Mission Log Part 3

MISSION YEAR 2209


We have finally made contact with Santiago and her people.  Of course she began yammering about her ideology.  In her vision of society she has emphasized the buildup of military strength over everything else.

Yes, firepower is necessary for driving off the mindworms but it doesn’t grow food or extract minerals.  It doesn’t discover knowledge, and it certainly doesn’t have a positive impact on the overall quality of human life.

In my view she is clearly following the wrong path.

Santiago also wanted to exchange her current world map for the technology of synthetic fossil fuels. Is she serious?  Really serious?

Look. I’m as curious as the next guy about the geography of the planet.  But the technology she asked for allows the construction of missile weapons and may allow the revival of aviation on this planet.


The answer was simply no.

The result of our discussions is that we established diplomatic relations, but let’s look at the big picture.  Her people only have 3 bases and we have 11.  How pathetic is that?  And that is simply on material terms, we are moving forward in art and science.  They are still stuck on an idea of simply surviving.

It is not enough to simply survive, ultimately humanity as a species must thrive.

In other news we have established New Unity Base.  It is located south of Santiago’s Bunker 118 Base.

Seriously, what kind of name is Bunker 118?  Was it named for something?  I actually did a search on the term in our database and found literally nothing.


MISSION YEAR 2210


We just reinvented aviation, at least in theory.  You should have heard Santiago go on and on about the military value of air power.  This is clearly not a technology that we will ever give or trade to her.

There has been some questioning as to why we don’t go to war and wipe out the lot.

Why?

She is leaving us alone and we are also building the forces necessary to contain her if she does something stupid.  And it will take time to build the force necessary to defeat her if that were necessary.

And perhaps in she time she, or more likely her followers, will see that our approach to the problems of living on this planet are in fact correct and adopt them.

Until then we can play nice doggy with her.


MISSION YEAR 2211


A rover team found a scout chopper in a Unity pod.  So what?  What good could it do for us?  We ended up breaking it up for scrap to something useful.  In this case a missile rover.


MISSION YEAR 2213

Even though we have established diplomatic and trade relations with the Spartans there is no actual commerce between them and us.

Why?

Santiago, by establishing an essentially barracks society based on ancient Sparta on Earth has chosen an invalid model.  This was an unproductive social order that was historically shown to be a failure. 

Santiago is, unfortunately for her followers, a walking brain death case with plucked eyebrows.  She doesn’t understand that force only can function at the direction of the rational mind.


MISSION YEAR 2214


Another new base for us, named Tsiolkovski Institute.

MISSION YEAR 2215


The prototype aircraft has been tested and subsequently updated with a missile launcher system.

Some of the younger people, including Kat, are referring to the planet Chiron as simply Planet.


MISSION YEAR 2216


Something really weird happened.  The rover driven by Pro disappeared at one location and reappeared at another.  He described the event as effectively dropping through a dimensional gate.


MISSION YEAR 2219


We founded the Planetary Archives base.


MISSION YEAR 2220

We lost the transport foil to a sea swarm.

Founded Lab Point base and finished the Hab Complex at Primary Base.


MISSION YEAR 2221


Mind worm swarm appeared near Second Base.  Used the Missile armed aircraft to kill it.


MISSION YEAR 2222


A rover patrol met a Spartan foot patrol at out mutual border.  The Spartans have learned to make plasma steel armor.  Our other rover, driven by Pro, dropped through another dimensional gate.  He came out near what appears to be the souther tip of out continent.  He named it Cape Storm.


MISSION YEAR 2223


We started work on The Command Nexus project at Primary Base.


MISSION YEAR 2224


The missile armed flyer unit killed another sea swarm.

Pro drove his rover to investigate another Unity pod beacon.  The pod was apparently home to four mindworms swarms.  The unit subsequently went off the air.

Katerina was devastated.  Although we have other sons and daughters Pro was her first and favorite.  I haven’t seen her like this since her father died.

I don’t know what else to say.


MISSION YEAR 2236


We built the Academy Park base in the Western Jungle Zone.

MISSION YEAR 2229


The boffins have designed a cruiser hulled maritime unit.  We will begin construction of the prototype at Seventh Base next year.  We will also being construction on the Maritime Control Center project at Fourth Base as well.


MISSION YEAR 2231


Multiple mindworm swarms have attacked Planetary Archives.  All were destroyed.


MISSION YEAR 2232


The Spartans have built their 4th functional base, Defiance Freehold,  just east of Bunker 118.  (Seriously, they really do need to rename that base.)

MISSION YEAR 2233


Another mindworm swarm hit Planetary Archives.


MISSION YEAR 2236


South Park (Those bastards) along with Third Base and Ayn Rand College have launched transport hydrofoils.  It’s not only the Unity pods that we are searching for.  We’re seeking answer to an important question.  Where are the other survivors?  Our records show that 7 of the 8 landing pods successfully separated from the Unity.  Where are the other surviving human communities?


MISSION YEAR 2237


Built New World Lab base.  Katerina had suggested Mir Lab as a name.  Overruling her may have been a mistake.


MISSION YEAR 2238

Built Pavlov Biolab base.  Again the name was Katerina’s suggestion.  When I accepted it this time she made the first real smile in the years since Pro died.


MISSION YEAR 2240


Built Relativity School base.


MISSION YEAR 2241


We finished the Command Nexus project.  This is expected to improve the training and field performance of military units.

For a bunch of rabid (I had to explain that concept) militarists the Spartans are certainly being left behind.

A foil brought in an alien artifact to Planetary Archives.

Another foil found a human community.  Unfortunately they are being led by the former psychologist-chaplain of the Unity, Miriam Godwinson. She has adopted the titles of Sister and Voice of the Believers. 

She started the electronic meeting by mentioning her “virtually invincible” impact gun equipped infantry units.  And then after issuing the implied threat she declares that our republic is in violation of some BS (I also had to explain that concept) doctrine called the Conclave Oral Law and demanded that we pay a fine.  In effect she made up some BS to rule her subjects and now she’s using it as an excuse to demand a blackmail payment.  Of course I refused to comply.

She then declares that she, “will derive great pleasure from having me executed.”

BS!  Godwinson is clearly nothing more than a predatory animal who has fully renounced reason.  The only thing that can be done is to kill her, and that will not be a source of pleasure for anyone.

We will need more information about her faction and the area they settled in before we can take action against her.  In the meantime we are beginning to build up air and ground forces.


MISSION YEAR 2242

We have commissioned a probe team.  This is clearly not a nice thing to do.  The team should be able to infiltrate the Believer information network and extract useable data.

Also we are starting to have issues with pollution.  As this would have an actual effect on human life we will maintain a watch on the issue.


MISSION YEAR 2243


A base we named Hope Base founded.  At this point we have 18 bases to Santiago’s 4, why does she bother to continue?


MISSION YEAR 2244

We have finished the Maritime Control Center project at Fourth Base.  The movement performance of our units at sea has clearly improved.


MISSION YEAR  2245


We lost a another transport foil to a sea swarm.


MISSION YEAR 2246


The air forces are proving to be very effective at destroying mindworm swarms.


MISSION YEAR 2250


The probe team has infiltrated the Believer network and returned.  In addition to being at war with us Godwinson has apparently picked fights with two other factions, led by Deirdre Skye and Nwabudike Morgan respectively.  Skye was in charge of life support on the Unity and Morgan financed the mission and thus bought his own ticket. 

Godwinson appears to be at peace with another faction led by a South Asian U.N. bureaucrat named Lal.

I’ll reserve judgement on the others until I have more information.


MISSION YEAR 2253


Back at home the boffins have developed silksteel.  A substance as strong as spider silk from Earth.  They believe this will be the basis of a more effective form of armor.

We have also built Cosmograd base and the Spartans have built Blast Rifle Crag.


MISSION YEAR 2257


Built Library of Planet base.


MISSION YEAR 2258


We have contacted the faction under the command of Yang, the former Executive Officer of the Unity.  He now calls himself the Chairman of The Hive.  (Does he rape little girls like Chairman Mao did back on Earth?)  He is clearly on a power trip as was his norm on the Unity.  We should have spaced him back on the Unity.  Who knows?  Perhaps we would have been better off as a result.

Being the thug that he is Yang just had to open the virtual meeting by mentioning his impact squads.  We don’t even use that weapons system anymore.  Then he made an extortion demand.  It was when I refused to comply that he finally calmed down and made a proper deal for diplomatic and trade relations.

Given that Godwinson is physically closer and is currently in active conflict with us, dealing with her has the higher priority.  For now we are in the Nice Doggie mode with respect to Yang.

At Primary Base we accelerated work on the Supercollider project.

And then we held a policy meeting on our war with the Believers.  For some reason the AV records of the meeting were lost and the transcript of the minutes have somehow become unreadable.
 

MISSION YEAR 2259

We founded Climatic Research base.  There was a Spartan unit within the new boundary.  When we contacted Santiago to get them to withdraw she briefly threatened us with the mention of a new missile artillery unit.  When she failed to intimidate us she withdrew her unit.

Nice Doggy.


MISSION YEAR 2262

Another alien artifact was brought into Planetary Archives.

The signals section is saying that Morgan has been eliminated by The Believers.


MISSION YEAR 2264


With a bit of extra effort the Citizens Defense Force project has been completed.  We are now better able to defend our bases with fewer military resources.

Science Center base has been established.

We taken Belly Of The Whale base from The Believers.  We will use this as a forward operations base for aviation units. 


MISSION YEAR 2265


A rover team landed from a transport foil to investigate a Unity pod on the shoreline.  This triggered a massive earthquake and destroyed the foil.  The rover appears to be on a small continent or a major island.  They will continue to explore.


MISSION YEAR 2267


The Exploration and Defense Forces have published a new doctrine on police operations.  This should help us on the drone riot problem.


MISSION LOG PART 4

Mission Log Part 4

MISSION YEAR 2269


The Believers have established an ocean base just off our shores. 

MISSION YEAR 2270


Post Grace, the Believer base offshore has been destroyed.


MISSION YEAR 2271


We lost the rover team on the large island to mindworm swarms. 

The signals section also reports that the faction under Skye is off the air.


MISSION YEAR  2273


Founded Discovery Base.  The governing team sent a video of themselves singing “Daisy.”  I had to explain the reference.


MISSION YEAR 2278


With massive support from the air forces our ground units have taken Time Of Salvation from The Believers.  We have renamed it Freedom Time.


MISSION YEAR 2280


We have taken The Voice Of God and renamed it The Voice Of Reason.


MISSION YEAR 2282


We have completed the Hunter-Seeker Algorithm project.  Our networks are now secure and we are effectively immune to probe team actions.

We founded New Panama Base at a very narrow part of the Southern Peninsula.  This base effectively acts as a canal for sea units.

Why?  How?

The Spartans have built a new base called Training Camp.

So what?


MISSION YEAR 2285


We’ve taken Divinity Base from The Believers.  Have renamed it Insanity Base.


MISSION YEAR 2288


We have captured a Believer base called The Rapture.  We have renamed it The Rupture.

Godwinson now wants to talk to us.  Why?

We have also taken Godwinson’s Hope base.  She again attempts communication with us.  Out of curiosity I open the channel.

“Were you aware that my mortal enemy Chairman Yang of The Hive, spends his most of his time torturing the wretched fools who chose to follow him?  Let us join forces an end to his brutal nihilism!”

I respond.

“Right, let’s totally ignore your own lust for power that you have covered as acts of faith.  Yes, we will eventually deal with Yang.  But we will not leave a mortal enemy in our rear.”

This statement apparently went past her with no effect.  She then demands 525 energy credits to forgive my alleged past offenses.

For Godwinson the simple act of rational thought is an offense.  The refusal to submit to what is in fact her will is also an offense.

The answer to her demands is no.

Then she demands a “blood truce” to stop the fighting.

“No Godwinson, I will accept nothing less than a complete surrender.”


MISSION YEAR 2290


We changed the name of Godwinson’s Hope to No Hope.

We’ve also initiated communications with Lal.  He calls his faction the United Nations.

As if we’re supposed to be impressed.

He is also posturing as if he were in charge of all human communities on this planet.  To this end he promised to enter into a Pact of Brotherhood for beginning combat operations against Yang and The Hive.


Oh really?

Is this so-called Pact of Brotherhood actually worth sacrificing the lives of our combat operators?

Hell no.

Yes, Yang and The Hive is a problem but we are not simply not ready to deal with him yet.

Lal then mentions his impact squads.  Why am I not surprised? After all he is a South Asian bureaucrat which back on Earth was a step short of being a proper socialist thug.

He then demands that we hand over the technology for Orbital Spaceflight.  As this has military uses I had to refuse.

Deal with it, Lal.


MISSION YEAR 2291


Had another chat with Lal.  Again he promised to swear a Pact of Brotherhood if we attacked Yang and The Hive.

Desperate are we, Lal?

He then tried to BS me to give him the Orbital Spaceflight technology.  If that wasn’t enough he asked for a loan of energy credits.

What are we, a bank?  Hell no.


MISSION YEAR 2292


We have regained the technology of Fusion Power.

And our fight to take New Jerusalem base is beginning to resemble the Battle of Stalingrad.  Godwinson is highly dependent on the use of infantry units.  But we are massacring them as fast as we can.

The Believers also had a Unity scout chopper they threw into action.  We killed it but not before some losses.

War sucks.

After we seized the base we renamed it Lake Emerson Palmer after the old Earth musician group Emerson, Lake and Palmer.  (I had to explain the reference on this.)


MISSION YEAR 2294


We took the Valley Of The Faithful and renamed it the Valley Of The Dolls.


MISSION YEAR 2295


We took Terrible Swift Sword base and renamed it Kalashnikov.


MISSION YEAR 2296


We launched our first satellite.  We can now see the entire planet.  And we have located all opposition bases.

The boffins have worked out the technology for building mag tube transportation systems.


MISSION YEAR 2297

We have liberated Song Of Planet base.  There are still people there who remember what it was like to live in freedom.  To think and speak without having to be on the watch for Believer chaplains, who were the practical equivalent of Soviet commissars.

In reality salvation is slavery.

MISSION YEAR 2298


We liberated Last Rose Of Summer.  The people cheered as we ejected the Believer clergy out the airlocks.  We also liberated Autumn Grove.  We are finding it very easy to raise local security units from liberated populations.


MISSION YEAR 2299


Destroyed Redemption Base.  It was apparently too small to survive combat operations.  No survivors.

Liberated Gaia’s Landing.  The original base structure was beautiful.  The modification made by The Believers were abominations.


MISSION YEAR 2300


We rushed work on the Fusion Lab at Primary Base to completion and started work on the Theory Of Everything project.  Godwinson apparently had to rant about it but I cut her off.

What is the value of a noise source that is solely concerned about literally nothing?


MISSION YEAR 2301


We finished the Xenoempathy Dome.  As a result we are now making real progress on dealing with the native life forms. (Perhaps someone should explain that to me?)

We built Baikonur base just north of Cape Storm.

We overran Memory Of Earth, there were no survivors.  And destroyed The Lord’s Gift with no survivors.

MISSION YEAR 2302


Chairman Yang called and he wants us to attack Lal.

Out of the question.

He then demands that we have over the files on Orbital Spaceflight technology.

Well yes, we are in violation of the United Nations charter for the Unity mission by not sharing technology with him.  But there’s no way in Hell that I’m going to give any aid or comfort to that power tripping predator.

And then after the refusal to turn over the tech he calls me arrogant.  No. I’m just doing my job.

Then Godwinson sends a message.  She wants to talk peace.

No.

We overran two more Believer bases with no survivors.  We are now using air units in clear out Believer units in our rear areas.

We seized He Walked On Water.  It’s amazing what these idiots will believe in.

We finally liberated Greenhouse Gate.  During this operation we discovered as a result of building the Xenoempathy Dome that xenofungus areas no longer act as barriers to ground movement but instead function as roads.


MISSION YEAR 2304


We have completed the Neural Amplifier project.  This psychic stuff gives me the creeps.

We also liberated the Morgan Industries base.  As originally built the structures emphasized creature comforts over other functions.  And Morgan insisted on being extremely flashy in decorating the facility.  In short the base as built was seriously pimped out.  The Believers in taking over the base engaged in the old Terrestrial Protestant practice of slighting the facility.

Alice then wrote a dissent from my description of slighting.  She says that it was the practice of the Commonwealth government after the English Civil War of destroying the useful defensive features of castles or the complete demolition thereof.  Upon further examination of the relevant data on file I now have to agree with her.       


Still, what the Believers did to Morgan’s main base was clearly nihilistic and ugly.


MISSION YEAR 2305


The signals section has reported that Yang has engaged in combat operations against Lal and appears to be prevailing.

The Lord’s Truth base was overrun with no survivors.

Lal opened communications again.  Now he wants me us to go to war against The Spartans.  He’s apparently being stomped on by Yang but is now picking a fight with Santiago.  Why?

Of course Lal just had to mention his impact gun equipped infantry again.  And then there’s this:

“My brilliant President, it has become customary for a minor faction leader such as yourself to remit me a small, ah, let us say “contribution” to compensate me for the services my forces provide...”

Before he finished I said no.  As a result of refusing his blackmail demand he has declared war on us.  I had planned to take on Yang after we had finished with Godwinson.  But Lal has jumped up to the head of the line.

Lal apparently had the fantasy of being THE planetary leader.  In fact he was never more than a standard issue U.N. Bureaucrat, completely corrupt and absolutely useless.  He has never exercised any real authority on this planet.  But now as a result of his actions he has bought himself a date with the executioner.

Let’s get this absolutely clear, the Republic of Chiron is not a minor faction.  We are the dominant human community on this world.  This fact may explain why an aggressive bastard like Yang has behaved like the proverbial nice doggy with respect to us. 

As to Lal’s claim to being the planetary government?  It is pure nonsense.  Everyone has gone to war at their own convenience and for their own benefit.  Where was the so-called United Nations planetary government and their “peacekeeping forces” when Skye and Morgan were dropped into the recycling tanks?



MISSION YEAR 2309


Blasted the sea base Water To Wine to scrap.  No survivors, including Godwinson.  The Believer faction is no more.

We are now focused on operations against Lal.


MISSION YEAR 2310


Drone riots in South Park.  Those bastards!


MISSION YEAR 2311


We have noticed a Spartan troop build up near Climatic Research.  Even though Santiago voted for me in the last election for the so-called planetary leader I will continue to keep a watch on her.

We have built North Point base across the bay from Sparta Command.  I named it after a song I once heard back on Earth.  Kat looked at me funny when I mentioned that.  She looked up the reference.  North Point was written by Mike Oldfield and is about a visit to a prison.



MISSION YEAR 2312


We have infiltrated the U.N. data network.  Apparently Lal is at war with everyone, including The Spartans.  Even though he has no means to project power off of his continent he insists on fighting everyone.  And the Spartans are basically minding their own business and haven’t said a word about the war with Lal to us.

Clearly Lal is insane.


MISSION YEAR 2314


The signals section reports that Yang lost a base to Lal.  Darned sloppy of him

We just literally landed troops on top of the U.N. Headquarters base.  We also seized U.N. Planetary Trust.  Bloody Hell!  There are no end of to the number of drones there!

Yang has also planted a sea base just off of our west coast.  It appears that he’s preparing for war.


MISSION YEAR 2315


We seized U.N. Temple Of Sol.  Lal wanted to talk before we did so.  No, this lunatic (I had the again explain this term) has to be put down.


MISSION YEAR 2316


U.N. High Commission base has been lost to The Hive.

We seized U.N. Information Agency.  Lal wants to talk again.

Lal wants peace on his terms.  He wants us to attack the Spartans because they are bent on taking over the planet.  (And pay no attention to what Lal is doing.)  And, of course, he again boasts about his actually pathetic army.  Our front line units of the EDC are using Chaos Guns and the Tachyon Laser has just entered production.  What an idiot!


MISSION LOG PART 5

Mission Log Part 5

MISSION YEAR 2317


This was a busy year for us.

During our forensic examination of The Believers as a faction someone read from the collected sermons of Godwinson:

“The Morgans fear what may not be purchased, for a trader cannot comprehend a thing that is priceless.”

Oh really?  For something to have an actual value it must actually exist.  All that Godwinson ever offered to anyone was literally nothing.

We seized U.N. Equality Village.  This effectively separates Lal’s remaining bases from Yang.  How Yang responds to this would remained to be seen.

Yang then opened a channel to us. 

First he repeats his demand for the files on Orbital Spaceflight.  I again refused.  I then requested that he remove the units he was going to use to seize U.N. Equality Village from Lal.  He blows up and declares war on us.

It’s about bloody time.  We’ve been putting off solving The Hive problem to solve other problems.

Again, Lal wanted to open talks.  No Lal, We’re still not talking to you.

We then seized U.N. Planning Authority and U.N. Commerce Committee. 

Of course the U.N. has to run commerce through a committee.  One wonders how they deal with sex?

We wrecked the sea base Deep Community with no survivors.  As a result Yang declares on the air that he is looking forward to having me executed.

Fat chance.

Finally we seized U.N. Aid Agency and U.N. Great Refuge.  Lal and his so-called United Nations is no longer a problem.

Good riddance.


MISSION YEAR 2319


We were nice to Santiago, we bought a map of Yang’s dominion from her even though we already had the data.  This allowed us to conceal the fact that have already mapped the planet from space and was a continuation of our Nice Doggy policy.

Nice doggy, Santiago.


We seized U.N. Education Agency from Yang.

We had a meeting after the advance team returned from that base.  It took some gentle prodding to start the conversation as they were all in a high level state of shock. Even the military members of the team were prone to silence.

“It was bad,” said Alice, “very bad.”

Commandant George Strong of the EDC only had one word initially: “Auschwitz.”

It appears that Yang runs his bases as if they were concentration camps from the 20th Century back on Earth.

In material terms the basic civilian comfort level has been eliminated as unnecessary.  The common mess hall still served the flavorless glop from the landing period.  There is no provision for higher comfort level quarters for talents and management.  The security units are squashed into barracks that we would regard as unfit for trainees.  And ordinary workers are crushed into very basic barracks with absolutely no provision for privacy.

In the wreckage a base facility was found that was called the punishment sphere.  It included a mechanism for stapling the nerves of the victims.  In effect it performs an instant lobotomy.  A significant number of people in the base who would normally be drones clearly have scars from nerve stapling.

“It’s as they were simply animals.”  Said Alice.

One of our combat operators asked an administrator why?  His answer was, “there is no why.”

But in reality there always is a why.  It is through the gathering, examination and integration of the facts that we can reach an understanding and thus see the big picture.

The Hive as a whole is simply the manifestation of the will of Chairman Yang,  No other person matters.  To Yang everything and everyone exists only to serve him. The conscious mind and thus the knowledge and goals of the individual are irrelevant to him. 

In The Hive every effort is made to suppress the independent function of the conscious mind.  In practical effect the inhabitants of The Hive are reduced to mere animals. 

Why is this?

The idea that any one person has a right to a thought or a thing is irrelevant to him.  A right is a concept that defines and morally sanctions the freedom of individual action in a society.  A right has the effect of directing and restraining the actions of the state and thus of the leader. 

For Yang to restrain himself and follow the directions of others was an unbearable affront to him.  In practical effect Yang was a predatory animal, for him to function as such he must in turn reduce those under his control to mere animals as well.

We found that there is no culture in The Hive.  All media -- visual, literature and music -- exists only to extol the rule of Yang and to promote the worship of and to obedience to him.  All day -- every day -- The Hive is drowned in the readings of the sayings of Chairman Yang.   In practical effect no functional conscious mind is allowed to exist.  To the extent that anyone lives at all it is virtually on autopilot.

Here’s an example of the noise generated by Yang:

“Learn to overcome demands of flesh and bone, for they warp the matrix trough which we perceive the world.  Extend your awareness outward, beyond the self of body, to embrace the self of group and the self of humanity.  The goals of the group and the geater race are transcendent, and to embrace them is to achieve enlightenment,”

In short reality is unreal. 

This is absolute nonsense.  He has declared that the path to the truth is to ignore the truth.  You are to reject the reality of reality and submit to what is in fact his own fantasies. 

And the way to overcome your suffering in this life is ignore the fact that Yang is the source of that suffering.

The fact that there are other people with active functional minds outside of The Hive is a complete surprise to the inhabitants.  All records of an independent human history, including that of China from which Yang originated, have been erased from existence.  Even the physical storage media that held that information in the captured U.N. base have been removed and destroyed.

There has been criticism of my policy toward Yang and The Hive.  This is right and proper in an actual human society.  The ideology of The Hive was never a secret to us and it was obvious through open examination of the known effects of those doctrines that we have a clear picture of the conditions within The Hive.

So why haven’t we acted on this knowledge before?

We are subject to limits.  The material aspect of our being is subject to material limits.  Even under the best of conditions we must establish priorities in the goals that we pursue.

Furthermore we as political authorities must solve the most dangerous problems first.  This is true for all sides, while it was clear that Yang had treated us in the “nice doggy” mode, this was due to the limitation of his resources.  Including the ability to project power.  Once we were physically on his continent and within his reach he immediately went into the predator mode.  In due course we shall deal with him as a predator.

Another criticism is that we have acted as if we were a mindless stream of water.  That by following the policies of “Nice Doggy” and “One War At A Time” in dealing with our opponents we have followed the path of least resistance instead of determining a course of action and forcing our way on to it without regard to cost.

So are we supposed to do everything the hard way?

Again, our resources are limited, and some of those resources are the people we send into combat.  Soldiers do die in battle.  I am not Yang, I will not and cannot treat our people as if they were a mere material resource.  They clearly are not tools to used and disposed of when they wear out.

As the political leadership of our nation I am under the obligation to identify and pursue our national objectives at the least cost in lives.

There is simply no other way to do this.

Final question: If we are stomping out the oppressors each in turn why don’t we remove the obvious militarists such as The Spartans?


Simply because they have left us alone.  They are certainly aware of our military strength and would reasonably not want to engage it.  Or they could as survivalists simply want to left alone.

Which is good enough for me.

We continued combat operations by taking Sea Collective intact.


MISSION YEAR 2321


The Hive is doing a major buildup of forces east of Education Agency.  We may be facing as possible Stalingrad.

We also seized Hole Of Aspiration.  Who names these bases?

On examination of further data it appears that grabbing Hole Of Aspiration right away may have been a mistake.


MISSION YEAR 2322


We finished The Theory Of Everything project at Primary Base. This will have a positive effect on out research efforts.

We also massacred Yang’s buildup outside The Hole.


MISSION YEAR 2325

We have begun combat operations out of The Hole.  We seized fellowship City, Socialism Tunnels and Great Collective. 

It appears that Yang has in fact lost a large chunk of his army.

We then took Paradise Swarming and Huddling Of The People.


MISSION YEAR 2327


We’ve taken Seat Of Proper Thought and Laborer’s Throng.  We have also hacked into The Hive data network.



MISSION YEAR 2328


Yang offered a very pathetic bribe for us to stop stomping on him.  He apparently does not understand that energy credits are simply a means to pursue self interest and that it is our general interest as Human Beings to remove him from existence.

There was a drone riot at Pavlov Biolab.  I really should pay more attention to our internal issues.


MISSION YEAR 2329


We overran Deep Passages, no survivors.  We also seized The Leader’s Horde.


MISSION YEAR 2330


We’ve completed The Living Refinery.  This project uses genetically engineered microbes to extract minerals.  Why didn’t we do this on Earth?

We seized Manufacturing Warrens and also seized Yang’s headquarters base, The Hive itself.

Santiago then staged an election for the post of “Planetary Governor” with the apparent intent of taking it herself.
I won the election, as if it made any difference.


MISSION YEAR 2331


We’ve finished two major projects, The Longevity Vaccine and The Efficient Virtues.

The benefit of The Longevity Vaccine is obvious.  A wider availability of life extension at lower cost.  The Efficient Virtues is a different story.

As originally proposed it was a bad idea and I had to reject it.  Of course the boffin who drew up the proposal wanted to speak to me.

“Sarah,” I said, “this is a social engineering project.  In the history of Earth the practice of social engineering almost always led to a disaster.”

I could swear that she was just staring at me. I continued.

“And I have serious doubts that you actually understand the concept of ascetics.  In Terran history the various doctrines of ascetics would actually ignore the nature of human life.  When put into practice they would result in suffering for the practitioners.  In actual effect asceticism was in practical effect a form of moral nihilism. If we were to actually adopt asceticism we would have to give up our fight with Yang and surrender.”

She was stunned.

“Sir?”  She said. “I was thinking in terms of efficiency.”

“Sarah,” I replied, “efficiency is simply making more with less.  And that’s is actually a benefit to us.  Why don’t you think more of what it takes to be efficient.  Redraw your proposal, and I’ll look at it again.  Okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

So that’s how we got The Efficient Virtues.

Later in that year we took Yang’s last base, Communal Nexus.  He has been downloaded and disposed of.
In the end there were only the Spartans remaining. To resolve this we held a vote. 

Our argument to them was essentially this: “You have without question survived, but have only survived, we have thrived.  We are living full spectrum Human lives, come and join us.”

It worked.

Now we all look to the future.

Today

On a whim I decided to go out to eat.   There is a drive in restaurant associated with the Frostop brand of root beer in Taylor's Falls, Minnesota.  I drove out there.  Upon arrival I found the manager and other people doing exterior maintenance on the place.  He told me that he didn't expect to be open as a result of the weather, which is still a bit cold and overcast today.  As it is an outdoor establishment and a tourist attraction I do understand. 

Upon returning home and making lunch I took an afternoon nap.  During this I had a dream where I attended a political event at the Minnesota state capitol building ( Tea Party, of course) and somehow lost my pants.  Given that I carry my car and apartment keys as well as my wallet with identification, debit and building access cards this would be a disaster for me.

Seen This?

A shop class film that would never be shown in a present day industrial shop class in a public school.

Building the AK-47 magazine.

Damn.  For some reason I have to use a normal link to the video.

A Suggestion

The head of the Islamic terrorist group Boko Haram has stated that he intends to sell the school girls his gang had kidnapped into slavery.  My suggestion is that anyone found in possession of any of the victims should be put to death without exception.

No, it's not murder.  It's putting down a bunch of predatory animals.

What are your questions on this block of instruction?

Game On!

I'm now running another session of Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri.  This time from the beginning I am keeping a running log of the events in the session as well as a commentary from the perspective of the the faction leader.  In this session in the place of the University I am playing President John Rand of the Republic of Planet.

So far my handwritten notes have taken up 22 pages, that should be about 4000 words.  I plan on transcribing the lot and posting it here.

Game Over

From the running commentary I kept on my most recent session of ALPHA CENTAURI:

Mission Year 2289

We are barely holding on outside new Jerusalem.  Miriam is throwing everything she has at our troops on the ground.  And the solar storms are playing hell with communications between factions.

Mission Year 2290

We had drone riots at New Unity Base.  Not being the late Chairman Yang we didn’t have the lot of them nerve stapled.  Meanwhile we are making progress on cleaning up the mess that Yang left behind.

Finally, after several air raids we got the sensor tower outside New Jerusalem.  WOW!  She’s still at it.  Miriam is now babbling about the holy void of outer space.  The only void around here is the one in her head.

Mission Year 2291

We just developed the Plasma Shard weapons technology, this may turn the tide on Miriam.  We also started work on an orbital power station.

Mission Year 2291

We had another drone riot, this one at Planetary Archives. We bribed and sweet talked this lot to calm down.

Mission Year 2294

Question of the day: Can you imagine that idiot Morgan incorporating the Aesthetic Virtues into his society?

Mission Year 2295

Finally!  After a battle long than Stalingrad we finally seized new Jerusalem.  We renamed it Lake Emerson Palmer after the band Emerson, Lake and Palmer.  We also seized the Lord’s Wrath.  As if that would have scared us.

Mission Year 2300

I clearly have the impression that we have massacred most of the Believer ground forces.  This basically leaves the base garrisons to be dealt with.

Mission Year 2301

The solar storms are over.  Miriam wanted an end of hostilities.  She starts off by threatening to use her recently developed Gatling Laser technology.  We had the opportunity to develop a version of this system a century ago but didn’t bother. 

No, the Believers in the falsehoods of Miriam will continue to die for her lies.

We later took Divinity Base, the last of her original bases on land.  Now she only has the bases she seized from Lal to hold up in.

Mission Year 2302

The Believers just gave up the old U.N. Headquarters base without a fight.  Why?

Miriam is still threatening to obliterate us to the last man.  Perhaps she really believes the BS.  (I had to explain the concept of BS to my assistants as we didn’t bring beef cattle with us to Planet.)

Mission Year 2307

Miriam is down to her one base on water. 

No, Jesus never walked on the water, and it was clear that he never actually lived.

Mission Year 2308

It’s over.  Miriam has been captured, interrogated, and recycled.

A Game In Progress

During my present writers block I am playing Alpha Centauri.  I finally decided to write a diary of the game so far:

President’s Log:

What the hell was wrong with Morgan?

Seriously, he kept sending in probe teams as if it wasn’t a hostile act.  And I get a reputation of being ruthless as a result of having to go to war with him.  Whereas Santiago was a mere thug.  All I had to do was to make two discounted blackmail payments before we were ready to stomp her out of existence.  But Morgan?  He was a typical African kleptocrat who bought his way onto the Unity.  He was an otherwise complete waste of mass and energy.  We had no choice but to get rid of him.

As to Yang and Miriam?  They are both behaving themselves so far.  Perhaps a ruthless reputation is a defensive value.

Then there is Lal.  We haven’t contacted him yet.  If he’s being a typical UN bureaucrat I would expect him to be a pain in the ass.

And finally there is Diedre, she appears to be the only real friend we have on Planet so far.  But for how long?

-- President Leslie Bates, United State of Planet, Mission Year 2249.

Yes, I'm bored.

Update 5/3 0840 CDT:

President’s Diary:

Mission Year 2250

We finally contacted Lal.  He immediately demanded that we go to war with Miriam and the Believers. While Miriam is a pain in the ass and will have to be put down at some point we will not begin combat operations against her until we are ready.  And certainly not because a puffed up U.N. bureaucrat demands it.

Now that everyone is in contact we held an election for planetary leader.

Why?  It’s not as if the position actually meant something.  Does it really make a difference?

But now that Santiago has been recycled (grin) we had the time to read some of her propaganda.  Some of it would actually be funny if it weren’t for the seriousness of our situation on Planet.

“Men have killed men from the beginning of time, why should the future be any different?”

Let’s see, because robbery and murder is the behavior of subhuman predatory animals and we as humans want to be better?  Predatory action was morally intolerable back on Earth and here it simply cannot be allowed under any circumstances.  Surviving on Planet is difficult enough without having to deal with evolutionary rejects like Santiago.

Mission Year 2262

Swore pact of brotherhood with Diedre.  Declared war on Yang.  Let’s face it Yang has to go.

Mission Year 2272

That bitch finally did it!  Miriam declared war on me because I wouldn’t join her war on Lal.  I’m not about to behave like a subhuman predator animal because a witch doctor in a skirt demands it.  Lal may be a useless U.N. bureaucrat but he was never the waste of mass and energy that Miriam was.

That’s right I said “was.”  Miriam just bought herself a death sentence.

Mission Year 2275

Lal’s gone.  I can’t believe that I miss him.  That bitch Miriam still has to go.

Mission Year 2281

We have taken The Hive, Yang’s home base.  What a mess!  Yang essentially ran the place as if it were an old school Nazi death camp.  Without the showers and ovens that is.  He just sent dissenters straight to the recycling tanks without bothering to properly killing them first. Most of the base was dug in  underground.  Yang, of course, had the only decent quarters in the base.  Middle management were in basic worker conditions.  The security forces were in military training grade barracks.  And the workers were stacked in barracks straight out of Auschwitz. 

Morgan basically bribed his followers by giving them luxury quarters across the board.  What does Yang tell his slaves how to deal with the subhuman conditions he stuck them in?  Pretend that  it’s not real.  Damned good thing we are building better quarters for everyone above ground. 

Mission Year 2282

We’ve taken the first base from the Believers.  Miriam pompously named it From On High.  We’ve renamed it Fire On High. After the 1970's instrumental rock piece.  That should seriously twist her garters.  (I’ve been reminded that garters are considered a naughty undergarment and that Miriam likely wouldn’t be caught dead wearing them.)

Mission Year 2288

We’ve finally got Yang. 

Meanwhile Miriam is being a real bitch, she’s making a very serious effort to hold on to New Jerusalem.  We’ll need reinforcements on her continent real soon.   

I Almost Forgot

Today is Mass Murder Day.  Today the slavers and mass murderers of the world who fly the blood stained banner of Communism celebrate their efforts to inflict harm upon Humanity.

On top of this Mark Urbin told me that this is his most visited page Tumblr page:

A day without Socialism is like a day without starvation, slavery, and murder.

--Leslie Bates

Of course that was before illness caused brain damage.

Update 1220 CDT:

Russians continue to storm government buildings in the Ukraine.  And the first May day parade has been held in Red Square since 1991.

Can we nuke Russia now?

Fantasy Land

I just posted the following piece on an Objectivist mailing list:

Let’s take a moment to peek into an alternate universe according to Hunter at The Daily Kos:

Wayne LaPierre and Sarah Palin at the National Rifle Association is what an American Nazi Party rally would sound like if Germany had won the war. The flag, the cross, the obsession over the danger posed to the ruling class by violent minorities and the warning that arming yourself to the teeth in order to prevent the demise of the very nation at the hands of those violent minorities, the petty mocking of the rule of law and mocking of the quaint sensibilities of those who would not commit crimes against the nation's enemies. There's nothing Godwin about it, this is what it would look like. Does look like, in certain meeting halls and convention centers.

How do any of these people manage to get out of bed in the afternoon without killing themselves?  And does this apparent moron has the slightest clue as to what National Socialism was or how it would materially manifest in Nazi America?  A quick answer to the second question would be to tell the apparent moron to get a bath and a haircut, put on a uniform designed by Hugo Boss, and look in a mirror.

As described by Leonard Peikoff in The Ominous Parallels the vision of the American Left is essentially National Socialism without the Aryan frills.  Of course in the socialist mentality ignorance is a fundamental strength.  When I attended the NRA convention held in Minneapolis two decades ago an ignorant girl-child in riding in a passing car screamed the word “Murderer” at me.  As I was in normal street clothes two blocks from the Convention Center the clearly ignorant child could not have reached a valid identification on sight alone.

Is readership of The Daily Kos paying attention at all?  To read the hit piece I had to pass a pop-up calling for the silencing of the Libertarian Koch Brothers.  Here only the self-appointed Ministry of Truth is allowed to speak.

The Myth Of Gay Rights

What is a right?

In Objectivism a right is a moral principle that defines and sanctions an individual’s freedom of action in a social context.  There’s only one basic right, a person’s right to their own life.[1]

So what is a Gay Right?

The so-called Gay Right is a political privilege, a law enacted for the private benefit of homosexuals, which negates the freedom of non-homosexuals.  In most of the cases on record it’s the freedom to not associate with homosexuals.

Why disassociate from homosexuals?

In the cases that have come up for judicial action individuals are being punished for complying with the Christian moral code.  In Christianity homosexuality is identified as a sin and as a result they are to be shunned.  In reality the act of shunning a homosexual does not violate his real rights because in a free society all personal interactions are voluntary.

In a case that came up for judicial action a homosexual couple entering into a pretend marriage sought to buy a wedding cake for their ceremony.  When they were refused on Christian moral grounds they sued the baker for the act of discrimination.  Instead of choosing a different baker to voluntarily provide the cake as is proper in a free society they chose to reject the principle of freedom and to judicially inflict their will upon the baker.[2]

Are there grounds to disassociate from homosexuals and thus a rational basis to do so?

In reality homosexuality is a mental dysfunction.  The homosexual act runs counter to the normal biological functions of human life.  And homosexuals have been disruptive to the normal interactions in civil and military groups. [3]  

Given that there are both religious and rational grounds for disassociating from homosexuals it’s no surprise that the adherents of tyranny, those that seek to establish the Primacy of the State with themselves fully in control, have quickly and firmly moved to exploit the homosexual voting block.  In exchange for the privilege of negating the rights of non-homosexuals this collective is consistently supporting the complete effort of the tyrants to impose their rule upon our nation.  This should result in a negative outcome for the homosexual collective.  When the present cold civil struggle becomes an open war the victims of the homosexual collective will seek an end to their problem.

A permanent end.

What are your questions on this block of instruction?   
    

Footnotes

1.  Ayn Rand, “Man’s Rights,” The Virtue of Selfishness.

2.  In finding for the homosexual couple the judge acted in the opposite manner of a judicial officer in a free society.  For this he should be taken out and shot.

3.  The ancient Greek city state of Thebes had a dedicated all homosexual military formation.  It was wiped out in action.

Trying Something Else

From something I posted on an alternate history site:

“Maria, the Communist Party of the Soviet Union is not a moral authority.”

Horoscope From The Onion

This week: 

Sagittarius

Your combined proclivities towards paranoia and depression combine when you start to think a race of alien lizard-people are controlling life's lowest echelons from behind the scenes.

Actually, that would be a clear improvement over what we are subjected to now.

Old Stuff

Going through some old files I found this bit of brain-dead fluff originally published as part of a hit piece on Ayn Rand in the Red Star-Pravda (Minneapolis Star Tribune) on March 7, 1998:

Said Mahmoud El-Kati, who teaches African-American Studies at Macalester College: "People are not entities. We are social animals. There would be no Ayn Rand if there were no people.”   

"What's always surprised me about objectivism is that they aren't very objective. They don't deal with the essence of who people are. I am something else than skin color. But at the same time, I am objectively the product of some experience.
   
 "I am talking about the experience, the environment, the geography you inherit. I am a black American. But that [color] is not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the experience."

In a private letter to another Objectivist I responded to this denial of reality:

"I am an living ping-pong ball that bounces off whatever wall I am thrown against." ME-K appears to be an environmental determinist.

In adopting the posture of determinism ME-K also denies responsibility for his own thoughts and of his own actions.  For him environmental determinism is an excuse for actions that would properly bring about an adverse  rational response.  But in the real world the maximum effective range of an excuse is zero.

Speaking Of Ignorance

For about a decade my favorite novel was Starship Troopers by Robert A. Heinlein.

Why?

In the narrative Heinlein laid out a system for assuring that the citizens, the political authority of the Terran Federation, actually knew what they were doing and the reason for the procedures followed.  This was because authority in any field of human endeavor is founded on knowledge of that field.  Thus political authority is founded on political knowledge.

In the following image released by a hoplophobe group established by former New York mayor Michael Bloomberg they demonstrate their knowledge and thus authority to speak on the subject of firearms:

  

As they clearly demonstrate they have no functional knowledge of firearms and thus no authority to speak on the subject at all.

 The fact is that the personal weapon is the fundamental instrument of political authority, to disarm the citizen is to render him politically irrelevant.  Thus is a free nation the attempt to disarm the citizens is in practical effect an act of treason, and as such is properly punished by the penalty of death.

What are your questions? 

Dr. Ray also has something to say about this bit of art.

 

Going Somewhere

Brain May (PhD-Astronomy) on interstellar exploration:

It couldn't happen soon enough.

Anniversary

Twenty one years ago today an atrocity was carried out.  The so-called hostage rescue team of the FBI murdered most of the people in the Branch Davidian residence outside of Waco, Texas.  To this day none of the actual perpetrators have been held accountable in any way for this crime.

As is my habit I will once again repost the links to an independent report published on the Libernet mailing list after the incident.

Part One.

Part Two.

Part Three.

Part Four.

Part Five.

References. 

At this time another massacre may have been avoided out in Nevada.  But Senator Harry Reid of the party of death has dehumanized the potential victims as being domestic terrorists.  But the fact is that he is the terrorist and murderer.

Anthropogenic Global Warming

It actually would be nice.

As I write this it is snowing outside, as a result I had to reschedule an appointment.  Three years ago I would have not worried and gone to the appointment.  But two of the results of my serious illness is that my sense of balance has been adversely effected and I now have very severe difficulty with lifting myself up from the ground.

I rescheduled the appointment because I would rather be safe than sorry.

The true believers in the Anthropogenic Global Warming nonsense are now calling for the forcible silencing of those who don't buy their bull-droppings.  In calling for censorship so they have effectively declared their doctrine to be invalid.

But to see that it is invalid all one has to do is look out the window.

Tax Day

Oh!  It's that special day for worshipers of the state! It's tax day!

It's the day we the slaves have to report our income to the masters so they can determine what we will be allowed to keep.

I have a far better idea.  Let's exterminate the masters,  Once and for all time.

Video Trailer

BEYOND EARTH by Sid Meier.

I'm always moved to tears by 1:30.

Thought For The Day

The fact that Democrats strongly and publicly object to efforts to suppress fraud in voting is an admission that they are dependent of voter fraud to win elections and gain power.

Can we now stop the pretense that the Democratic Party is anything but a criminal gang?

This Morning

I got up early and did a bit of net surfing.  I then decided to go outside for a walk.  As I stepped outside the apartment building it started to rain.  The walk ended right there.

Nature operates independently of human consciousness. It simply does not matter what one believes, things happen regardless of one's beliefs or emotional state.

The Other Novel

Here's the first chapter of the FTL novel:

Negation, she thought.

A decision can be easy or it could be difficult.

The thunderstorm that crashed upon the capital city was a thing of beauty. The flash of lightning illuminated the streets and the buildings beyond the window with an electric blue glow. With the light reflected from her face back upon the inside surface she could see the winkles beneath her eyes and the streaks of gray in her dark hair.

She gave thought to window before her.

It was both invisible and itself a thing of beauty. It separated and protected her from the outside environment and allowed her to see it in all its glory. She could watch the passage of the storm from the safety of her office because of the applied thought of a man.

Those who destroyed the works of men could not conceive of a pane of glass. Nor could they be taught how to make one and integrate it into a structure. The thoughts of rational men were nothing to them. And the works of men that resulted from the trains of rational thought were seen only as abominations that were to be smashed into dust.

They did not see the truth and they did not want to see the truth.

Reality is real.

Her parents had taught her this before she learned to read.

Understand this and you can understand everything.

But there were those alive who did not want to know. They actively sought ignorance They sought only to negate knowledge and the products of applied knowledge.

And now another of those men had stepped on to her world with the intent of negation. Of murdering the people and smashing their works to nothing. There was nothing that he would be gained from such acts. It would be the sacrifice of actual things to nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Under the existing laws of her nation the subject of her present thought could simply be arrested and processed. With the ultimate result being his death.

But that would not solve the larger problem. The subject was employed by a group of men back on Earth. The employers will simply hire another man to attack the worlds under her care. And the next time she may not be able to stop them.

The woman had witnessed too much of the horror of negation over the course of her life. She had seen her parents taken from her simply because they were the only sane people on an insane world. See had seen her husband murdered simply because he was her husband.

Would it ever end? How does one deal with such people?

The phone on her desk rang. She turned and quickly lifted the receiver to speak.

“Yes?”

A man’s voice at the far end replied.

“We’re ready to proceed, ma’am.”

“Do so.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

A trade off then. Let the immediate subject live and use him to discover his employers.

And then eliminate them.

Across the city the subject of the conversation in question was sleeping naked in a hotel bed. But not for long. This would be a hostile encounter. He had not expected the police on any world, whom he normally thought of as no better than clowns, to break into his hotel room in full tactical mode. They should not have known of his origin or mission.

The arrest had been absolutely hostile. At no point was he allowed to speak, nor was he spoken to. He was gagged immediately by the black suited police strike team. He was not given any cover for the weather. He was dragged through the cold winter rain to the police assault team transport vehicle in the condition he normally slept in. On this night in the city of Landfall on the planet Freya he was completely naked.

Upon arrival at their headquarters he was deposited in a holding cell.

Except for the light panels, the steel door, and buttons that controlled the sink and toilet, all the features of the entire holding cell were made of concrete.

This was not a standard jail cell for a common criminal. The cops here on Freya had taken his presence on their planet seriously.

Very seriously.

Why? He thought.

He was certain he would soon know why.

The door of the holding cell opened outwards. A long stun stick was immediately thrust into the cell and upon his chest.

He was shocked into a state of complete inaction.

As he lay stunned on the floor the black suited cops entered the cell in mass. They cuffed him behind the back and inserted a rod between his arms and his back. The cops then lifted him by the rod and dragged him down a bleak and completely undecorated bureaucratic corridor. The cops who carried him were escorted by four more officers paired fore and aft.

Not one of them said a word to him.

He was dragged down the corridor and around a corner to the right. At the end of the second corridor he was carried into an interrogation room. There was a stainless steel table and two chairs. He was secured to one of the chairs by the ankles and wrists.

It was five minutes by his estimate before the door to the room opened again.

A woman stepped into the room and sat down at the table opposite of him.

The subject of the arrest took the time to visually examine the woman. She appeared to be a bit over fifty standard years of age with light stands of gray hair appearing in the neatly cut body of short black hair. The woman also had blue eyes. She was dressed as a civilian with a white office blouse and blue slacks. The woman wore a photo identification badge and carried an immaculate military service grade semiautomatic pistol in the custom black leather holster under her left shoulder.

I’m supposed to be frightened by this old broad? He thought. That was foolish of her, very foolish.

The man then took a close look at the I.D. badge. It was issued by the Central Security Agency of the Ursa Major Confederation. Below the photograph on the badge was the logo of the agency. This was in the form of a flag with a white “X” over a black field. He did not know that the symbol was technically called the Cross of Saint Andrew. He saw it as being identical to cross on the battle flag of the Confederate States of America. He saw it as their admission of being evil.

The name on her photo badge was Judith Stern and showed her rank as Director of the agency.

NO! He thought.

No! No! No! No!

The woman sitting opposite of him at the table was the true daughter of darkness. She was the absolute incarnation of evil herself.

Judith Stern was personally responsible for the murder of millions of people on his home world. No one, not a priest, nor a child, was exempt from her absolute depravity.

And he has not in the custody of any police agency. The Freyan CSA was every mercenary soldier’s worst nightmare. No mercenary soldier operating separately from an organized unit was safe from death by their Pest Control teams. And ultimately backing the CSA field teams were the planetary landing forces of the Ursa Major Confederation Army and Marine Corps.

Worlds in close proximity to Freya were effectively off limits to mercenary operations. And in the custody of the Freyan CSA he was already dead.

She looked up at him and spoke. Her voice was of solid authority, it was firm and without apparent emotion.

“Welcome to The Aquarium.”

She then asked him a question.

“Who are you?”

He did not answer.

There was a slight twitch on her right eyebrow.

She calmly repeated the question.

“Who are you?”

There was no point in screaming. He tried to reply clearly in a level voice.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

Without a word she looked down and opened the folder on the table before her.

Printed documents? He thought. How primitive of them.

She removed a set of reading glasses from a pocket of her blouse and used them to read from the printed file.

“Your name is Michael Gratton. You were born in the City of New Boston on the planet Kennedy in the Alpha Centauri B system. You are the second son of the late Prime Minister Thomas Gratton. After the rescue and reprisal mission to that world your mother brought you as an infant to her family home in the city of Boston in the State of Massachusetts on Earth. You attended the Boston Latin School and the Federation Military Academy at West Point. As a junior officer you were wounded in action in a minor dust-up against a band of feral Muslims and subsequently received a knee joint replacement. You spent the remainder of your time in the army in staff positions and as an instructor at the academy. You were medically retired from the Federation Army with the rank of Major and emigrated to Xenophon in the Epsilon Indi system. You are now a minor stockholder in, and company grade officer of the Military Assistance Corporation based on Xenophon.”

Gratton stared at Director Stern silently. She had used the Freyan term for their crimes against his home world and the crimes they committed against his people. One of the many people of that world murdered by the Freyans was his own father.

Gratton continued to stare at her until he was able to speak without apparent emotion.

“You are wrong!” He replied. “My name is John Fletcher and I am a civilian.”

The planetary clown farce on Freya should not discovered this information on him along with the fact that he was traveling on a false set of identity documents. With the CSA he was clearly in the hands of a very competent intelligence agency of an absolutelyy evil nation.

Michael Gratton clearly saw that he was now in deep trouble.

Judith Stern stared straight at him without a visible flinch.

“Major Gratton, or whatever your current rank in the MAC-X Corporation is, you are traveling on a false set of documents, which is a felony. And you are also a known mercenary, which in the Ursa Major Confederation is a capital offense.”

Gratton looked up at her and replied calmly.

“My name is John Fletcher and I am a witness for our Lord Jesus Christ.”

Judith Stern did not budge or blink.

“No Major Gratton. You are a veteran officer of the Federation Army, which is a yellow flag for this agency. You are traveling on false identity documents, which is a red flag. And you are a member of a commercial organization whose sole purpose is to violate the rights of individuals and of sovereign nations, which is absolutely the black flag for us. Please explain to us why we should not air out your head?”

Gratton blinked.

He raised his voice to reply.

“There is nothing you can threaten me with!”

Stern responded in a calm voice.

“Of course not, there never is.”

What The Fuck did that mean?

Stern saw that Gratton was mystified. It was at this time she made her statement.

“Major Gratton, you and your backers seek to negate us -- to remove us from existence. We need to discover who your backers are and kill them. In order to do this we are sending you back to Earth. You will be kept under surveillance and through this we will find the people who trying to destroy us and we will kill all of them.”

Gratton now stared at her. He then closed his eyes and shook his head.

So far I had not broken from my cover story, I can still use it. He thought.

It will work.

“My name is John Fletcher.” He cried out. “I am a witness for Our Lord Jesus Christ on this Godless world. Your people have turned from Our Lord at your eternal peril. Don’t you understand that?”

Judith Stern stared straight through him as if she were a shipboard laser burning through a starship hull. She then replied to him.

“Major Gratton, Reality is Real.”

With that final reply she closed the folder on the table and stood up. She spoke up to the staff members listening remotely.

“I’m finished.”

An officer opened the door for her from outside. As she departed more officers suddenly entered the interrogation room and hit him with the stun staff again. With full effect to full unconsciousness.

When Michael Gratton awoke he was back on Earth. The first thing he would hear was the voice of a different woman on the planet Earth.

Problem

I have a bit of writer's block. Actually two cases of writer's block. I was working alternately on two science fiction novels. One is set in a FTL universe and the other in a STL mode.

Here's the first chapter from the STL novel:

One thing I had certainly learned in my original incarnation on Earth was that in order to see a task performed correctly I had to do it myself. Today I led a raid on a native nest. This was usually called a pest control operation. Given the very hostile history between the human colonists and the stone age natives of the planet this euphemism was putting it mildly.

The natives, originally classified scientifically as Reptantis Sapiens Eden, and now generally known as shrieks, were bipedal and bilateral egg laying carnivores with scales and feathers instead of skin and hair. Shrieks would eat anything that moved. They would even eat other members of their species, both from their own nest and other nests.

They also ate the remains of the first wave of human colonists that were killed when the Plymouth Colony was overrun and destroyed.

Two local days ago a patrol drone spotted a hunting party of shrieks taking down a thagosaurus. The saurian herbivore had wandered into a patch of wild tobacco and was gorging itself and getting high on the leaves of the imported plants. It was too wasted on the nicotine of the imported plants to notice the native hunting party bearing down on it.

I sat with a full Ranger company of the Guard as we watched the video of the shrieks surrounding the thagosaur and engaging it. There were cheers from the rangers as the thagosaur struck one of the shrieks with it’s tail spikes, mortally wounding it. But the poor and high creature was doomed. The largest of the shrieks carried a human made axe and struck the prey square on the head with it.

The natives had stolen the axe and other artifacts when they overran Plymouth, the first human settlement on the planet. They hunted down and slaughtered all the human colonists who could not escape.

The video ended. It wasn’t necessary to watch the hunting party strip the useful meat from their prey and the dead member of their party.

This morning Alpha Company of the Ranger Battalion of the Guard would drop in on the shriek nest.

The next stage after the briefing was suiting up. The details of the process are essentially boring. The Ranger Combat Suit is an armored exoskeleton with sensors, strength enhancement, full isolation from the external environment, jump thrusters, and full life support. A ranger could fight in space with it if necessary. The process on donning the suit requires assistance from the ground crew and a full test of the onboard combat sensors. The onboard computer even has a program for translating the speech of shrieks and displaying it as written language on the heads-up display. Not every ranger runs the translation program, but I do.

Once the company was suited up they assembled at the landing field. The system primary, Alpha Centauri A, was still below the eastern horizon. The other star of the system, Alpha Centauri B, was in the overhead position and was the brightest star in the sky. Even with the lights of the landing field glowing at full power the light of the star had the effect of the full moon back on Earth. From where I was standing I could see virtually all the buildings of Camp Heinlein and the ruins of the Plymouth Colony.

The four landing craft, with their lift fans open and idling, were ready to carry out the mission. The rear hatch and ramps were open. We loaded one platoon on each landing craft and took off.

By our custom the landing craft flew over the ruins of the Plymouth Colony.

The shriek nest, designated Sierra Mike, was roughly a thousand kilometers from Camp Heinlein. It was the furthest nest out from the ruins of the Plymouth Colony that was identified as a site holding human artifacts. Roughly five generations had been hatched since Plymouth was overrun and destroyed. And even though no shriek living today would remember the massacre there was our own standing policy to enforce.

Once the second wave of human colonists arrived in the system it was our policy to recover all human artifacts and remains from the shrieks. No shriek was allowed to hold a human made artifact. Nor were they to possess human remains. The penalty these acts would be the complete annihilation of their nest.

Over the years since the second wave arrived in the system the shrieks fled away from the new human base at Camp Heinlein.

But no distance, not even a thousand kilometers, was far enough from human vengeance.

The local sun was beginning to rise as the landing craft approached the nest.

The nest was located in a dense forest. It was theorized that this practice began as a way to protect the nest from large predators. It also had provided some protection from human reprisal actions. It took time us for us to develop tools and tactics to negate this practice.

The landing craft came in at treetop level at the four points of the compass with respect to the position of the nest. The craft I was riding was on the north corner of the square. With the rear ramp open I was the first to step out. The jump thrusters fired to slow my descent as I dropped to the forest floor. The landing craft I jumped from continued to float to southwest as each ranger stepped out and descended to the ground. The rangers now formed up in a tactical square surrounding the nest and on my command marched inwards.

Very shortly we came in contact with the shrieks.

Someone spoke on the company channel.

“Alpha-three-oh-three! Have contact!” There was a pause and then he spoke again. “Recovered flash drive from necklace!”

“Very good!" I replied. “Continue inward!”

The first kill was scored by Ranger A-303, Sergeant Les Keller. He was one of the first rangers who stopped counting the number of shrieks that he killed.

Every ranger carried a small bag for recovered artifacts. The shrieks apparently believed that human artifacts were magical or conferred protective powers on them.

I then encountered a shriek. It was a very large male with a flint headed spear. It leveled the spear and charged at me while screaming.

The translation program was active. A line of text appeared at the bottom of my heads-up display. It said, “DIE MOTHER MATER!”

I should have shot it.

Instead I let go of my mag rifle. The sling snapped it back to the carry position on the suit. I grabbed the fore end of the spear and ripped it from the hands of the shriek. I then proceeded to beat the shriek to death with the blunt end of the spear.

I searched the body. There were no human artifacts on the shriek.

One could argue that I was showing off by killing the shriek with it’s own spear. Go ahead. I don’t mind the criticism at all.

The fact of the matter is that all of our ammunition is still made on Zion, the other and now primary inhabited planet of the system. And it’s dammed difficult and expensive to haul it across interplanetary space in the Alpha Centauri system. Even with fusion drive spacecraft.

And if there one thing that I have learned it’s that one can never have enough ammunition.

The rangers continued inwards toward the nest. I quietly, with only the supersonic crack of the magnetically propelled bullets, killed four more shrieks in the forest with my rifle.

We then came to outer edge of the nest. It was a cluster of primitive shelters surrounding a central large hut. The rangers went through the nest, shelter by shelter, killing every shriek they found without regard to apparent age or gender. Even the recent hatchlings were killed. No exception could be made. No exception would EVER be made.

We then came to the central hut.

I stepped in first with my rifle at the ready position.

The sensors indicated the air inside the hut was warmer than the ambient air outside. The hut was where all their eggs were laid and buried for protection from other animals and the elements.

But not from us.

There was a path through the raised soil that covered the eggs. At the end of the path was a shrine. Before the shrine was the priestess.

She was the oldest of the female shrieks. It’s feathers were white and withered. And she wore a stainless steel fingernail clipper on her sacred necklace. She turned around and began to speak. If the translation program was functioning properly it was addressing me as a deity and begging me not to kill the remaining eggs.

I looked past the priestess to the shrine. At the center of the shrine was skull of a human infant. To me it was a clear indication that this clutch of shrieks was involved in the Plymouth Massacre.

I placed a single round in the head of the priestess.

I stepped forward to the shrine. I gently lifted the skull of the child from the shrine and placed it in my recovery bag.

I then spoke.

“Aright. Let’s finish this.”

Rangers stepped into the hut and positioned themselves on the pathway.

“Infrared on!” I ordered.

At the voice command the infrared vision display lit up in my visor. The eggs below the loose soil were now fully visible to me and the rangers in the hut.

“Ready!” I ordered. “Fire!”

Every one of the eggs was penetrated by multiple rifle rounds. Not one egg remained intact. The last of the shrieks in the nest were dead.

As I stepped outside the hut I spoke on the company channel.

“Did anyone find that damned axe?”

“Alpha-three-oh-three! I did!” Replied Sergeant Keller.

Of course he would find it. He was effective that way.

As the rangers departed from the nest there was one final act of destruction. Several white phosphorus grenades were tossed into the remains of the nest, setting it on fire.

The rangers proceeded to the nearest large clearing and boarded the landing craft. As usual I was the last to board.

Upon our return to Camp Heinlein the rangers separated into two groups. Those who did not retrieve any artifacts immediately returned to the barracks. Those who retrieved a human made object lined up for the march to the memorial.

I called out to one of those rangers.

“Sergeant Keller!”

“Yes, sir!”

He quickly ran over to my position. I could feel the mass of his ranger suit shaking the ground with each step he made.

I spoke to him.

“Sergeant, could you do me a favor?”

“Yes, sir.”

I handed him the nail clipper I recovered from the priestess.

“Sir?” He said.

“I also recovered the skull of a child.” I said.

“I understand.” He nodded and replied. “Yes, sir.”

I stood in my ranger suit with the helmet open in the forensic lab of the base as one of the doctors performed the identification tests. The doctor’s name was Cheryl Adams. She was a granddaughter of a little girl who was orphaned as a result of the attack on the Plymouth Colony. The girl’s mother had loaded her aboard one of three functional landing craft without boarding herself. All of the landers had docked with the starship Mayflower which still in orbit above the colony. The landers would never return to colony. It was too late to rescue any more colonists.

Doctor Adams had completed the tests.

“I’m finished.”

She brought up a video file on the workstation monitor. The sound and image was of a happy and smiling newborn girl with blue eyes.

I stepped forward.

“Her name was Elizabeth Mary Cook.” Said Doctor Adams. “She was my great aunt.”

The girl was also the granddaughter of Andrew Cook, one of the owners of the Mayflower, and whom I met in my first life on Earth.

I continued to watch the video file.

There are some people back on Zion ask me how I could live with what I do to the shrieks.

The fact is that I do not have a problem at all.

Editorial

In an Associated Press story it was reported that:

Hillary Rodham Clinton said Thursday night that excessive partisanship flowing through the nation's political system is causing the U.S. to march "backwards instead of forward" and pointed to fall elections as a sign of how the country might tackle problems.

Let’s take apart this pathetic bit of whining.

The goal of those who style themselves as Progressives is simply to obtain absolute power over everything and everyone. No restraint has ever been shown by any of the partisans of “Progress” from Robspierre to the present day. As a result our world is littered with the mass graves of those who were murdered in the name of Progress.

The fact is the concept of “Progress” is no more than an excuse for the unrestrained exercise of absolute power. So what is this “partisanship” that this self appointed master to whining about? It is simply the fact that those condemned to be the slaves will not submit to the self-appointed masters. In the ideal form of the state their whim reigns supreme and those who stand in opposition and disobedience are to be permanently silenced. Thus the mass graves that litter our world.

In this state the Masters are no different than a pack of predatory animals.

So what is to done with them?

In actual ethics the proper way to respond to a predatory animal is to kill it. The Masters are essentially a pack of predatory animals, and thus the proper response to their actions is simply to kill them.

What are your questions on this block of instruction?

So Anyway

We just had three inches of snow in Minneapolis and expect still more snow today.

Do you still believe in global warming?

The fact is that the terrestrial biosphere is a naturally dynamic environment within a naturally dynamic universe.  Climate change is natural and unavoidable.  The role of an actual government is the protect the rights of people who are acting to rationally respond to actual climate chage.

The fact is that the Left is in a state of denial with respect to the terrestrial environment.  Their efforts to supposedly prevent climate change are clearly criminal acts with have no affirmative effects.  The efforts are in fact a series of crimes and must be stopped.

What are your questions on this block of instruction?

UPDATE:

I just went outside to brush the snow off my car just in case I to go out.  It's closer to six inches of snow on the ground and the car.

Comment

I seriously do not enjoy having  a front row seat to the collaspe of civilization.

And the true horror is that it was all preventable.

Bravo Sierra

Apparently the environmentalist wackos have scheduled something called Earth Hour at 2030 CDT tonight.  We the mere mortals are supposed to power down everything we use in our homes in order to honor and protect the Earth.

Bullshit. The correct answer to this and all other demands for sacrifice is to simply say NO.

Other environmentalist wackos  are calling for the criminal punishment of those persons who actually perceive and think for themselves and as a result reject the doctrine of  Anthropogenic Global Warming.

Why?

Because they claim that people will die as a result of their policies not being enforced upon us.  But the actual reality is that their beliefs are based on pure nonsense and that the enforcement of their policies will cause harm to actual people.  And by resorting to force they are admitting that they are wrong.

The fact is that the Earth is a dynamic environment within the dynamic universe.  Environmental change is purely natural.  The belief in Anthropogenic Global Warming requires a belief in a steady state environment.  Which is absolute nonsense.

There is simply no excuse for the belief in AGW or the negation of the minds of those who actually think.

And I'm putting it politely.

In Stock

Some people should know better.  Such as the lawyer who was busted by the BATF for buying a silenced weapon from a convicted drug dealer.

No, I'm not kidding.

Once upon a time ago, about the time I was posting the ASCII text versions of The Resister on Usenet, I bought a AK-47 chambered in 5.56 NATO.  It had the thumb hole stock mandated at the time by our neo-soviet masters in Washington.  As a former combat rifleman I took it upon myself to properly zero in the sights on the weapon.  As I was doing this at the Moon Valley range down in Eden Prairie I was rudely interrupted.

It appeared that a scraggly young man wanted to sell me a folding stock for the AK-47.  I said no.  He repeated his offer.  I repeated my refusal.  Eventually he got the point.

First, I actually had no interest in a folding stock for the rifle.  The folding stock for the Ak-47 series rifle is copied from the MP-38/MP-40 series machine pistols issued by the Wehrmacht.  They are inherently unstable and were used both by the Wehrmacht and the Soviets to shorten the weapon for carriage within an aircraft or armored vehicle. An acceptable tradeoff for them, but not for me.

Second. folding stocks at the time were illegal.  I was not about to ruin a weapon by installing an inferior stock simply for the sake of disobeying our self appointed masters.  The proper way to deal with a master is to air out his head.

By his demeanor and his insistence on selling the stock to my unwilling self I concluded that this fellow was a stooge for the BATF.  I refused to fall into the trap.

A simple bit of common sense can go a long way.

Breatfast Run

So this morning I stopped at a McDonald's to pick up a breakfast this morning.   As I walked back to my car across the parking lot someone else came in.  He didn't follow the rules for parking in the lot.  In fact he parked specifically on the stripped painted space between the handicapped spaces by the front door of the building.   I stood at the door of my car and watched him walk to the front door of the restaurant.  He then noticed me and spoke. He was actually angry at the fact that someone noticed his violation of the rule and objected to it.  He asked me if I wanted to fight him.  I said no.

The fact of the matter was that I actually wanted him to beat him to death at that point.

Back in the Late Eighties and early Nineties I worked as a daytime cashier of a parking lot in downtown Minneapolis.  There were no number of people who didn't want to pay for the use of the space or otherwise refused to follow rules.  Seriously, I could tell stories about the job.

The problem I always had were the people believed the basic rules didn't apply to them.  That they were superior beings who could do anything they wanted without regard to the consequences inflicted on others.

In short, they were members of the Master Class.

I will have more to say about the Master Class later.

Concerning the LAPD

With concern to the Los Angeles Police Department a gentleman named Kirk made the following comment on a blog:

We threw a guy out of the Army, back in the 1980s. Among other things, he was a nasty little racist thugling, who thought that “White was right”, all of the time. Just barely missed giving his sorry little ass a BCD.

Roughly a year after we got rid of him, we got a letter from the LAPD. They were considering him as a recruit for their academy. We sent back a very thorough letter, telling them precisely what this POS had done on active duty, and why we had thrown him out. Character references? Ha. They got multiple statements from his former leaders saying why this idiot should never, ever be put into a position of trust, let alone authority.

About six-eight months later, we were sent an invitation to an LAPD academy graduation ceremony, with his name on it. Somebody was apparently trying to make a point with us…

I wasn’t all that surprised by the Rodney King affair, a few years later, nor did LAPD’s conduct during the riots. Recruit scum, you get scummy performance.

Why am I not surprised?

From my view the only people the police protect and serve are themselves.

Announcement

Someone of no significance died yesterday.

Question Of The Day

Do you believe in magic?  I certainly don't.

At about 0300 CDT this morning I went down to the first floor of the apartment building to do my laundry.  At the time I also checked my mailbox, in it I found a fundraising letter from the National Rifle Association.

Even if I had not seen the NRA as a joke for the last two decades this letter was beyond belief. As part of another fund raising letter that emphasized the alleged fight for the Second Amendment  Wayne LaPierre made the following statement:

And as a symbol of your commitment to fight by my side in this do-or-die election, I want to send you my new Stand and Fight Challenge Coin.

Challenge coins have a long tradition, especially in our U.S. Armed Forces, as a symbol of solidarity among those share in a critical mission.  Over the years, Challenge Coins have been carried into battle by countless American soldiers, sailor and airmen to cement the unique bond among those who fight for freedom's cause.

As a veteran of the United States Army this is absolutely the first time I had read or otherwise heard of the the concept of the challenge coin.

Seriously, I'm supposed to believe that a magic trinket will somehow improve my performance as a soldier?  That this magic trinket will somehow cause the success of the  mission and my own survival on the battlefield?

No, of course not.

The remainder of the fundraising letter emphasized the ongoing struggle to protect the Second Amendment.  So what of it?

The actual issue is who is in command of your life, you or the self appointed masters?

The Second Amendment was never about hunting, or even about self defense against violent criminals.  The Second Amendment is an inherent component of the Bill of Rights.  And the Bill of Rights defines the relationship between the Citizens and the Government.  It is the self appointed Master Class, presently led by The Big Zero, who are working to overturn the primacy of the Citizens and establish themselves as the irrevocable rulers of our nation.

And because the actions of the self appointed Masters are morally intolerable we will have no alternative but to completely eliminate them.

And as you may have noticed Wayne LaPierre and his magical fundraising trinkets are of no help at all.

What are your questions on this block of instruction?

The Old Days

I remember the Carter Administration.  He was clearly not a good president but at least he was a president.

As to Barack Obama, as far as foreign policy goes we may as well say that the office was effectively unoccupied.

The Right To Disbelieve

Having just sat through the coldest winter on record since 1912 one could conclude that the theory of Anthropogenic -- Man-made -- Global Warming is invalid.  But to the true believers facts are simply irrelevant, and not only are the actual facts of reality treated as false, those who accept the facts are to be punished.

In other words, believe in the obviously false doctrine, or else.

Lawrence Torcello -- an alledged professor of philosophy -- has called for the imprisonment of real scientists who disbelieve in the AGW theory.  

The fact that intellectual freedom is a moral necessity is irrelevant.  The fact that the Terrestrial biosphere is a dynamic environment within a dynamic universe is also held to be irrelevant.

Reality does not flow from the point of a gun.  And those who call for the use of force have already falsified their own doctrine.

My message to the censors is to knock it off, or we will knock you off in self defense.

Submission

Dhimmitude, the practice of submitting to the doctrine of Islam, is being practiced in Minneapolis.

Here's the story according to Pamela Geller.

Everyone involved must be fired and be executed for treason.

No exceptions.

A Fact of Life

One thing I have noticed over the course of my working life is that people on the political left, those who call themselves progressives, are in no way generous.  As both a pizza delivery driver and a cab driver I have clearly noticed that that leftists simply do not tip.  And when they want something done they don't donate their own money to the cause but instead insist that others be forced to pay for their generosity. So how do they respond when someone is actually generous with their own money?

They throw a fit.

Powerline Blog has covered the leftist response to the 100 million dollar donation of billionaire David Koch to the New York-Presbyterian Hospital. 

The Left has been silent on the murder of 100 million people by various Communist regimes.  Why would they be bothered by a few preventable deaths by cancer?

Thought For The Day

A cop should be shot once in a while pour encourager les autres.

For example in Connecticut this cop said:

"I live in Branford, and his words straight out were 'I cannot wait to get the order to kick your door in,'"

 Those who proclaim themselves as masters cannot be argued with.  They can only be exterminated.  Let us do so.

This will not be an act of murder.  This will be the practice of pest control.

UPDATE 1415 CDT:

A clear example of a self proclaimed master is Lieutenant Paul Vance of the Connecticut State Police:

"I'm the master, ma'am. I'm the master,"

 He identifies himself as such, let us treat him as such.

One round to the head in the old Soviet style.

Just A Reminder

Remember, the enforcement of "gun control" requires the use of deadly force on innocent people.  Of course the advocates and enforcers will claim that the victims are the criminals.

No, in fact the advocates and enforcers are the criminals.  They are the ones who are unleashing deadly force on those who have caused no real harm to anyone. 

The advocates and enforcers of "gun control" are in fact the murderers.  And they should be treated as such.

I personally favor one round in the head in the old Soviet style.

Weather Report

I just checked the Accuweather site.  [LINK HERE]  We're in for another serious snowstorm at a time when spring normally kicks in.

All those who believed in the Anthropogenic Global Warming scam were idiots.  Anyone who still believes in it are major idiots.

And all those utter morons who equate disbelief in the AGW scam with Holocaust denial should be taken out and shot.

Remember

Every year on the 19th of April I post a message on the Waco Massacre.

Yesterday someone posted a message on the anniversary of the initial raid by the BATF on the Branch Davidian residence.

Here it is.

News

The Russians are occupying the Crimea.

Apparently there wasn't a Munich Conference.  Putin simply did it himself without diplomatic cover.

Let's give a big thank you to The Big Zero.

Real Weather

According to the National Weather service it is -14 degrees below zero.  I just cancelled a doctor's appointment because I will not go outside today.

Try to tell me that Anthropogenic Global Warming is real.