do at that point was nod.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
A Poem
This was posted on the Traveller Mailing List by Jeffery Schwartz under the title Apologies To Papa Heinlein:
Like barb wire ties around me
tightening and cutting all my girth
are all the stupid laws
Of the nanny state of Earth.
The arching sky is calling
Spacemen to their trade.
ALL HANDS! STAND BY! FREE FALLING!
But the call is allowed to fade
A third or more of what I made
goes to EBT and things
that insure that I'll never fly
near Saturn's rainbow rings
We're denied each spinning space mote
As they steal all that's worth:
Taken from us the homes of men
and locked us to the Earth.
No longer ride the sons of Terra,
silent the thundering jet,
a shackled race of Earthmen,
whipped dogs, once the lone wolf's get.
We rot in the molds of Vegas,
We retch at New York's tainted breath.
Foul are her urban jungles,
Crawling with unclean death
My heart breaks in longing
As I stare at the voids between
To out along the spaceways
Until what my soul hears is seen
Across the seas of darkness
looking up from Earth's blight
wishing another Star was my homeland
Praying it shine down on me tonight.
Cursed with life in prison
since the moment of my birth
Damned to ever hear the lies
of the morons that rule the Earth
I pray for just one launching
On the globe that gave us birth
to escape to the fleecy skies
And from the cold dark streets of Earth.
Like barb wire ties around me
tightening and cutting all my girth
are all the stupid laws
Of the nanny state of Earth.
The arching sky is calling
Spacemen to their trade.
ALL HANDS! STAND BY! FREE FALLING!
But the call is allowed to fade
A third or more of what I made
goes to EBT and things
that insure that I'll never fly
near Saturn's rainbow rings
We're denied each spinning space mote
As they steal all that's worth:
Taken from us the homes of men
and locked us to the Earth.
No longer ride the sons of Terra,
silent the thundering jet,
a shackled race of Earthmen,
whipped dogs, once the lone wolf's get.
We rot in the molds of Vegas,
We retch at New York's tainted breath.
Foul are her urban jungles,
Crawling with unclean death
My heart breaks in longing
As I stare at the voids between
To out along the spaceways
Until what my soul hears is seen
Across the seas of darkness
looking up from Earth's blight
wishing another Star was my homeland
Praying it shine down on me tonight.
Cursed with life in prison
since the moment of my birth
Damned to ever hear the lies
of the morons that rule the Earth
I pray for just one launching
On the globe that gave us birth
to escape to the fleecy skies
And from the cold dark streets of Earth.
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