Friday, November 28, 2014
Thursday, November 27, 2014
A Proposal
I now propose the following amendment to the United States Constitution:
The People of the United States, being the sovereign authority of the nation, shall not be disarmed. To petition for, to enact, or to enforce legislation to disarm the People shall be a capital offense.
What are your questions on this proposal?
The People of the United States, being the sovereign authority of the nation, shall not be disarmed. To petition for, to enact, or to enforce legislation to disarm the People shall be a capital offense.
What are your questions on this proposal?
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Thought For The Day
If we treated the NSDAP--and especially the SS--like we treat the Jihadists then National Socialism would be the largest growing ideology today. And it would not be essentially extinct today.
http://nomosshere.tumblr.com/post/103330957261/jihadists-hijack-bus-in-kenya-single-out-non-muslims
http://nomosshere.tumblr.com/post/103330957261/jihadists-hijack-bus-in-kenya-single-out-non-muslims
Friday, November 21, 2014
Step Back - Part 36
Upon his return to Moscow Mikhail Gorbachev began the initial
handwritten draft of his report to the Politburo. As it was to be
factual be did not expect it to be well received. Although Boatman
meant to be helpful in providing a written transcript of the meeting in
Russian the last thing the Politburo wanted to read was the truth.
As additional commentary Boatman wrote:
The science of spaceflight works because those who practice it have actually made the effort to discover and apply the relevant facts of reality to their endeavor. The mishaps that do occur are usually the result of someone not paying attention to the relevant facts.
The theory of Communism was invented by a group of professional parasites in order to give the appearance of modernity and moral legitimacy to the stone-age practice of beating-up and killing productive people and taking the products of their thought and labor. Of course that is about the nicest description I could give to it. I basically think of the practice of Communism as being the behavior of those who chose to essentially behave as predatory animals. And as with any other predatory animal that attacks human beings it is clear that they should be hunted down and killed.
To the true believer a 100 million innocent human lives snuffed out in the pursuit of an invalid ideology is just not enough. Would they stop after killing 200 million or 300 million? Of course not.
The parasite mentalities of the Master Class as a rule see themselves as superior beings and that all other people, the productive population of a nation, exist solely as either tools that they can use to pursue their goals or as trash to be disposed of. Killing those who rightfully refuse to be the slaves of the self-appointed superior beings is not seen as an act of murder. In the minds of the Master Class is it simply the disposal of garbage.
I practical effect a Communist is a mortal enemy of Mankind. And killing a Communist is as necessary as putting down a rabid animal or destroying any other active hazard to human life.
This wasn’t about to be accepted by the Politburo at all. And Gorbachev expected their collective response to be very ugly.
Richard Charles March sat in the den of his home in the Kenwood section of Minneapolis and was reading the Friday edition of the Minneapolis Star, the local evening newspaper. The Star had published an editorial that denounced the Uptimers for their clear adherence to Capitalism.
An Uptimer named Jane March had responded to the editorial.
Your sneer is a clear indication that you may be part of a problem. Positive confirmation of this would of course require further observation and research for which I neither the time, patience, nor a research grant to perform. That would be a task that is ideally suited to an actual intellectual. As you may notice I will not condemn all intellectuals in my reply, I only condemn the false ones.
Intellectuals actually can be useful when they are honest or when they are actually paying attention to the facts of reality. The problem arises when someone assumes the position of authority in order to scam their way to survival and well being, or to further an adverse ideological agenda. As there is only one reality, which is commonly perceived by all individuals, the fraud is ultimately discovered, but all too often the disclosure occurs after innocent lives are lost.
One of the obvious indications that one is a false intellectual is their apparent blindness to the distinction between the states of Civilization and Barbarism. The State of Civilization is not only the collection of structures that people live and work in, and the tools that they use, it is also the moral condition that they live in. The foundation of the social order has a clear impact on the survival and well being of the people who live in it.
In the State of Civilization consent is the preferred basis of social, economic, and political relationships, and force is reserved as a response to the violent predatory behavior from such persons as common criminals and Communists. The barbaric social paradigm is dominated by those persons who, by tribal membership or by adherence to an ideology, assume the role of a superior being that forcibly uses other people as a means to assure their own survival and well being.
Obviously not all civilizations are perfect, which was clearly demonstrated by the Self Appointed Superior Beings who forcibly imposed the Prohibition of Alcohol on the United States in the early Twentieth Century.
To see the distinction between Civilization and Barbarism and act to on that knowledge does have an impact on the survival and well being of a person. Anyone who cannot see, refuses to see, or who actively obliterates, the distinction between Civilization and Barbarism in their work is either not doing their job properly or is part of the problem, and in either case has absolutely zero claim to being an intellectual. Though that doesn't stop them from trying.
But I'm just the commander of our surface base, so what do I know?
Richard Charles March clearly was angry. How dare this cunt in a military uniform call him and his fellow Progressives a band of savages?
As March read the evening paper and made hostile noises his youngest son watched from a position on concealment. John Andrew March had only recently begun kindergarten classes but he already knew that his father should not be spoken to as he read any newspaper.
On the morning of Saturday Evelyn Boatman had been released from hospitalization and was taking the shuttle down from the Eagle to the surface base.
Back to work. He thought.
As additional commentary Boatman wrote:
The science of spaceflight works because those who practice it have actually made the effort to discover and apply the relevant facts of reality to their endeavor. The mishaps that do occur are usually the result of someone not paying attention to the relevant facts.
The theory of Communism was invented by a group of professional parasites in order to give the appearance of modernity and moral legitimacy to the stone-age practice of beating-up and killing productive people and taking the products of their thought and labor. Of course that is about the nicest description I could give to it. I basically think of the practice of Communism as being the behavior of those who chose to essentially behave as predatory animals. And as with any other predatory animal that attacks human beings it is clear that they should be hunted down and killed.
To the true believer a 100 million innocent human lives snuffed out in the pursuit of an invalid ideology is just not enough. Would they stop after killing 200 million or 300 million? Of course not.
The parasite mentalities of the Master Class as a rule see themselves as superior beings and that all other people, the productive population of a nation, exist solely as either tools that they can use to pursue their goals or as trash to be disposed of. Killing those who rightfully refuse to be the slaves of the self-appointed superior beings is not seen as an act of murder. In the minds of the Master Class is it simply the disposal of garbage.
I practical effect a Communist is a mortal enemy of Mankind. And killing a Communist is as necessary as putting down a rabid animal or destroying any other active hazard to human life.
This wasn’t about to be accepted by the Politburo at all. And Gorbachev expected their collective response to be very ugly.
Richard Charles March sat in the den of his home in the Kenwood section of Minneapolis and was reading the Friday edition of the Minneapolis Star, the local evening newspaper. The Star had published an editorial that denounced the Uptimers for their clear adherence to Capitalism.
An Uptimer named Jane March had responded to the editorial.
Your sneer is a clear indication that you may be part of a problem. Positive confirmation of this would of course require further observation and research for which I neither the time, patience, nor a research grant to perform. That would be a task that is ideally suited to an actual intellectual. As you may notice I will not condemn all intellectuals in my reply, I only condemn the false ones.
Intellectuals actually can be useful when they are honest or when they are actually paying attention to the facts of reality. The problem arises when someone assumes the position of authority in order to scam their way to survival and well being, or to further an adverse ideological agenda. As there is only one reality, which is commonly perceived by all individuals, the fraud is ultimately discovered, but all too often the disclosure occurs after innocent lives are lost.
One of the obvious indications that one is a false intellectual is their apparent blindness to the distinction between the states of Civilization and Barbarism. The State of Civilization is not only the collection of structures that people live and work in, and the tools that they use, it is also the moral condition that they live in. The foundation of the social order has a clear impact on the survival and well being of the people who live in it.
In the State of Civilization consent is the preferred basis of social, economic, and political relationships, and force is reserved as a response to the violent predatory behavior from such persons as common criminals and Communists. The barbaric social paradigm is dominated by those persons who, by tribal membership or by adherence to an ideology, assume the role of a superior being that forcibly uses other people as a means to assure their own survival and well being.
Obviously not all civilizations are perfect, which was clearly demonstrated by the Self Appointed Superior Beings who forcibly imposed the Prohibition of Alcohol on the United States in the early Twentieth Century.
To see the distinction between Civilization and Barbarism and act to on that knowledge does have an impact on the survival and well being of a person. Anyone who cannot see, refuses to see, or who actively obliterates, the distinction between Civilization and Barbarism in their work is either not doing their job properly or is part of the problem, and in either case has absolutely zero claim to being an intellectual. Though that doesn't stop them from trying.
But I'm just the commander of our surface base, so what do I know?
Richard Charles March clearly was angry. How dare this cunt in a military uniform call him and his fellow Progressives a band of savages?
As March read the evening paper and made hostile noises his youngest son watched from a position on concealment. John Andrew March had only recently begun kindergarten classes but he already knew that his father should not be spoken to as he read any newspaper.
On the morning of Saturday Evelyn Boatman had been released from hospitalization and was taking the shuttle down from the Eagle to the surface base.
Back to work. He thought.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Reality Now!
Multiple cold weather records are being broken across the United States.
How could anyone still believe in the nonsense of Global Warming?
How could anyone still believe in the nonsense of Global Warming?
No Surprise
That the present administration in Washington holds the
citizens in contempt and would resort to fraud to promote its programs
is not s surprise. I made the following prediction during the election
six years ago:
My theory is that many self styled authorities defend their doctrines, often more deliberate than erroneous, as if they were defending their lives because they are defending their lives.
The false authority is dependent on the work of other people for their survival and well being. Without the blind obedience of productive people the false authority would wither away and die. To the parasite power over the productive is life.
These self appointed intellectuals, whom Ayn Rand had labeled as Witch Doctors, claim the position of authority in a division of labor economy through the claim of being in possession of superior knowledge. Such so called superior knowledge must by necessity contradict the knowledge gained by direct perception of objective (commonly perceived) reality.
Against the entirely valid charge of fraud the intellectual con artist will claim that his perception of reality differs from that of the common man.
One practice, which began with the original aboriginal witch doctors, is to claim that self appointed authority is perceiving or is otherwise in contact with a higher or spiritual level of reality. This practice continues to this day in the scam religions of Islam and Scientology.
The materialist version of the false authority con operates on the practice of polylogism, the claim that members of different groups perceive differently. What is true for one group is false for another group. Thus what is true for Jews is claimed to be false for Aryans. The practice of polylogism is not confined to issues of race (such as Africans versus "Crackers"), it can be applied to conflicts of class (Proletarians versus the Bourgeoisie), gender ("Womyn" versus "Sperm Donors"), and national culture (The French versus everyone else*).
But since Man is an entity of both spirit and body the most effective, and thus destructive, version of the different knowledge con will combine both the claim of spiritual wisdom and material polylogism. This occurs in the notion that a group has a distinct consciousness whose will is embodied in a leader. Thus the claim that Adolf Hitler embodied the will of the Volk, Josef Stalin embodied the will of the Proletariat, Hillary Clinton embodied the will of all Womyn, and that Barack Obama embodies the will of the functionally dumb.**
And if this wasn't bad enough there are now false authorities who claim to represent something other than a human population, such as the Gaianist witch doctor Al Gore.
It is essential for the survival of human society that false authorities be identified and rendered unable to cause further harm to us.
Of course if they are also buried that would be fine with me.
* I'm really serious here. The French as a nation have a long history of insisting on being different and claiming it's a superior practice. A case in point is that at the beginning of the First World War is that while all other nations had adopted earth toned uniforms for their soldiers the French politicians INSISTED that their soldiers go into combat with the traditional dark blue coats and bright red trousers. As you can imagine this didn't work out well for the French Army. The French also had the best bayonets mounted on the worst rifle, but that's another story.
** There is simply no other way that anyone could support a Harvard indoctrinated Marxist empty suit from the Chicago Democratic Machine.
My theory is that many self styled authorities defend their doctrines, often more deliberate than erroneous, as if they were defending their lives because they are defending their lives.
The false authority is dependent on the work of other people for their survival and well being. Without the blind obedience of productive people the false authority would wither away and die. To the parasite power over the productive is life.
These self appointed intellectuals, whom Ayn Rand had labeled as Witch Doctors, claim the position of authority in a division of labor economy through the claim of being in possession of superior knowledge. Such so called superior knowledge must by necessity contradict the knowledge gained by direct perception of objective (commonly perceived) reality.
Against the entirely valid charge of fraud the intellectual con artist will claim that his perception of reality differs from that of the common man.
One practice, which began with the original aboriginal witch doctors, is to claim that self appointed authority is perceiving or is otherwise in contact with a higher or spiritual level of reality. This practice continues to this day in the scam religions of Islam and Scientology.
The materialist version of the false authority con operates on the practice of polylogism, the claim that members of different groups perceive differently. What is true for one group is false for another group. Thus what is true for Jews is claimed to be false for Aryans. The practice of polylogism is not confined to issues of race (such as Africans versus "Crackers"), it can be applied to conflicts of class (Proletarians versus the Bourgeoisie), gender ("Womyn" versus "Sperm Donors"), and national culture (The French versus everyone else*).
But since Man is an entity of both spirit and body the most effective, and thus destructive, version of the different knowledge con will combine both the claim of spiritual wisdom and material polylogism. This occurs in the notion that a group has a distinct consciousness whose will is embodied in a leader. Thus the claim that Adolf Hitler embodied the will of the Volk, Josef Stalin embodied the will of the Proletariat, Hillary Clinton embodied the will of all Womyn, and that Barack Obama embodies the will of the functionally dumb.**
And if this wasn't bad enough there are now false authorities who claim to represent something other than a human population, such as the Gaianist witch doctor Al Gore.
It is essential for the survival of human society that false authorities be identified and rendered unable to cause further harm to us.
Of course if they are also buried that would be fine with me.
* I'm really serious here. The French as a nation have a long history of insisting on being different and claiming it's a superior practice. A case in point is that at the beginning of the First World War is that while all other nations had adopted earth toned uniforms for their soldiers the French politicians INSISTED that their soldiers go into combat with the traditional dark blue coats and bright red trousers. As you can imagine this didn't work out well for the French Army. The French also had the best bayonets mounted on the worst rifle, but that's another story.
** There is simply no other way that anyone could support a Harvard indoctrinated Marxist empty suit from the Chicago Democratic Machine.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Step Back - Part 35
Friday October 17, 1969
Evelyn Boatman was sitting back at the work station in his quarters and had just finished updating the report on the visit of the Soviet delegation when there was an old fashioned knock on his cabin door.
“Come in!” He shouted.
The door opened and Judith Grant stepped in. As a proper gentleman Evelyn stood up.
“Is there a problem?” He said.
“I’m not sure,” she replied, “maybe.”
Evelyn made the gesture to Judith to take a seat near the work station in his cabin. Once they were seated he then asked the next question.
“So what happened?”
“I just finished reading Time Enough For Love by Robert Heinlein.”
Oh bugger. He thought. Of course when jumping to a conclusion I can be wrong.
“And?” He said.
“And I read the part of it titled The Tale Of The Adopted Daughter.”
He nodded.
Of course being right isn’t always a good thing, either. He thought.
“And what conclusion did you come to?”
“That I may have a problem.” She said.
Evelyn nodded and then asked the next question.
“Which is?”
“I want to be with you.” She said. “I want to marry you and live with you.”
He thought for a moment before responding.
“Apart from the issue of maturity I really can’t think of a reason to say no.”
She blinked. He continued his answer.
“Obviously no rational man will take advantage of a child, but once you’ve hit adulthood there shouldn’t be a problem. Do you understand?
“I think I do.” Judith replied. “I basically have to grow up?”
“On the psychological level, yes.” He said.
She nodded and then her face brightened.
“Yes.” She said.
“Was there anything else?” Evelyn asked.
“Um, no.” She said.
With the end of the discussion Judith would return to her cabin and Evelyn went directly to see Alice about the issue.
At Baikonur both Gorbachev and Leonov would go through a long debriefing on the mission. More than once the KGB Colonel had to suggest to a party member sitting in on the session that he should take a break. Three times he had to make the suggestion to a member more than once.
When Gorbachev mentioned that Boatman had dismissed Lenin as a psychopath the senior party member lit up and had to be physically removed from the room.
With the party man removed the Colonel shook his head.
“And how are we to do our jobs?” He said. “Our mission is to discover and record the facts but we are not to actually pass them on to our superiors?. And Boatman is not unique in this respect, when Lenin’s behavior is described to someone in the medical field without mentioning any clue as to his identity the doctor always comes to the conclusion that he is a psychopath. Every single time!”
Gorbachev was completely speechless at this point.
Aboard the Eagle Evelyn and Alice were having a discussion.
“So basically,” said Alice, “you just told her to grow up?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s all? No other grounds for rejection?”
“Why should there be?’
Alice was struck speechless.
Evelyn continued.
“Judith has essentially embraced reason and apart from the maturity issue why should I reject her? And in the intervening time she could find someone else to marry.”
“Not bloody likely.” Alice replied. “She won’t be looking for someone else, and neither will you. Face it Dad, you have this thing about diving in and solving problems, and this one just screamed and leaped at you.”
Evelyn knew that was an old science fiction metaphor but he couldn’t recall from what work.
Alice now continued.
“I remember the arrival of the Integral. And I remember how you and mom responded when I...”
Alice couldn’t continue, Evelyn spoke up.
“When you had no idea how to live a real human life and assumed that nothing would have changed once you were on the ground at Eden. The first lecture to correct that error was a long one.”
“The whole process of correcting the damage was a long one.” Alice replied. “You and Mom had a lot of work to do on it.”
Evelyn could only nod in response.
“So what now?” He said.
“Well, it’s a bit early to send out the wedding invitations.” Alice replied.
“Yes, but it shouldn’t be too much trouble, we’ll be inviting Rand, the Heinleins, the Azimovs, Arthur Clarke and whoever he’s partnered with...”
“Dad, this will be the biggest social event of the century.”
“No it won’t, this will not be major event like a royal wedding.”
“No, I suppose not.” Said Alice.
And then she had another thought.
“And speaking of an actual royal wedding, can we warn Diana Spencer about what happened to her counterpart on the original timeline?”
“Sure, she clearly doesn’t deserve to be hooked up with that inbred moron the Prince of Wales.” Said Evelyn. “I wrote the letter warning LRH about that dickhead Miscavage, and you can write the letter to Diana about that dickhead Prince Charles and his mistress, what was her name?”
“Camilla. Yes I think it was Camilla.” Said Alice. “Okay, I’ll do that.”
It was time for lunch.
The Boatman’s had stepped right up behind Judith Grant in the mess line. And then Evelyn had a thought.
And no, it didn’t hurt.
He spoke to her.
“Judith?”
“Yes?”
Evelyn stepped up, took her in his arms, and kissed her. It was a deep and very adult kiss. And Judith felt like she was melting in his arms.
And when he stopped he spoke again.
“The answer is yes, I wanted to be clear on that.”
Suddenly everyone on the mess deck stood up and applauded.
Evelyn Boatman was sitting back at the work station in his quarters and had just finished updating the report on the visit of the Soviet delegation when there was an old fashioned knock on his cabin door.
“Come in!” He shouted.
The door opened and Judith Grant stepped in. As a proper gentleman Evelyn stood up.
“Is there a problem?” He said.
“I’m not sure,” she replied, “maybe.”
Evelyn made the gesture to Judith to take a seat near the work station in his cabin. Once they were seated he then asked the next question.
“So what happened?”
“I just finished reading Time Enough For Love by Robert Heinlein.”
Oh bugger. He thought. Of course when jumping to a conclusion I can be wrong.
“And?” He said.
“And I read the part of it titled The Tale Of The Adopted Daughter.”
He nodded.
Of course being right isn’t always a good thing, either. He thought.
“And what conclusion did you come to?”
“That I may have a problem.” She said.
Evelyn nodded and then asked the next question.
“Which is?”
“I want to be with you.” She said. “I want to marry you and live with you.”
He thought for a moment before responding.
“Apart from the issue of maturity I really can’t think of a reason to say no.”
She blinked. He continued his answer.
“Obviously no rational man will take advantage of a child, but once you’ve hit adulthood there shouldn’t be a problem. Do you understand?
“I think I do.” Judith replied. “I basically have to grow up?”
“On the psychological level, yes.” He said.
She nodded and then her face brightened.
“Yes.” She said.
“Was there anything else?” Evelyn asked.
“Um, no.” She said.
With the end of the discussion Judith would return to her cabin and Evelyn went directly to see Alice about the issue.
At Baikonur both Gorbachev and Leonov would go through a long debriefing on the mission. More than once the KGB Colonel had to suggest to a party member sitting in on the session that he should take a break. Three times he had to make the suggestion to a member more than once.
When Gorbachev mentioned that Boatman had dismissed Lenin as a psychopath the senior party member lit up and had to be physically removed from the room.
With the party man removed the Colonel shook his head.
“And how are we to do our jobs?” He said. “Our mission is to discover and record the facts but we are not to actually pass them on to our superiors?. And Boatman is not unique in this respect, when Lenin’s behavior is described to someone in the medical field without mentioning any clue as to his identity the doctor always comes to the conclusion that he is a psychopath. Every single time!”
Gorbachev was completely speechless at this point.
Aboard the Eagle Evelyn and Alice were having a discussion.
“So basically,” said Alice, “you just told her to grow up?”
“Yes.”
“And that’s all? No other grounds for rejection?”
“Why should there be?’
Alice was struck speechless.
Evelyn continued.
“Judith has essentially embraced reason and apart from the maturity issue why should I reject her? And in the intervening time she could find someone else to marry.”
“Not bloody likely.” Alice replied. “She won’t be looking for someone else, and neither will you. Face it Dad, you have this thing about diving in and solving problems, and this one just screamed and leaped at you.”
Evelyn knew that was an old science fiction metaphor but he couldn’t recall from what work.
Alice now continued.
“I remember the arrival of the Integral. And I remember how you and mom responded when I...”
Alice couldn’t continue, Evelyn spoke up.
“When you had no idea how to live a real human life and assumed that nothing would have changed once you were on the ground at Eden. The first lecture to correct that error was a long one.”
“The whole process of correcting the damage was a long one.” Alice replied. “You and Mom had a lot of work to do on it.”
Evelyn could only nod in response.
“So what now?” He said.
“Well, it’s a bit early to send out the wedding invitations.” Alice replied.
“Yes, but it shouldn’t be too much trouble, we’ll be inviting Rand, the Heinleins, the Azimovs, Arthur Clarke and whoever he’s partnered with...”
“Dad, this will be the biggest social event of the century.”
“No it won’t, this will not be major event like a royal wedding.”
“No, I suppose not.” Said Alice.
And then she had another thought.
“And speaking of an actual royal wedding, can we warn Diana Spencer about what happened to her counterpart on the original timeline?”
“Sure, she clearly doesn’t deserve to be hooked up with that inbred moron the Prince of Wales.” Said Evelyn. “I wrote the letter warning LRH about that dickhead Miscavage, and you can write the letter to Diana about that dickhead Prince Charles and his mistress, what was her name?”
“Camilla. Yes I think it was Camilla.” Said Alice. “Okay, I’ll do that.”
It was time for lunch.
The Boatman’s had stepped right up behind Judith Grant in the mess line. And then Evelyn had a thought.
And no, it didn’t hurt.
He spoke to her.
“Judith?”
“Yes?”
Evelyn stepped up, took her in his arms, and kissed her. It was a deep and very adult kiss. And Judith felt like she was melting in his arms.
And when he stopped he spoke again.
“The answer is yes, I wanted to be clear on that.”
Suddenly everyone on the mess deck stood up and applauded.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Opinion
Barack Obama should be strongly encouraged to resign the office of the President of the United States.
Yes, we all know that Joe Biden is an idiot, but quite frankly we're all tired of Obama's infallible god-king attitude. And Biden very likely will have sense enough to not provoke a military coup to restore the Constitution.
Yes, we all know that Joe Biden is an idiot, but quite frankly we're all tired of Obama's infallible god-king attitude. And Biden very likely will have sense enough to not provoke a military coup to restore the Constitution.
What The Hell?
I will begin by thanking Mark Urbin for posting this image on his tumblr site:
Of course comparing the the Republican party to the NSDAP is complete nonsense. Especially as the general doctrine of the Donks is essentially National Socialism without what could be called the Aryan frills.
Central to the depicted nonsense--and in particular the the final line--is the myth of the collective reality. In collective reality there is only the alleged view of the group and the specific person is denied the right to examine the facts for himself and to reach his own conclusion on the basis of those facts.
And as with all variants of collectivism the person is seen as a thing to be used for the alleged benefit of the collective. In this case the gay man is denied the right to identify himself as a Citizen of the United States and to rationally cast a ballot as an individual American Citizen.
And of course there is the implicit death penalty for the betrayal of the alleged homosexual collective. This was the case in history when individuals were executed for race treason under National Socialism and for class treason under Communism.
So what are your questions on this block of instruction?
Of course comparing the the Republican party to the NSDAP is complete nonsense. Especially as the general doctrine of the Donks is essentially National Socialism without what could be called the Aryan frills.
Central to the depicted nonsense--and in particular the the final line--is the myth of the collective reality. In collective reality there is only the alleged view of the group and the specific person is denied the right to examine the facts for himself and to reach his own conclusion on the basis of those facts.
And as with all variants of collectivism the person is seen as a thing to be used for the alleged benefit of the collective. In this case the gay man is denied the right to identify himself as a Citizen of the United States and to rationally cast a ballot as an individual American Citizen.
And of course there is the implicit death penalty for the betrayal of the alleged homosexual collective. This was the case in history when individuals were executed for race treason under National Socialism and for class treason under Communism.
So what are your questions on this block of instruction?
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Thought For The Day
The fact is that the self styled Progressives haven't had an original idea since the Old Stone Age, and that was the notion of assaulting or killing other people and taking their stuff. The fact is that the self styled Progressives are absolutely the worst kind of reactionaries.
And here is something I wrote five years ago:
The first violent crime was committed before the recording of history when some now nameless thug turned his spear, a tool created to feed and protect human beings, against another human being to take by violence something from that now nameless victim.
The fundamental crime of the Democratic Party is to turn the apparatus of government--at all levels, local, state, and federal--against the people that governments were created to protect, the productive citizens of a free and civilized nation.
The Democrats have rejected the principle of consent as the basis of the social and political order and have sought to materially and spiritually benefit from the coercion of the productive population. Their preferred method of obtaining power, the simple majority vote (or the claim of same) with no constitutional restraints on power obtained, is simply the exercise of brute force given a happy face.
They have appointed themselves a class of masters and condemned us, the citizens of the United States, to servitude to them. This is morally intolerable.
If our families and our nation are to have a future then the Democratic Party, and their bipartisan country club collaborators, must be permanently removed from office and rendered permanently impotent in the political sphere of action. And if this means that some of their dead bodies have to be dropped into the nearest convenient landfill with the rest of the garbage, then let us do it.
Yes, I know that cancer surgery and chemotherapy is rough, but the alternative is simply unacceptable. I believe that we should be no less ruthless in the effort to destroy the tyranny of the looters and to create a new rational political order for ourselves and our own children.
What are your questions on this block of instruction?
And here is something I wrote five years ago:
The first violent crime was committed before the recording of history when some now nameless thug turned his spear, a tool created to feed and protect human beings, against another human being to take by violence something from that now nameless victim.
The fundamental crime of the Democratic Party is to turn the apparatus of government--at all levels, local, state, and federal--against the people that governments were created to protect, the productive citizens of a free and civilized nation.
The Democrats have rejected the principle of consent as the basis of the social and political order and have sought to materially and spiritually benefit from the coercion of the productive population. Their preferred method of obtaining power, the simple majority vote (or the claim of same) with no constitutional restraints on power obtained, is simply the exercise of brute force given a happy face.
They have appointed themselves a class of masters and condemned us, the citizens of the United States, to servitude to them. This is morally intolerable.
If our families and our nation are to have a future then the Democratic Party, and their bipartisan country club collaborators, must be permanently removed from office and rendered permanently impotent in the political sphere of action. And if this means that some of their dead bodies have to be dropped into the nearest convenient landfill with the rest of the garbage, then let us do it.
Yes, I know that cancer surgery and chemotherapy is rough, but the alternative is simply unacceptable. I believe that we should be no less ruthless in the effort to destroy the tyranny of the looters and to create a new rational political order for ourselves and our own children.
What are your questions on this block of instruction?
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Starship Troopers
STARSHIP TROOPERS by Robert A. Heinlein (1959)
This is the subject of a paper I should have written in high school. Although if I had submitted it to the English teacher who taught the class on Science Fiction I very likely would have been crucified had I done so at the time.
Heinlein wrote the novel to be the part of the juvenile series of science fiction novels published by Scribners and as a response to pro-Soviet peace activism. In the novel a young man grows from a naive high school student to a junior officer in the army. The narrative of the novel also serves as the framework for a series of lectures about the nature of man, morals, war, and government. The most controversial concept in the novel is that not everyone should be allowed to vote. In the place of universal suffrage Heinlein proposed the idea that the legal status of Citizen, who is a member of the sovereign class of the nation with the authority to vote, has to be earned.
Then as now there were people who clearly didn’t understand the concept of government. Then as now there were those who sought to exploit the ignorance of the mere voter in order to obtain political power. And worse to obtain power without restraint. Heinlein had proposed the idea of earning the sovereign franchise as a filtering mechanism to prevent obvious fools--such as peace activists--from influencing government.
The idea of the restricted franchise is not new. In the Polis of Athens the franchise was restricted to property owning members of the tribe but there was no legal restraint on the state. As history had shown this led to dysfunctions such as legal murder of Socrates.
Although the descent into statism can be dated back to the expansion of the franchise it was the common acceptance of the notion of the unrestrained state that has brought about the current crisis.
Heinlein had an interesting notion but it was ultimately wrong.
This is the subject of a paper I should have written in high school. Although if I had submitted it to the English teacher who taught the class on Science Fiction I very likely would have been crucified had I done so at the time.
Heinlein wrote the novel to be the part of the juvenile series of science fiction novels published by Scribners and as a response to pro-Soviet peace activism. In the novel a young man grows from a naive high school student to a junior officer in the army. The narrative of the novel also serves as the framework for a series of lectures about the nature of man, morals, war, and government. The most controversial concept in the novel is that not everyone should be allowed to vote. In the place of universal suffrage Heinlein proposed the idea that the legal status of Citizen, who is a member of the sovereign class of the nation with the authority to vote, has to be earned.
Then as now there were people who clearly didn’t understand the concept of government. Then as now there were those who sought to exploit the ignorance of the mere voter in order to obtain political power. And worse to obtain power without restraint. Heinlein had proposed the idea of earning the sovereign franchise as a filtering mechanism to prevent obvious fools--such as peace activists--from influencing government.
The idea of the restricted franchise is not new. In the Polis of Athens the franchise was restricted to property owning members of the tribe but there was no legal restraint on the state. As history had shown this led to dysfunctions such as legal murder of Socrates.
Although the descent into statism can be dated back to the expansion of the franchise it was the common acceptance of the notion of the unrestrained state that has brought about the current crisis.
Heinlein had an interesting notion but it was ultimately wrong.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Thought For The Day
It was once said that the Emperor Nero fiddled as Rome burned.
What will be said about Barrack Obama?
What will be said about Barrack Obama?
Friday, November 07, 2014
Step Back - Part 34
Wednesday October 15, 1969
Low Earth Orbit
Mikhail Sergeyevich Gorbachev sat back and waited for the retro-rockets of the Soyuz spacecraft to fire.
What was he going to tell the Politburo? From their perspective this mission was a complete failure.
“The basic problem,” said Evelyn Boatman, “is that the doctrine of Communism is based on a clearly false concept of human life and of reality in general, and as such is absolutely doomed to failure. There is absolutely no other conclusion possible.”
“But what about all the lives sacrificed in the pursuit of the Communist ideal?”
“The fact is that all the suffering and deaths inflicted in the cause of Communism were completely pointless.” Boatman replied. “And in the long run the Communist state, in all manifestations, has to end.”
At this point in time it appeared that burning up on reentry wouldn’t seem to be a bad thing.
The Eagle was back under spin as she coasted back to geosynchronous altitude in the transfer orbit. In his role as the mission commander Boatman sat back at the work station in his quarters and read the various reports from the staff on the ground. That jackass of a county commissioner, a Democrat of course, didn’t get the message the first time and had to properly dealt with. And it appeared that the way things in general were going in the United States the idea of moving out to Ganymede and establishing a permanent base was looking better and better.
Why?
As with the Reds, the self-styled progressives and liberals in the United States believed they had an excuse to use force to obtain their goals on the ground. The idea that their victims had the right to live by their own rational judgement as well as the right to the products of their own thought and labor was simply irrelevant to them. As with the Reds, the Democrats and Progressives in general simply saw common people as things to be used. The control and usage of common people was to be brought about through fraud if possible and by force if necessary.
In The Reformation the practice of using people and otherwise profiting through political force was brought to an abrupt end. From coast to coast in the United States there were mass graves filled with the dead bodies of the Users. There was simply no other option at that time.
In the primary timeline The Reformation was brought about in part because the virtual monopoly on the mass media held by the Users had been broken by the Internet. But at the present time even the military communications system that was constructed for nuclear warfighting which served as the foundation of the Internet simply didn’t exist.
Could the Users be brought down now?
Boatman simply had no idea, but it was now time for dinner.
It was late in the night when Senator Kennedy personally answered the door of his Washington residence. The man he let in was a long standing supporter of the Kennedy Family in the publishing business from decades back.
Geoffrey Warren spoke softly.
“So Ted, what’s the big hush-hush about?”
Kennedy answered.
“Geoff, I’ve just been given a copy of a book that was originally published in the future, and the story that it tells is nothing less than appalling.”
He handed Warren the copy of The Concept Of Government. Warren opened it as Kennedy continued to speak.
“This is the unexpurgated version.” He said. “It covers the extermination of our party in the future and those responsible for it.”
Warren looked up with shock.
“Yes.” Said Kennedy. “Our party will be wiped out and that book names those who will do it.”
“So what do you want me to do?” Said Warren.
“What I want,” said Kennedy, “is for copies of that book to be printed and distributed to our people, and it must be done secretly, can you do it?”
Geoffrey Warren nodded.
“Yes, I can do it.”
“And it must be an exact copy,” said Kennedy, “even the typos must be included.”
Warren open the book to the inside cover and pointed to the number stamped inside.
“Does that include this number?”
“Yes,” Kennedy replied, “it has to mean something.”
“Okay,” said Warren, “I’ll do it.”
In the White House President Nixon read the report on the visit on the Soviet visit to the Eagle. It had essentially gone off without any problems. The mission commander gave his guests a tour of the ship, including the main drive room, along with a brief explanation of the technologies. The Russians even got to view the quantum singularity that was the heart of the ship.
Or at least the visual effects of the gravitational distortion it generated by its very existence.
And then there was the dinner. It was as close to a formal meal that could be served in free fall as the Soyuz spacecraft had been brought aboard and the ship could not be spun for internal gravity as a result.
And at the end the Soviet delegation was told that the Uptimers could do nothing for a invalid social order. Absolutely nothing at all.
What Brezhnev and the rest of the Politburo would think about this could only be guessed.
And then there was the latest incident in Nevada. A dumbass politician, a Democrat of course, tried to put the legal squeeze on the Uptimers. And the Uptimers responded with their usual exercise of deadly force.
One would think that the folks on the other side of the aisle would notice that the Uptimers had a standard response to their nonsense. But then the folks on the other side really weren’t in the habit of actual thought.
Or so it would appear.
Low Earth Orbit
Mikhail Sergeyevich Gorbachev sat back and waited for the retro-rockets of the Soyuz spacecraft to fire.
What was he going to tell the Politburo? From their perspective this mission was a complete failure.
“The basic problem,” said Evelyn Boatman, “is that the doctrine of Communism is based on a clearly false concept of human life and of reality in general, and as such is absolutely doomed to failure. There is absolutely no other conclusion possible.”
“But what about all the lives sacrificed in the pursuit of the Communist ideal?”
“The fact is that all the suffering and deaths inflicted in the cause of Communism were completely pointless.” Boatman replied. “And in the long run the Communist state, in all manifestations, has to end.”
At this point in time it appeared that burning up on reentry wouldn’t seem to be a bad thing.
The Eagle was back under spin as she coasted back to geosynchronous altitude in the transfer orbit. In his role as the mission commander Boatman sat back at the work station in his quarters and read the various reports from the staff on the ground. That jackass of a county commissioner, a Democrat of course, didn’t get the message the first time and had to properly dealt with. And it appeared that the way things in general were going in the United States the idea of moving out to Ganymede and establishing a permanent base was looking better and better.
Why?
As with the Reds, the self-styled progressives and liberals in the United States believed they had an excuse to use force to obtain their goals on the ground. The idea that their victims had the right to live by their own rational judgement as well as the right to the products of their own thought and labor was simply irrelevant to them. As with the Reds, the Democrats and Progressives in general simply saw common people as things to be used. The control and usage of common people was to be brought about through fraud if possible and by force if necessary.
In The Reformation the practice of using people and otherwise profiting through political force was brought to an abrupt end. From coast to coast in the United States there were mass graves filled with the dead bodies of the Users. There was simply no other option at that time.
In the primary timeline The Reformation was brought about in part because the virtual monopoly on the mass media held by the Users had been broken by the Internet. But at the present time even the military communications system that was constructed for nuclear warfighting which served as the foundation of the Internet simply didn’t exist.
Could the Users be brought down now?
Boatman simply had no idea, but it was now time for dinner.
It was late in the night when Senator Kennedy personally answered the door of his Washington residence. The man he let in was a long standing supporter of the Kennedy Family in the publishing business from decades back.
Geoffrey Warren spoke softly.
“So Ted, what’s the big hush-hush about?”
Kennedy answered.
“Geoff, I’ve just been given a copy of a book that was originally published in the future, and the story that it tells is nothing less than appalling.”
He handed Warren the copy of The Concept Of Government. Warren opened it as Kennedy continued to speak.
“This is the unexpurgated version.” He said. “It covers the extermination of our party in the future and those responsible for it.”
Warren looked up with shock.
“Yes.” Said Kennedy. “Our party will be wiped out and that book names those who will do it.”
“So what do you want me to do?” Said Warren.
“What I want,” said Kennedy, “is for copies of that book to be printed and distributed to our people, and it must be done secretly, can you do it?”
Geoffrey Warren nodded.
“Yes, I can do it.”
“And it must be an exact copy,” said Kennedy, “even the typos must be included.”
Warren open the book to the inside cover and pointed to the number stamped inside.
“Does that include this number?”
“Yes,” Kennedy replied, “it has to mean something.”
“Okay,” said Warren, “I’ll do it.”
In the White House President Nixon read the report on the visit on the Soviet visit to the Eagle. It had essentially gone off without any problems. The mission commander gave his guests a tour of the ship, including the main drive room, along with a brief explanation of the technologies. The Russians even got to view the quantum singularity that was the heart of the ship.
Or at least the visual effects of the gravitational distortion it generated by its very existence.
And then there was the dinner. It was as close to a formal meal that could be served in free fall as the Soyuz spacecraft had been brought aboard and the ship could not be spun for internal gravity as a result.
And at the end the Soviet delegation was told that the Uptimers could do nothing for a invalid social order. Absolutely nothing at all.
What Brezhnev and the rest of the Politburo would think about this could only be guessed.
And then there was the latest incident in Nevada. A dumbass politician, a Democrat of course, tried to put the legal squeeze on the Uptimers. And the Uptimers responded with their usual exercise of deadly force.
One would think that the folks on the other side of the aisle would notice that the Uptimers had a standard response to their nonsense. But then the folks on the other side really weren’t in the habit of actual thought.
Or so it would appear.
Friday, October 31, 2014
Step Back - Part 33
Wednesday October 15, 1969
Nevada Desert
Robert Fisher was driving his own Kentworth tractor-trailer truck on a two-lane highway crossing the Nevada desert. He was carrying a load of corrugated sheet steel to the surface base of the Uptimers. Even though he was a Minnesota resident this was where the work was and the fact that he was an independent owner-operator was also a factor in his continued employment. The Uptimers continued their flat out refusal to hire anyone connected to a union, especially the Teamsters.
He was still ten miles out from the front gate of the base when a county sheriff's car came up behind his unit and started flashing the lights. Bob decided to pull over but as he did he hit the panic button on the GPS unit installed in the tractor as instructed by the Uptimers. Unless there was another emergency to deal with the alert squad of Rangers would shortly come out.
After both vehicles came to a full stop the deputy sheriff walked up to truck.
He spoke to Fisher.
“Sir, do you know why you were pulled over?”
“No.”
“You were speeding.”
Fisher shook his head.
“Deputy,” he said, “I’m carrying too much weight to be speeding.”
The deputy was clearly upset that Fisher had rebuked him.
“My radar gun says you were speeding!”
The GPS unit beeped. Fisher briefly turned to read the text message on the screen. The alert squad of Rangers was on the way.
He decided to talk the deputy out of this nonsense before the Rangers showed up.
“Deputy,” he said, “this tractor unit is fitted with a Global Positioning System unit.”
“So what?”
“The GPS was developed on the original timeline by the United States Navy to precisely track the position and speed of ballistic missile submarines. The People from the future brought a full set of GPS satellites and ground units with them in case they had to do work on the Earth. And according my GPS tracker I wasn’t speeding.”
The deputy was now visibly angry. He pulled out his service revolver.
“Get out of the truck! Now!”
Suddenly there were two sonic booms. The deputy looked up in shock.
Fisher spoke again.
“Deputy, I called for assistance from the Uptimers, you should place the gun on the ground and your hands on top of your head.”
The deputy raised his revolver higher and shouted again.
“GET OUT OF THE TRUCK! NOW!”
There was a sudden flash of light. Fisher looked down and saw that apart from the skull, spinal column and rib cage, which had turned to carbon, every part of the deputy above the pelvis had been turned to smoke.
“Shit.” He said.
Fisher had seen similar but far bloodier fatal injuries inflicted by the Communists on his fellow Marines in the Korean War.
The four Rangers stepped out of the squad lander as it slowly passed over the site. The landing jets on the suits slowed their descent to landing. The squad leader bounced up to where Fisher was parked. He then opened his helmet to speak.
“Damn.” He said. “He asked for it.”
“He was clearly not paying attention, Sergeant Burnette.”
Fisher could see the name and rank of the Ranger printed in black on the front of the suit. The insignia used straight chevrons similar to those used by the Israelis, but in this case the rank of Staff Sergeant was indicated by four stripes.
“Okay,” said Staff Sergeant Burnette, “this idiot pulls you over for speeding even though you weren’t, and then pulls his weapon on you when you argued with him.”
“Yes,” said Fisher, “and he got real upset when the lander and the gunship appeared.”
“Dumb,” said Burnette, “a real prereformation cop, a really stupid prereformation cop.”
Bob Fisher could only nod. He had not yet read the full story on The Reformation but from what little information he had it was clearly a cleanup of a serious mess.
Burnette looked about before speaking again.
“What we can do is this, we can have the squad lander and gunship fly overhead and my guys can ride on the trailer the rest of the way to the base.”
“That’ll work.” Fisher replied.
In his office Senator Edward Kennedy received a visitor. Douglas Green was employed by the Republican National Committee in Washington. But for some reason he needed to speak to the senator immediately and in private.
“So what is this about?” Said Kennedy.
“You’ve heard about the publication of The Concept Of Government?”
“Yes,” said Kennedy, “I’ve been told that it’s a load of fascist trash”
“There’s an unexpurgated version being distributed within the Republican Party. And it’s worse than that--much worse.”
Green opened a small brown paper bag like those used by certain bookstores, pulled out a copy of a soft cover book, and handed it to Kennedy. The title was the same but the name of the author was clearly printed on the cover.
The author was named Allen Keller.
“In what way is this version worse?” Kennedy asked.
Green answered.
“This version gives a clear history of the event the Uptimers call The Reformation, basically the extermination of the Democratic Party. And it gives the identity of those who carried it out, including the founder of the successor state, The Federation.”
“And who carried out the murders and founded this so-called federation?”
“The then sitting governor of the state of Minnesota, John Andrew March.”
As Kennedy paged through the copy he didn’t notice the four digit number stamped on the inside of the cover. And he had absolutely no clue that there was a printed computer chip incorporated into the spine of the book.
His thought at the time was that something would have to be done about those monsters.
At the Ground Base in Nevada Lieutenant March was meeting with Bob Fisher.
“Bob, when was the last time you went home to see your family?’
“About a month ago, why?”
“Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to leave the area until things calm down. According to my list here we have a load going outbound to Minneapolis. Interested/”
Fisher nodded.
“Yes.” He said.
“Okay, it’s going out tomorrow to Honeywell.”
At that moment a message popped up with a beep on her desktop screen.
March spoke again.
“Bob, I have to meet with someone, can you go out the side door?”
“Yes.”
Once Fisher was clear of her office she pressed down on the intercom button.
“Okay, bring him in.”
Two Rangers dragged a bound and gagged man in mock western attire into the office and dropped him on the floor. He was a member of the county board. March walked around her desk and bent down to pull off the piece of duct tape from his mouth.
She then spoke.
“So what do you have to say for yourself?”
He spat back.
“You fucking bitch!”
“Really,” she replied, “do you understand the concept of courtesy, let along the meaning of the word No?”
“You have nothing on me, bitch!”
“On the contrary, the county sheriff was very clear when he said that you ordered the harassment of truckers making deliveries here.”
“That lying son of a bitch!”
March shook her head.
“No. It’s amazing how truthful someone can be when a gun is placed directly on the forehead. Your effort to get a piece of our action has only annoyed us and resulted in the death of one of your deputies. Needless to say it has to end.”
“You bitch! You won’t get away with this!”
“I’m not getting away with anything.” She calmly relied.
Lieutenant March then drew her sidearm, a M1911A1, and placed a single round in the commissioner’s head.
And then came the paperwork.
Nevada Desert
Robert Fisher was driving his own Kentworth tractor-trailer truck on a two-lane highway crossing the Nevada desert. He was carrying a load of corrugated sheet steel to the surface base of the Uptimers. Even though he was a Minnesota resident this was where the work was and the fact that he was an independent owner-operator was also a factor in his continued employment. The Uptimers continued their flat out refusal to hire anyone connected to a union, especially the Teamsters.
He was still ten miles out from the front gate of the base when a county sheriff's car came up behind his unit and started flashing the lights. Bob decided to pull over but as he did he hit the panic button on the GPS unit installed in the tractor as instructed by the Uptimers. Unless there was another emergency to deal with the alert squad of Rangers would shortly come out.
After both vehicles came to a full stop the deputy sheriff walked up to truck.
He spoke to Fisher.
“Sir, do you know why you were pulled over?”
“No.”
“You were speeding.”
Fisher shook his head.
“Deputy,” he said, “I’m carrying too much weight to be speeding.”
The deputy was clearly upset that Fisher had rebuked him.
“My radar gun says you were speeding!”
The GPS unit beeped. Fisher briefly turned to read the text message on the screen. The alert squad of Rangers was on the way.
He decided to talk the deputy out of this nonsense before the Rangers showed up.
“Deputy,” he said, “this tractor unit is fitted with a Global Positioning System unit.”
“So what?”
“The GPS was developed on the original timeline by the United States Navy to precisely track the position and speed of ballistic missile submarines. The People from the future brought a full set of GPS satellites and ground units with them in case they had to do work on the Earth. And according my GPS tracker I wasn’t speeding.”
The deputy was now visibly angry. He pulled out his service revolver.
“Get out of the truck! Now!”
Suddenly there were two sonic booms. The deputy looked up in shock.
Fisher spoke again.
“Deputy, I called for assistance from the Uptimers, you should place the gun on the ground and your hands on top of your head.”
The deputy raised his revolver higher and shouted again.
“GET OUT OF THE TRUCK! NOW!”
There was a sudden flash of light. Fisher looked down and saw that apart from the skull, spinal column and rib cage, which had turned to carbon, every part of the deputy above the pelvis had been turned to smoke.
“Shit.” He said.
Fisher had seen similar but far bloodier fatal injuries inflicted by the Communists on his fellow Marines in the Korean War.
The four Rangers stepped out of the squad lander as it slowly passed over the site. The landing jets on the suits slowed their descent to landing. The squad leader bounced up to where Fisher was parked. He then opened his helmet to speak.
“Damn.” He said. “He asked for it.”
“He was clearly not paying attention, Sergeant Burnette.”
Fisher could see the name and rank of the Ranger printed in black on the front of the suit. The insignia used straight chevrons similar to those used by the Israelis, but in this case the rank of Staff Sergeant was indicated by four stripes.
“Okay,” said Staff Sergeant Burnette, “this idiot pulls you over for speeding even though you weren’t, and then pulls his weapon on you when you argued with him.”
“Yes,” said Fisher, “and he got real upset when the lander and the gunship appeared.”
“Dumb,” said Burnette, “a real prereformation cop, a really stupid prereformation cop.”
Bob Fisher could only nod. He had not yet read the full story on The Reformation but from what little information he had it was clearly a cleanup of a serious mess.
Burnette looked about before speaking again.
“What we can do is this, we can have the squad lander and gunship fly overhead and my guys can ride on the trailer the rest of the way to the base.”
“That’ll work.” Fisher replied.
In his office Senator Edward Kennedy received a visitor. Douglas Green was employed by the Republican National Committee in Washington. But for some reason he needed to speak to the senator immediately and in private.
“So what is this about?” Said Kennedy.
“You’ve heard about the publication of The Concept Of Government?”
“Yes,” said Kennedy, “I’ve been told that it’s a load of fascist trash”
“There’s an unexpurgated version being distributed within the Republican Party. And it’s worse than that--much worse.”
Green opened a small brown paper bag like those used by certain bookstores, pulled out a copy of a soft cover book, and handed it to Kennedy. The title was the same but the name of the author was clearly printed on the cover.
The author was named Allen Keller.
“In what way is this version worse?” Kennedy asked.
Green answered.
“This version gives a clear history of the event the Uptimers call The Reformation, basically the extermination of the Democratic Party. And it gives the identity of those who carried it out, including the founder of the successor state, The Federation.”
“And who carried out the murders and founded this so-called federation?”
“The then sitting governor of the state of Minnesota, John Andrew March.”
As Kennedy paged through the copy he didn’t notice the four digit number stamped on the inside of the cover. And he had absolutely no clue that there was a printed computer chip incorporated into the spine of the book.
His thought at the time was that something would have to be done about those monsters.
At the Ground Base in Nevada Lieutenant March was meeting with Bob Fisher.
“Bob, when was the last time you went home to see your family?’
“About a month ago, why?”
“Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to leave the area until things calm down. According to my list here we have a load going outbound to Minneapolis. Interested/”
Fisher nodded.
“Yes.” He said.
“Okay, it’s going out tomorrow to Honeywell.”
At that moment a message popped up with a beep on her desktop screen.
March spoke again.
“Bob, I have to meet with someone, can you go out the side door?”
“Yes.”
Once Fisher was clear of her office she pressed down on the intercom button.
“Okay, bring him in.”
Two Rangers dragged a bound and gagged man in mock western attire into the office and dropped him on the floor. He was a member of the county board. March walked around her desk and bent down to pull off the piece of duct tape from his mouth.
She then spoke.
“So what do you have to say for yourself?”
He spat back.
“You fucking bitch!”
“Really,” she replied, “do you understand the concept of courtesy, let along the meaning of the word No?”
“You have nothing on me, bitch!”
“On the contrary, the county sheriff was very clear when he said that you ordered the harassment of truckers making deliveries here.”
“That lying son of a bitch!”
March shook her head.
“No. It’s amazing how truthful someone can be when a gun is placed directly on the forehead. Your effort to get a piece of our action has only annoyed us and resulted in the death of one of your deputies. Needless to say it has to end.”
“You bitch! You won’t get away with this!”
“I’m not getting away with anything.” She calmly relied.
Lieutenant March then drew her sidearm, a M1911A1, and placed a single round in the commissioner’s head.
And then came the paperwork.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Another Story
For a time I was writing a space opera based on the Classic Traveller role playing game system. I also incorporated the philosophy of Objectivism.
I have just posted the existing text on an alternative history site.
An Incomplete Space Opera.
I have just posted the existing text on an alternative history site.
An Incomplete Space Opera.
Monday, October 27, 2014
Step Back - Part 32
Starship Eagle
In Geosynchronous Orbit
The hanger was sealed and repressurized. The Soyuz spacecraft had been secured to the deck. To Boatman’s eyes it was clearly a relic of an ancient day. The green fireproof nomex fabric that covered the reentry and mission modules of the spacecraft gleamed in the light of the hangar deck.
The Ranger honor guard in their deep green dress uniforms had secured their feet to the deck with grip shoes. Both Alice and Judith as well as captain sterling were wearing communication headsets that were linked to the cluster of supercomputers that controlled the Eagle. For this event the headsets included a small speaker which would broadcast the translation of individuals speech in Russian. Evelyn alone was not wearing a headset.
The loudspeakers blared.
“Soviet Visitors, arriving.”
As if this were the signal to act the docking hatch of the mission module opened and the two men floated forth into the hangar.
Both Leonov and Gorbachev had changed to their mission uniforms for the meeting. Upon their egress in free fall Boatman spoke to them clearly in Russian.
“Welcome gentlemen to the starship Eagle, I am Evelyn Boatman.”
“You speak Russian?” Said Gorbachev.
“Yes, Mikhail Sergeyevich.” Boatman replied. “This vessel was originally designed to cross interstellar space at one fifth the speed of light. With acceleration and braking the journey to Alpha Centauri would take about twenty five years. As you can imagine this gives a new meaning to the concept of boredom. As I had time to catch up on some reading I chose to read Tsiolkovsky and Korolev in the original Russian.”
“And Lenin?” Gorbachev asked.
“No,” said Boatman, “of course not, I leave psychotics to the correct professionals.”
“Of course.” Gorbachev replied.
Boatman then stepped with the grip shoes towards Leonov and extended his hand.
“Cosmonaut Leonov,” he said, “it is an honor to meet you, sir.”
Leonov took and shook Boatman’s hand.
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome” He replied. “Allow me to introduce these good people. First this is Captain Dennis Sterling, the commander of the Eagle.”
Captain Sterling nodded and put forth his hand to be shook. Cosmonaut Leonov and Gorbachev responded in kind.
“This is my adopted daughter, Doctor Alice Boatman.”
Alice said the word, “Hello.” This was translated into Russian and transmitted back by her communications set.
“Hello Doctor Boatman.” Said Cosmonaut Leonov. Gorbachev had simply said, “Hello.”
And Boatman made the last introduction.
“And this is Judith Grant, she is presently receiving treatment for some severe injuries she received on the ground.”
Both of the Russians had read of the incident in Dallas. And both decided at that point to simply nod.
Boatman then looked at the Soyuz spacecraft and spoke to Leonov.
“You’re flying with the standard heat shield on this mission?”
“Yes.” Leonov replied.
Boatman frowned and shook his head.
“While Russians do tend to be a bit conservative in engineering you still have more energy to bleed off during reentry from this altitude.” He said. “Would you accept a ride down to a lower orbit before attempting reentry?”
“Yes.” Said Leonov. “We would.”
“Yes.” Said Gorbachev.
“Of we’ll have to secure the spacecraft to the deck, with your permission.” Said Boatman.
“Of course.” Leonov replied.
“And while that is taken care of, we could do a short tour of the ship.”
“That would be good.” Said Cosmonaut Leonov.
“Yes, thank you.” Said Gorbachev.
After a set of grip shoes had been issued to the cosmonauts, the group made their way to the main engine room.
“And this is the primary control station for the Quantum Singularity Drive. “ Said Boatman.
He brought up and image on the primary large flat screen monitor. The grey image showed an grid with a distortion at the center.
Boatman spoke.
“What you are seeing on this image is not the singularity itself but the distorting effect of the gravitational pull.”
Gorbachev spoke.
“A physicist at Moscow University told us that you have recreated the gravitational effects of a frozen star on the subatomic level.”
“Essentially, yes.”
Gorbachev had used the Russian term for the phenomena. The English term Black Hole translated directly into Russian was unfortunately and commonly used as a rude anatomical reference.
Leonov then spoke.
“If I under stood the concept correctly you generate usable energy by dropping matter into the singularity?”
“Yes,” Boatman replied, “protons and electrons in the process of being gravitationally merged into neutrons give off photons which in turn are used to heat up normal matter. Which then leads to this...”
Boatman changed the image on the screen to a diagram of the larger drive section.
“...in the normal rocket mode for insystem propulsion at lower velocities we use ordinary hydrogen for the reaction mass, but for interstellar flight we scoop the mass from outside of the ship.”
“As in the Bussard Ramjet?” Said Leonov.
“Yes, but there are some difficulties.” Boatman replied.
“I’m sorry.” Said Gorbachev, “but what is a Bussard Ramjet?”
To Gorbachev the mission commander’s face had taken on the appearance of a university lecturer who had just joyously discovered a dullard in his classroom. Unfortunately for Gorbachev the dullard was him.
Boatman spoke.
“The ramjet was proposed as a means of starship propulsion by Doctor Robert Bussard, in this the system would magnetically scoop the hydrogen in interstellar space and use it as fuel for a fusion rocket. But there were two basic problems with the concept. The first is that artificial thermonuclear fusion requires neutrons in the nucleus of the fuel. Thus our use of Deuterium and Helium-3 as fusion fuels. The second is that maximum velocity of the system is limited to the exhaust velocity of the rocket motor. Which on the Eagle is twenty percent of the speed of light. Now this configuration of the system is generally known as the Ram Augmented Interstellar Rocket.”
Cosmonaut Leonov had a question.
“As I understand it, Hydrogen is magnetically neutral, so how can it be magnetically scooped up?”
“Good question,” said Boatman, “In our system we use a laser to separate the electrons from the proton core. So the protons are then scooped in and used as the reaction mass.”
Leonov nodded. Boatman then looked at his watch.
“And it appears to be time for dinner.”
In Geosynchronous Orbit
The hanger was sealed and repressurized. The Soyuz spacecraft had been secured to the deck. To Boatman’s eyes it was clearly a relic of an ancient day. The green fireproof nomex fabric that covered the reentry and mission modules of the spacecraft gleamed in the light of the hangar deck.
The Ranger honor guard in their deep green dress uniforms had secured their feet to the deck with grip shoes. Both Alice and Judith as well as captain sterling were wearing communication headsets that were linked to the cluster of supercomputers that controlled the Eagle. For this event the headsets included a small speaker which would broadcast the translation of individuals speech in Russian. Evelyn alone was not wearing a headset.
The loudspeakers blared.
“Soviet Visitors, arriving.”
As if this were the signal to act the docking hatch of the mission module opened and the two men floated forth into the hangar.
Both Leonov and Gorbachev had changed to their mission uniforms for the meeting. Upon their egress in free fall Boatman spoke to them clearly in Russian.
“Welcome gentlemen to the starship Eagle, I am Evelyn Boatman.”
“You speak Russian?” Said Gorbachev.
“Yes, Mikhail Sergeyevich.” Boatman replied. “This vessel was originally designed to cross interstellar space at one fifth the speed of light. With acceleration and braking the journey to Alpha Centauri would take about twenty five years. As you can imagine this gives a new meaning to the concept of boredom. As I had time to catch up on some reading I chose to read Tsiolkovsky and Korolev in the original Russian.”
“And Lenin?” Gorbachev asked.
“No,” said Boatman, “of course not, I leave psychotics to the correct professionals.”
“Of course.” Gorbachev replied.
Boatman then stepped with the grip shoes towards Leonov and extended his hand.
“Cosmonaut Leonov,” he said, “it is an honor to meet you, sir.”
Leonov took and shook Boatman’s hand.
“Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome” He replied. “Allow me to introduce these good people. First this is Captain Dennis Sterling, the commander of the Eagle.”
Captain Sterling nodded and put forth his hand to be shook. Cosmonaut Leonov and Gorbachev responded in kind.
“This is my adopted daughter, Doctor Alice Boatman.”
Alice said the word, “Hello.” This was translated into Russian and transmitted back by her communications set.
“Hello Doctor Boatman.” Said Cosmonaut Leonov. Gorbachev had simply said, “Hello.”
And Boatman made the last introduction.
“And this is Judith Grant, she is presently receiving treatment for some severe injuries she received on the ground.”
Both of the Russians had read of the incident in Dallas. And both decided at that point to simply nod.
Boatman then looked at the Soyuz spacecraft and spoke to Leonov.
“You’re flying with the standard heat shield on this mission?”
“Yes.” Leonov replied.
Boatman frowned and shook his head.
“While Russians do tend to be a bit conservative in engineering you still have more energy to bleed off during reentry from this altitude.” He said. “Would you accept a ride down to a lower orbit before attempting reentry?”
“Yes.” Said Leonov. “We would.”
“Yes.” Said Gorbachev.
“Of we’ll have to secure the spacecraft to the deck, with your permission.” Said Boatman.
“Of course.” Leonov replied.
“And while that is taken care of, we could do a short tour of the ship.”
“That would be good.” Said Cosmonaut Leonov.
“Yes, thank you.” Said Gorbachev.
After a set of grip shoes had been issued to the cosmonauts, the group made their way to the main engine room.
“And this is the primary control station for the Quantum Singularity Drive. “ Said Boatman.
He brought up and image on the primary large flat screen monitor. The grey image showed an grid with a distortion at the center.
Boatman spoke.
“What you are seeing on this image is not the singularity itself but the distorting effect of the gravitational pull.”
Gorbachev spoke.
“A physicist at Moscow University told us that you have recreated the gravitational effects of a frozen star on the subatomic level.”
“Essentially, yes.”
Gorbachev had used the Russian term for the phenomena. The English term Black Hole translated directly into Russian was unfortunately and commonly used as a rude anatomical reference.
Leonov then spoke.
“If I under stood the concept correctly you generate usable energy by dropping matter into the singularity?”
“Yes,” Boatman replied, “protons and electrons in the process of being gravitationally merged into neutrons give off photons which in turn are used to heat up normal matter. Which then leads to this...”
Boatman changed the image on the screen to a diagram of the larger drive section.
“...in the normal rocket mode for insystem propulsion at lower velocities we use ordinary hydrogen for the reaction mass, but for interstellar flight we scoop the mass from outside of the ship.”
“As in the Bussard Ramjet?” Said Leonov.
“Yes, but there are some difficulties.” Boatman replied.
“I’m sorry.” Said Gorbachev, “but what is a Bussard Ramjet?”
To Gorbachev the mission commander’s face had taken on the appearance of a university lecturer who had just joyously discovered a dullard in his classroom. Unfortunately for Gorbachev the dullard was him.
Boatman spoke.
“The ramjet was proposed as a means of starship propulsion by Doctor Robert Bussard, in this the system would magnetically scoop the hydrogen in interstellar space and use it as fuel for a fusion rocket. But there were two basic problems with the concept. The first is that artificial thermonuclear fusion requires neutrons in the nucleus of the fuel. Thus our use of Deuterium and Helium-3 as fusion fuels. The second is that maximum velocity of the system is limited to the exhaust velocity of the rocket motor. Which on the Eagle is twenty percent of the speed of light. Now this configuration of the system is generally known as the Ram Augmented Interstellar Rocket.”
Cosmonaut Leonov had a question.
“As I understand it, Hydrogen is magnetically neutral, so how can it be magnetically scooped up?”
“Good question,” said Boatman, “In our system we use a laser to separate the electrons from the proton core. So the protons are then scooped in and used as the reaction mass.”
Leonov nodded. Boatman then looked at his watch.
“And it appears to be time for dinner.”
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Step Back - Part 31
Tuesday, October 14, 1969
Baikonur Cosmodrome, USSR
Mikhail Gorbachev could hear the engines of the first stage fire at about ten seconds from the end of the countdown. At the point of zero the clamps holding the Proton launcher and the Soyuz payload to the pad let go. Gorbachev felt his weight multiply by an order of magnitude as the rocket lifted from the pad.
Aboard the Kite in orbit above the Eastern Hemisphere a sensor operator spoke up.
“Captain, we have a major launch at Baikonur.”
“Let's see.” Lieutenant Siekmann said as he floated from the command seat over to the sensor station.
It was the Proton launcher they had been tracking. At first it only had a standard shroud for an unmanned payload installed on it. Then it had been brought back from the launchpad to the assembly hall. The Proton was then returned to the pad with the payload shroud for a Soyuz orbiter on it.
Now the Soviets were actually launching it.
“Very good.” Siekmann said as the first stage of the Proton dropped off. “Let's continue to track it.”
In discussion it was speculated that the initial payload may have been a weapon. With the launch of a Soyuz it appeared that the Soviets had second thoughts about a hostile act and were now attempting a contact mission.
On the command deck of the Eagle the Soyuz spacecraft was also being tracked.
Judith Grant was also watching the proceedings on the command deck. She was doing so while standing up, having recovered sufficiently enough to do so.
“So who would be aboard it?” She asked.
“Good question.” Evelyn replied. “The command pilot should be Alexi Leonov, he's now the senior cosmonaut since Gagarin died, I have no idea who would be in the second seat.”
“No idea at all?”
“Well it wouldn't be any member of the Politburo. Remember, the Communist leadership as a general rule sees other people as something to be used, not one of them will risk their own necks on a contact mission no matter how desperate the situation on the ground may appear. Under the circumstances they'll send someone up who may be up and coming in their system but is still expendable. At this point I could only guess who it is and the guess would likely be wrong.”
Judith nodded. Evelyn then spoke again.
“But the fun part will be the question of how do they get back down?”
“Doesn't the Soyuz have a heat shield?”
“Yes, but it was designed for reentry from a low orbit. A reentry from this altitude would have more energy to bleed off and would require a heavier heat shield.”
Judith nodded in thought and then spoke.
“So if they are using their standard heat shield the Russians would need a ride home?”
“Yes.” Evelyn smiled as he replied.
President Nixon was notified of the launch. He was also told that the Uptimers had the situation under control.
Both men had remained in their pressure suits during the flight to high orbit. Gorbachev patiently waited and kept his hands to himself as the Soyuz approached the Eagle. He had no idea how to read the gauges aboard the spacecraft and touched nothing because he wanted to avoid a fatal foul up.
“Damn...” Said Leonov. “There was just a jump in neutron readings, then it’s gone.”
“What does it mean?” Said Gorbachev.
“No idea, it could be natural.” Said Leonov. “But I would seriously reconsider any plans for fatherhood.”
Suddenly an unfamiliar voice in Russian spoke over the ground to space communications channel.
“Soyuz spacecraft, this is the starship Eagle, do you copy?’
Leonov answered.
“Yes Eagle, we copy.”
“Very good, as we do not have a docking port that is compatible with the Soyuz we wish to bring you aboard through one of our landing craft airlocks, will that be a problem?”
Leonov turned to look at Gorbachev. Gorbachev looked back and shook his head.
“No, Eagle” Said Leonov. “That will not be a problem.”
On the command deck Boatman turned to Captain Sterling.
“Right, do it as we planned.”
In the mission control center in Moscow the Mission Director listened as Leonov sent a progress report on the contact with the Uptimers. But then a mid-level Party Man who was sent to supervise the mission suddenly jumped up and shouted.
“No!” He shouted. “No! Stop the docking! It is forbidden to surrender state secrets!”
“What state secrets?” Said the Mission Director.
“The Soyuz spacecraft! It’s at the front line of Soviet technology!”
The Mission Director and others in the room shook their heads.
“There has already been a discussion on this. The Star People are from the 24th Century, to them the Soyuz is a historic relic, and there are no state secrets to preserve.”
A KGB Colonel in uniform in the mission control center then spoke.
“Comrade, They are using Thermonuclear Fusion as the power source for their auxiliary generators. And their primary power plant uses the effects of a frozen star at the microscopic level to generate thrust and power.”
The Colonel was assigned to the project to understand the Uptimers and had read the translated transcript of the 60 Minutes broadcast. He then asked a friend at Moscow University to explain the concept of the Quantum Singularity.
“You may as well classify the plans for an old winter sleigh.” He said. “In any case, perhaps you should take a break from the stress of this situation.”
The way the Colonel had phrased it was an order and not a suggestion. The Party Man looked at the two junior KGB officers who had just stood up behind the Colonel.
“Perhaps, I should.” The party man replied.
Baikonur Cosmodrome, USSR
Mikhail Gorbachev could hear the engines of the first stage fire at about ten seconds from the end of the countdown. At the point of zero the clamps holding the Proton launcher and the Soyuz payload to the pad let go. Gorbachev felt his weight multiply by an order of magnitude as the rocket lifted from the pad.
Aboard the Kite in orbit above the Eastern Hemisphere a sensor operator spoke up.
“Captain, we have a major launch at Baikonur.”
“Let's see.” Lieutenant Siekmann said as he floated from the command seat over to the sensor station.
It was the Proton launcher they had been tracking. At first it only had a standard shroud for an unmanned payload installed on it. Then it had been brought back from the launchpad to the assembly hall. The Proton was then returned to the pad with the payload shroud for a Soyuz orbiter on it.
Now the Soviets were actually launching it.
“Very good.” Siekmann said as the first stage of the Proton dropped off. “Let's continue to track it.”
In discussion it was speculated that the initial payload may have been a weapon. With the launch of a Soyuz it appeared that the Soviets had second thoughts about a hostile act and were now attempting a contact mission.
On the command deck of the Eagle the Soyuz spacecraft was also being tracked.
Judith Grant was also watching the proceedings on the command deck. She was doing so while standing up, having recovered sufficiently enough to do so.
“So who would be aboard it?” She asked.
“Good question.” Evelyn replied. “The command pilot should be Alexi Leonov, he's now the senior cosmonaut since Gagarin died, I have no idea who would be in the second seat.”
“No idea at all?”
“Well it wouldn't be any member of the Politburo. Remember, the Communist leadership as a general rule sees other people as something to be used, not one of them will risk their own necks on a contact mission no matter how desperate the situation on the ground may appear. Under the circumstances they'll send someone up who may be up and coming in their system but is still expendable. At this point I could only guess who it is and the guess would likely be wrong.”
Judith nodded. Evelyn then spoke again.
“But the fun part will be the question of how do they get back down?”
“Doesn't the Soyuz have a heat shield?”
“Yes, but it was designed for reentry from a low orbit. A reentry from this altitude would have more energy to bleed off and would require a heavier heat shield.”
Judith nodded in thought and then spoke.
“So if they are using their standard heat shield the Russians would need a ride home?”
“Yes.” Evelyn smiled as he replied.
President Nixon was notified of the launch. He was also told that the Uptimers had the situation under control.
Both men had remained in their pressure suits during the flight to high orbit. Gorbachev patiently waited and kept his hands to himself as the Soyuz approached the Eagle. He had no idea how to read the gauges aboard the spacecraft and touched nothing because he wanted to avoid a fatal foul up.
“Damn...” Said Leonov. “There was just a jump in neutron readings, then it’s gone.”
“What does it mean?” Said Gorbachev.
“No idea, it could be natural.” Said Leonov. “But I would seriously reconsider any plans for fatherhood.”
Suddenly an unfamiliar voice in Russian spoke over the ground to space communications channel.
“Soyuz spacecraft, this is the starship Eagle, do you copy?’
Leonov answered.
“Yes Eagle, we copy.”
“Very good, as we do not have a docking port that is compatible with the Soyuz we wish to bring you aboard through one of our landing craft airlocks, will that be a problem?”
Leonov turned to look at Gorbachev. Gorbachev looked back and shook his head.
“No, Eagle” Said Leonov. “That will not be a problem.”
On the command deck Boatman turned to Captain Sterling.
“Right, do it as we planned.”
In the mission control center in Moscow the Mission Director listened as Leonov sent a progress report on the contact with the Uptimers. But then a mid-level Party Man who was sent to supervise the mission suddenly jumped up and shouted.
“No!” He shouted. “No! Stop the docking! It is forbidden to surrender state secrets!”
“What state secrets?” Said the Mission Director.
“The Soyuz spacecraft! It’s at the front line of Soviet technology!”
The Mission Director and others in the room shook their heads.
“There has already been a discussion on this. The Star People are from the 24th Century, to them the Soyuz is a historic relic, and there are no state secrets to preserve.”
A KGB Colonel in uniform in the mission control center then spoke.
“Comrade, They are using Thermonuclear Fusion as the power source for their auxiliary generators. And their primary power plant uses the effects of a frozen star at the microscopic level to generate thrust and power.”
The Colonel was assigned to the project to understand the Uptimers and had read the translated transcript of the 60 Minutes broadcast. He then asked a friend at Moscow University to explain the concept of the Quantum Singularity.
“You may as well classify the plans for an old winter sleigh.” He said. “In any case, perhaps you should take a break from the stress of this situation.”
The way the Colonel had phrased it was an order and not a suggestion. The Party Man looked at the two junior KGB officers who had just stood up behind the Colonel.
“Perhaps, I should.” The party man replied.
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