Warning: Non-Badoogle Language Ahead. Appropriate Terminologies Used To Describe All Tenderloin Creatures. Proceed At The Risk Of Angering All Queer Propaganda In Your Head.
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This is the Tenth Anniversary of the ... COMPLETE AND TOTAL DESTRUCTION OF ANY SO-CALLED 'FEDERAL AUTHORITY' ON PLANET EARTH.
Ten years ago today -- five toootally deeeranged Naked Monkeys In A Cage (in Wash This Death City) took a shit in their cage and expected the Human Species to eat it.
Because those (less superior than anyone else) shitheads thought they were godlings, they were all shocked speechless when only Queers like themselves ate their shit.
To make a long and putrid story short, little did those retards know what they had done to the hollow and wretched Politics Game that they existed in. On that day, the five monkeys tried to kill off all forms of Marriage and replace it with 'Queer and Phony Marriage-Hatred' (their stuff). Instead, all Federal Authority ceased to exist in the Known Universe. And that is how it remains to this day. That is how it will always remain. There can be no reversal back to the pathetic and fake authority that was.
AND -- to make their failure more complete -- today, the tenth anniversary, the turds that they tried to kill the Human Species for (including themselves of course) are flopping all over the country like deflated balloons operated by lunatic baboons. Queer Propaganda has crash dived into the ground, hard. Not only has their usury of the forever-greedy and perverted Monkey Judges failed miserably and brought destruction upon the Queered Legal Profession forever -- but now their dipshit Queer Propaganda campaign of lies has hit an all-time rock bottom.
The scum that get their marching orders from the Huffingbutt's Post (Ministry of Queer Propaganda) claim that 'Corporate America' loves the Deviates! According to them, all Corporate America is enthralled by and mesmerized by the charms and glories and splendors of Queer Fakery.
Except the numbers say 'That is Queershit'.
Very recently I checked many dozens of Internet websites looking for any that would spit Queer Propaganda out of the screen; and would repeat the worthless tripe and forever-lying rhetoric of the Deviates; and show twisted images of things ruined by the false colors of the Deviates. Dozens and dozens and dozens of websites I looked at -- all night. Guess how many websites I found that had been warped and sickened by Queer Propaganda ...
1000?
500?
100?
50?
10?
No, 6. Six. Out of hundreds. In fact I got tired of looking for more, so many were NOT queered. And, some that had been queered five years ago were now clean and humanoid.
The dead websites that I found were ...
WALGREENS
seldom went there anyway because it was disorganized and coupons were always wrong
ACCUWEATHER
now attackyouweather
TARGET/BARFIT
has been barfit for many years
cannot imagine going into a barfit for any reason
FORRID
(known in prehistoric times as ford)
(yes____i have always been right about them)
now you know
those construction weevils in their abominations are all fairies
not cute
KOHLS
never go there anyway--too irrelevant
KUM AND GO
being replaced by another company, only went there for 91 octane, I am putting that place on a ten year banishment (until 2033)
what happened to homo queerpoo? (home depot)
what happened to frito-lays?
they are not showing the putrid false colors of the PPPP(minus the many Humans they have already killed)
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WHAT A FLOP
WHAT A LIE
WHAT A FAILURE
WHAT QUEERSHIT
WHAT FAKERY
WHAT NONSENSE
WHAT MENTAL DISEASE
enough
it is beneath my dignity to continue
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In recognition of this momentous occasion of Total Deviate Failure, I would like to announce the newest Identity of any Thing that exists within one of the horrific Queer Coalition Bladders.
And as always -- it is about their most precious properties (to them) -- Where The Sun Never Shines ...
THEIR NEW FILTHY MONKEYS!!!!!!!!!!
Anus? No longer.
Asshole? No Longer.
Butthole? No Longer?
Brain Case? No Longer?
Henceforth -- this sick-sick-sick and most important part of their twisted anatomies is forever -- THEIR FILTHY MONKEYS!!!!!!!!!!
radio knobs not needed
eyeballs not needed
you never see their hideous faces anyway
Henceforth, all Mandatory Anus Worship, as practiced by all slaves of the Lesie-Turds, will be renamed 'Filthy Monkey Worship'. All former anuses of the PPPP(-) are now their 'Filthy Monkeys'. To turn on an FM Radio is to hear assholes shrieking anyway. Henceforth, to be a Queer is forever to have a Filthy Monkey for an asshole. Whenever -- wherever -- one of those sick-sick-sick liars uses its butt hole it is using its Filthy Monkey Face.
Do they have their heads up their Filthy Monkeys?
Answer: Always. It is Law in Mordor.
Now every shithead that watches TV or Votes has lost its Anus--which is now its Filthy Monkey.
All Wise-Asses of the PPPP(-) have now lost their asses to one of their worst weapons of Queer Propaganda -- the Filthy Monkeys of the FM radio band. From Idiot's Asshole to Filthy Monkey Face. From Non-Humanity to Filthy Monkey. Anything that is 'Filthy Monkey' is instantly 'Asshole'.
Forever.
enough
it is beneath my dignity to continue
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on to other matters of Human interest ...
i think i will have hot chili peppers in tabasco sauce for lunch ...
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Gee Golly! I seem to have some notes here about these interesting developments ...
1. Long Range Glasses make wonderful breasts appear to be even larger.
Ooops.
that is for another topic
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1. The Trashblender Medias may alternatively be referred to as the 'Trashbender Medias' and/or the Trashcreator Medias' and/or the 'Trashdementer Medias' and/or the 'Trashelevator Medias' and/or the 'Trashflinger Medias' and/or the 'Trashghetto Medias' and/or 'Trashheaper Medias' and/or 'Trashidentity Medias' and/or ...
you get the idea.
2. The False Sense of Security tapes at the Filthy Monkey sewers still exist, and have yet to be abandoned. The Filthy Monkeys cannot realize that their worthless efforts cannot keep the slaves in the Queer Coalition Bladders fooled. The Bladders leak in both directions.
3. The Queer and Sick Internet Censors (QSIC) should have compiled the many pictures of Real Females that they have stolen from many websites by now. Those collections of pictures, erased from many websites but saved by the QSIC, should be up for sale to Rich Monkey Judges, Owners and Operators of Forrid Abominations, and ButtUgly Windmill Imperials this summer.
4. Major General Gerald Lloyd-Verney was one of the Commanding Generals of the British 7th Armored Division (The Desert Rats) while it was fighting in Europe. The more the division fought its way across Europe towards Berlin the more it suffered battle fatigue and became lax and/or lazy. About this Lloyd-Verney said -- “There is no doubt that familiarity with war does not make one more courageous. One becomes cunning and from cunning to cowardice is but a short step.”
I can paraphrase Lloyd-Verney about the so-called 'General Public' (which resembles a herd of volley balls by this time).
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There is no doubt that propaganda and lies do NOT make one more courageous about being a Volley Ball.
There is no doubt that acquisition of luxuries and materialism do NOT make one more courageous about being a Volley Ball.
There is no doubt that stupid jokes and gossip do NOT make one more courageous about being a Volley Ball.
There is no doubt that economic security and backstabbing fellow workers does NOT make one more courageous about being a Volley Ball.
There is no doubt that loss of identity and media worship does NOT make one more courageous about being a Volley Ball.
There is no doubt that brain mincing and fantasies do NOT make one more courageous about being a Volley Ball.
There is no doubt that dependency upon Heroes and heavy betting do NOT make one more courageous about being a Volley Ball.
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One becomes stupid and from there to cowardice is but a short step.
One becomes comfortable and from there to cowardice is but a short step.
One becomes complacent and from there to cowardice is but a short step.
One becomes corrupted and from there to cowardice is but a short step.
One becomes critical and from there to cowardice is but a short step.
One becomes superficial and from there to cowardice is but a shallow step.
One becomes depressed and from there to cowardice is but a short step upwards.
5. One minute in the same closet with ten leering faggots will take one year off of your life. Look at what it has done to Rattlesnake Joe. In another year that old fossil will only be able to eat dinosaur bones.
6. Queer Forridism has reached Nazi Proportions with the Fairy Weevils of the Construction Religion buying more and more imitation trucks from Forrid. This summer is starting to stink like ten leering faggots in the same closet. Ford IS a Queer Idea, for Queer Weevils.
7. The so-called cities of the Mass Volley Balls are actually their prisons. Made to control them in. Who could send them to prison camps? They already live in Prison Camps.
8. I have never seen so many bouncing freaks trying to act and stink like the 'Average Republican Backstabber' in my entire life. Personally, I think the Mass Volley Balls and the RepuCraps deserve each other.
9. Many times in my life I have gone to new lands that were naturally beautiful, only to find that the societies there were poisoned by a few crawling and lying and scheming and backstabbing and murdering vermin of Politics and Perverts.
This is what happens when a entire land of People becomes the prisoner of animals that are weak-brained and stupid, and easily poisoned by a social disease such as the Trashspreader Medias. In each instance I have wondered what would have happened to that land if an intelligent animal had come to inhabit it. The results of my thinking have led me to realize that in all likelihood such a land would be a marvelous place to live in; and I have seen some examples in my life of lands that were (are) inhabited by intelligent animals with enough common sense to ignore mental diseases such as Politics, Queerism, and Medias. But such a People in such a land must always defend themselves against attacks by the sick animals of other lands that are greedy and diseased and weak-brained and trained in Public/Political Schools to be vicious (or brainless) and murderous, and to worship the Trashblender Medias. Having ruined the lands that they already infest, they are always ordered by the Shit Agenda to attack any other land that is not likewise diseased and ruled by the same scum as the Same Trashbender Medias etc.
What would New Jersey have been if no DemoQueers had invaded it?
What would Nacotchtank on the Anacostia River have become, if the White Niggers had not dumped Wash This Death City there?
What would the homelands of the Ohlone People have become if the White Trash had not heaped up Satan's Fresca (full of perverts) on the peninsula there; as a Queer-sucking orgy of course?
[[What would have happened if the Disgustipedia entry for 'San Francisco' had not been written by a veteran Queer-sucking Orgy Umpire? Satan trained.]]
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At this juncture I think it would be propitious of me, certainly precocious and even presumptuous, to include some celebratory (and cerebral) Fiction-In-The-Service-Of-NonFiction:
I must explain something. Back in the last century when I was investigating the rumors and reports of hideous monsters at a place called 'Missoula' -- now Misbegotten in Mordor -- I was already planning some stories to write during my off times, between investigations. I was, and still am, a compulsory writer.
I have found a variety of means by which I can avoid the plague of all Literatures -- Writer's Block. I have diversified my creative talents into mediocre drawings, wearing frog suits in the shower, talking to my neighborhood squirrels (who always buzz back at me), repairing anything mechanical that I can get my hands on, and growing flowers. That frog part is an inside joke. I put myself into the lives of my characters when I write and one of my favorite creations is in a very large book (which I might give out) in which there is an assassin who is a frog. However, he needs a constant stream of water poured over him at all times, even when he is stalking a victim, which makes his assassinations quite difficult, for him. Nonetheless, he is considered one of the most prolific of all Galactic Assassins. He is NOT in this outline.
At Misbegotten, I completed a few of those outlines, but I found so many real monstrosities at Misbegotten that were a terrible threat to the rest of the world that I never got the chance to actually write one of the stories. However, during the time that I was at Misbegotten, the monstrosities there found out that I could write. The things found out that I was planning writings. The things found the beginning sketches to a story that I was planning about a gigantic starship.
The Lesie-turds at the so-called 'English' suppository of the Inversity of Mordor -- situated at Misbegotten -- and the faggots that ran the local newsrag (all Deviates) decided that I knew too much about their plans to take over Mordor; and to turn it into a training grounds for Killer Queers. The things also decided that since I could write, I was doubly dangerous to their Shit Agenda. I had to be killed. They did everything they could to kill me, including orders to all of their trained monkeys to kill me.
To make a long and bizarre true story short, I escaped. The things panicked when they saw that I was escaping and attempted to prevent my leaving -- with all of my information about their Shit Agenda. I escaped anyway, to Satan's Fresca of all places.
With the information.
With the story outlines.
With the sketches.
True Story.
Since then, I have taken the sketches and redrawn them on computers. I have not tried to redraw the original design. I think if I were to start that story line now I would draw something different. As you know my drawing abilities are miserable. But the sight of them and the fact that I was a writer freaked out the monstrosities of Misbegotten, Mordor anyway. Ever since I left Mordor, the Deviates have been trying to prevent my writings. One attempt was to label me as the 'Worst Person On Earth' after I escaped Mordor -- so no one would ever read what I wrote about their Shit Agenda.
You can take it from there, where you can find the Worst Things On Earth.
I am now going to give to all of you two of the sketches that I have made about that story line -- about the gigantic spaceship. Plus, my outline notes which I have finalized from the originals that I took out of Mordor with me. I have incorporated the spaceship into some of my later story lines ... but this is for you. I am giving to you the outline, so that YOU CAN WRITE STORIES BASED ON THIS OUTLINE.
I know that most of you are not writers, but I have spent fourteen years teaching my readers how to think. So .......... by now you should be able to do something with your brains that no lesie-turds would ever want you to do. Imagine. Question. Evaluate. Think.
If you cannot write, then imagine what it would be like if this story line were true. You will quickly find that your imagination will be working against the swine and filthy scum that suck on the Shit Agenda. Which is why the lesie-turds at Misbegotten and their newsrag faggots wanted this story to die.
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Wait for it ...
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05/28/04
Time Has Come To Start A File On The Zyrodartox.
The Zyrodartox Has Existed For Decades Prior To This Entry. First Archive Mentions Date From 1990 On Double-Density. First Paper Sketches Date From Mordor.
The Vessel Was Created To Be A Universe Spanning Traveler, With Specific Missions To Reach Nearby Galaxies And Carry Out Investigations For Its Creators, And Is Home To The Species Which Migrated En Mass To The Building Sites And Subsequently Took Permanent Habitations Inside The Ship Itself, Existing Nowhere Else.
The Zyrodartox Is An Incredible Starship Built Over Centuries Of Effort By Thirty-Two Intelligent Species Of A Dwarf Galaxy Attached To Our Milky Way. Designed By The Rulers Of That Dwarf Galaxy Known By God As ‘The One Species’ -- One Of The Most Incredible Species Known To Inhabit The Universe.
The Diameter Of Our Star System Is 86 To 100 AU Units. 1 AU Unit Equals 92,956,000 Miles. Therefore Our Solar System Diameter Is Between 7,994,216,000 And 9,295,600,000 Miles Depending Upon The Limit Of The Central Star's Magnetic Field. Where Interstellar Space Begins.
The Diameter Of Our Star Is 865,000 Miles.
The Diameter Of The Earth Is 7,926 Miles +/- Mordor.
The Zyrodartox Uses A Rotating Crystal-Like Lattice Structure (Spheroid) Of Real Stars For Its Power Source – Each Star Is Of Medium Size And About 1 Million Miles Across In Diameter – Each Star Is From The Ship's Original Dwarf Galaxy – This Requires A Star Chamber In Which The Spheroid Network Of Stars Revolves, Which Has To Be At Least Thirty-Six Million Miles Across.
At This Time I Expect The Overall Length Of The Zyrodartox To Be In The Neighborhood Of 188 Million Miles From End Of Tail To The Far Tip Of Her Needle Nose.
She Is Basically A Delta-Winged Starship In The Shape Of A Flying Wedge, With Massive Wings And Rear-Mounted Engines. She Has A Wide Set Of Dual Tail Fins Also Delta Shaped, And A Huge Sweeping Rear Tail Section. Indeed Her Tail Begins At Her Nose. All Along The Dorsal Side Of The Zyrodartox There Is No Level Plane. From The Nose To The Far Ends Of Her Tail There Is An Ever-Increasing Slope. The Slope Begins Gently In The Forward Sections But Increases As It Traverses Towards The Far Rear Of The Ship – However The Tail Is Not Disproportional To The Overall Ship – In Fact It Looks Just Right – Huge – But Just Right. Along This Sloping Dorsal Tail Are Incredible Habitation Domes Designed For Special Native Species That Require Such Expanses, Held Up On Beautifully Sculptured Pedestals. Towards The Front Of The Ship The Forward Dome Is Somewhat Low To The Fuselage, But They Are Spread Out Along The Dorsal Tail Fin At Elevations That Make Each Successive Dome Able To Look Completely Over The Dome In Front Of It.
Along The Central Axis Of The Zyrodartox Is A Tunnel Of Unbelievable Sizes (plural) Called ‘The Golden Corridor’ – Which Holds In Place A Road That Is One Hundred Thousand Miles Wide, That Stretches From The Forward Nose Section Of The Ship To The Far Aft Star Chamber, Millions Of Miles Away. The Golden Corridor Is An Immense Cylindrical Structure With The 'Golden Road' Running Along Its Lowest Aspect. The Golden Corridor Alone Possesses Enough Forests And Oceans And Mountain Ranges And Deserts And Plains Lands And Grasslands And Glaciers And Fresh Water Lakes And Agricultural Lands (On Many Levels) To Amply House And Feed A Population Of Fifty Billion Inhabitants. However The Golden Corridor Was Designed Strictly For Recreation And Is Not A Living-Quarters For Any Of The ‘Builder Species’. Having Said This Officially, Conditions Exist All Throughout The Golden Road That Require Vast Populations Of Workers And Merchants And Officials And Service Personnel To Live On The Road Itself, Primarily As Gypsies Or Merchants Or Nomads. It Is The Single Most Gigantic 'Trading Casbah' Known To Exist, With Room Along Its Length For A Thousand Cities Of 'Algiers' On A Thousand Hills Overlooking A Thousand Seas.
The Zyrodartox Was Constructed Using An Amazingly Simple Philosophy – “If You Do Not Have A Machine Big Enough To Build What You Want To Build Then Build A Bigger Machine – Which Itself Can Build Another Bigger Machine – Which Itself Can Build Another Bigger Machine – Which Itself Can Build Another Bigger Machine – Which Itself Can Build Another Bigger Machine – Which Itself Can Build Another Bigger Machine – Which Itself Can Build Another Bigger Machine – Which Itself Can Build Another Bigger Machine. Until Your Far Millennial Descendants Have At Their Command Building Machines Which Are Large Enough To Build What You Have All Wanted To Build From The Beginning”.
On Board The Zyrodartox Are Smaller Replicas Of The Main Ship – They Are Used For Close-Order Exploration And Travel Within Star Systems As The Main Ship Is Usually Too Large For Inner Star-System Travel. These Lesser Vehicles Are Called The 'Zyrodartox Infantes'.
The Zyrodartox Is Capable Of Speeds Exceeding That Of Light Naturally, Otherwise She Would Just Be A Massive Floating Barge. Which In Essence Is What She Became, A Massive Floating Barge. Designed To Reach Neighboring Galaxies, She Was En Route To 'Dwingeloo' As Ordered By The 'One Species' When An Interstellar War Broke Out Among The So-Called Intelligent Species Of Our Main Galaxy.
To Quell The Violence Levels Of What Became A Galactic Civil-War, The Zyrodartox Was Recalled To The Milky Way, Never To Leave Again. The Contentions Of The Civil-War Were Based On Trade Agreements (Broken) And Trade Monopolies (Huge And Oppressive). To Make A Long Bloodbath Short, Loaded With Millions Of 'Intelligent-Interest Stories', To End The War The Zyrodartox Was Pressed Into Service As A Galaxy-Circling Trade Vessel With Many Planetary Stops At The Homes Of Intelligent Species, That Demanded Trading Rights And Access To All Other Intelligent Species Within The Galaxy. With No Monopolies.
Monopolies Anger All Intelligent Species – Apparently.
She Currently Rotates Within The Boundaries Of This Galaxy, Stopping Outside Of The Star Systems Of The Home Planets Which Are Ruled By Members Of The New Trading Alliance. At Each Stop The Current 'Host' Member Brings Great Quantities Of Trade Goods Out To The Ship, On Floating Planetoids. The Undercarriage Of The Zyrodartox Is Fitted With Ports Large Enough For Planets.
Within The Golden Corridor Are The Warehouses And Representatives Of Hundreds Of Other Trading Planets, Waiting To Barter And Trade And Argue About Merchandise, Food Stuffs, Import Items, And The Exports From The Current Host. Thus, The Zyrodartox Became The First And Largest Of Twenty Trading Ships, And Peace Was Restored Under The Auspices Of A Supposedly Representative Central Government Called 'The Galactic Council'.
The Zyrodartox Contains The Entire Environments Of Thirty-Two Intelligent Species From The Original Dwarf Galaxy Of Her Origin. As All Business Activity And Storage Is Contained Within (Or Attached To) The Golden Corridor, The Great Bulk Of The Ship Is The Living Quarters For The Thirty-Two Native Species, And Never Seen By Anyone Else.
Gravity Is The Great Energy Source Of The Zyrodartox And The Key To Her Existence. The 'One Species' Were Masters At The Usage And The Shaping And Control Of Gravity, In Many Forms. Gravity Provides The Propulsive Power For The Ship, All Lighting And Energy Conversions, All Environmental Conditioning, And The Protective Shields Of The Ship, Which Are Invisible To Humans But Not To Some Of Her Native Species.
All Native Species Are Expert Navigators And Pilots And Alternate As Command Crews Between Home Planets, No Matter What Their Composition Or Environmental Requirements. All Thirty-Two Species Native To The Zyrodartox Live Exclusively Within The Ship As Species, But Their Embassies And Delegations Are In Place On Each Home Trading Planet, Exposing Them To The Curiosities Of All Intelligent Species And Thus They Have Become Known To All.
The Original Weaponry Of The Zyrodartox Were Never Removed And Still Function.
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Of The Thirty-Two, Or The 'Natives', One Was More Beloved Than All Others. Their Physical Appearance Was Typical Considering The Available Varieties, They Had The Overall General Appearance Of Fuzzy Teddy Giraffe-Bears With Tallish Necks And Bright Wide Eyes And A Permanent Smile Stitched Onto Their Faces By A Mad-Cap Puppeteer. Their Ears Were Long And Tall, Their Noses Were Largish And Pointed, Their Arms Were Longer In The Front, Their Torsos Were Slightly Chubby And Furry Like Bears, And Their Hind Legs Were Shorter And Powerful. Each Foot Had Six Toes, With Two Opposing Thumbs. This Allowed Them To Manipulate And Dissect And Repair Just About Anything Mechanical That They Were Small Enough To Reach, Making Them Exceedingly Popular In The Zyrodartox And Much Wanted As Technical Workers.
To This Add Their Species-Wide Adherence To Love. They Loved Everybody. They Hated No One. They Did Not Possess The Capacity For Negative Emotions. They Were Helpers, Assistants, Builders, Craftsmen, Designers, Architects, And Excellent Surgeons Capable Of Working On All Of Their Fellow 'Natives'. They Utterly Lacked Any Abilities At War. Hostility Was Unknown Among Them And They Usually Settled All Disagreements With Peace Talks. Occasionally They Would Engage In Physical Contests To Determine The Right Or Wrong Of Arguments, But Their Rituals Of Combat Were So Exhausting And Cerebral That The Combatants Always Gave Up And Fell To The Ground In Exhaustion Rather Than Causing Harm To Each Other. Add To This Their Inherent Desire To Make All Lifeforms Feel Better. Each Of Them Was Born With A DNA Helix That Was Packed With One Imperative, To Help Others. This They Managed To Do In Many Ways Without Offending Anyone.
In Thirty-One Different Languages They Were Called 'The Love Ones', In Thirty-One Different Ways. Interestingly All 'Natives' Knew As Many Of The Names For 'The Love Ones' As They Could Pronounce. Of Course, They Lived Inside Of The Zyrodartox And Their Exposure To The Galaxy Was Limited. This Limitation Was A Problem For Everyone In The Zyrodartox. They Had Become Accustomed To Getting Their News About Galactic Events From The Many Representatives Of The Host Planets Which They Visited Each Cycle Of Their Circuit. This Made Them Unawares Of Certain Realities.
Nestled In The Second North Spiral Arm Of The Galaxy Is The Double Star System Known As 'Dictionarus-Commes Thesaurus'. It Is A Very Stable System. Dictionarus Is Substantially Larger But Commes Thesaurus Rotates Quickly For A Binary Star Duo, Adding To The Stability. A Double Star Is Not A Likely Choice For The Administrative Center Of Any Galaxy, But This One Was. Around It, In An Orbital Path That Was 180 Degrees Out From The Axis Of The Rotation Of The Two Stars, Were Eight Planets In A Single Course. They Followed Each Other At 45 Degree Intervals, Put There By Nature (God). They Were Known Collectively As The 'Eight Systems' And They Were The Hub Of A Huge Amount Of Galactic Transportation, As Well As The Seat Of The 'Galactic Council'.
I See No Way To Describe The Members Of The Galactic Council Other Than As Follows:
>Very Similar To The Carthaginian Senate Of Our Own Ancient History. Quarrelsome. Selfish. Opportunistic. Superior. Dishonest.
>Comprised Of Thirty Members. An Oligarchy. Unaware That The Number 'Thirty' Is Always A Death Sentence To Oligarchies.
>Three Members Each From The Most Prominent 'Big Ten' Intelligent Species Of The Galaxy.
>Jealous Of Their Privileged Status, As The Quest To Become A 'Big Ten' Species Is Keenly Fought For Across The Disc Of The Galaxy.
>Never At Peace. Never Can Be At Peace. Their Respective Species Are Always Vying For Power Positions And Extra Privileges, And Trying To Disable Or Destroy Opposing Triads In Favor Of Threesomes From Species More Friendly To Their Own Goals And Causes.
>Ostensibly Ruled By The 'Inner Ten'. One Each From Each Species Of The Oligarchy.
>Expansionistic. To Cease Developing The Galaxy Is Seen By All Other Contenders As Weakness.
>Not Amused. They Shun All Attempts Towards Population Representation Except By The Means Of The 'Big Ten'. If You Are Not A Species Of The 'Big Ten' Then You Must Appeal To Those Species For Any Assistance Or Welfare Or Advanced Technologies. Unless You Purchase Them Via The Galactic Trading System Which The Zyrodartox Is A Part Of, And Which The Council Tries To Limit Whenever Possible. Hence, Fully 30% Of All Trade Transactions Carried Out In The Golden Corridor Are Black Market.
>They Are Literally A Monopoly. An Authority Monopoly, That Was Created To Stop A Dreadful Galactic War That Was Started By The Oppressions Caused By Unchecked Trade Monopolies. Hence, The Outcome Of The War Was The Creation Of A Central Monopoly, In Place Of A Decentralized Arrangement Of Lesser Monopolies. Many Of Which Harbor Very Powerful Ill Winds Towards The Council Monopoly.
>In An Attempt To Take The Spotlights Of Discontent Off Of Their Own Nefarious Hides, They Decided To Cause A Large-Scale Diversion. A Mock War, That Might Fool Many Species Into Believing It Is Real. The False Participants Would All Be In The Employ Of The Council, And The Battles Would Take Place At Non-Essential Planets Where Former Lesser Monopoly Warlords Live. It Would Be Seen As A Large Dispute Between Aging Warlords For Territory. Many Planets Would Suffer Terribly And There Would Arise A Great 'Hue And Cry' For Peace. All Eyes Will Look To The Council For Salvation. Making The 'Thirty' Very 'Nifty And Swiftly' With Their Miraculous Repression Of The Untidy And Mean Fight Between The Awful Warlords. Those Bad Warlords!
>Basking In Their New Suntans, The Thirty Will Add More Controlling Regulations And Restrictions To The Everyday Lives Of All Inhabitants Of The Galaxy, Further Tightening The Grip Of Their Total Authority Over The Galactic Masses.
>Except For One Thing. The Trade Ships. The Twenty Trade Ships Regularly Circle Through The Galaxy, And Have No Such Regulations Or Restrictions From The Council. The Original Council Set The Independence Of The Trade Ships Into Law, And The Galactic Constitution. This Has Been A Bone Of Hatred And Contention And Fear Among The Members Of All Successive Councils. The Trade Ships Must Be Neutralized For The Duration Of The Mock War. This Particularly Applies To The Zyrodartox Which Carries Enough Armaments To Destroy The Entire Eight Systems. The Other Trade Ships Were Built Without Offensive Weapons.
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This Combination Of Facts Lead To The Deliberate Diseasing Of The Entire Complement Of The Zyrodartox By Agents Of The Council. All Quarantine Systems Were Sabotaged By The Assassins From The Council, And The Disease (A Lethal Combination As Virulent As Several Bubonic Plagues Combined) Was Unleashed Upon The Thirty-Two Native Species, And Upon All Passengers. The Outbreak Of Diseases Was Staged Just After The News Was Transmitted Across The Galaxy That Old Warlords Were Causing Terrible Destruction In Several Sectors, And It Was Spreading To Neighboring Sectors.
Everyone On The Zyrodartox Was Stricken By The Diseases Except Those In The Command And Navigation Module, In The Very Front Of The Ship. That Contingent Of That Species, In Command At The Time, Was Spared Due To Extra Quarantine And Isolation Measures. Subsequently The Ship Remained In Control Instead Of Becoming Random And Colliding With A Star. In That Command Module Were Three Zyrodartox Infantes, By Coincidence, And A Visiting Army Of Zitaussians. Being Zitaussians, They Were Usually Immune To Any Diseases Which Strike Red-Blooded Lifeforms. To Make A Spectacular Story Short, The Zitaussians (Insectoid) Apprehended And Interrogated A Group Of The Council Agents Who Were Trying To Desert The Ship, Having Poisoned Everyone. After Typical And Gruesome Tortures The Council Agents Spat Out The Truth About The Conspiracy With Their Last Breaths.
It Took Months For The Natives To Recover From The Soup Of Diseases That Had Been Injected Into Their Worlds. During This Time The Mock War Grew Larger In Proportions And The Zyrodartox Could Not Be Ordered By Any Field Marshals To Intervene.
Instead, The Zitaussians Intervened. Sending Army Groups Measuring In The Billions Of Soldiers They Counter-Attacked The Hot Zones Of The Mock War And Brought All Combats To A Bloody Halt, Having No Appreciation For Red Blood To Begin With. They Then Claimed All Such Combat Zones As New Zitaussian Territories. Both Events Shocked The Council And Ruined Their Plans. They Immediately Claimed That The Zitaussians Were Raiders And Privateers And Outlaws. The Council Called A War Session And Declared That A State Of War Now Existed Between The Eight Systems (And All Loyal Species), Versus The Zitaussians. This Is One Of The Most Rare Occasions In History When Red-Blooded Animals Claim To Have Seen Zitaussians Laugh.
At The Zyrodartox, News Of The Outcomes Of The Mock War Arrived At The Same Time That It Was Realized That One Of The Native Species Had Suffered More Than All Others Combined, And It Was 'The Love Ones'.
They All Died.
Without Exception, And Horribly.
Remnants Of Their Species Still Lived As Emissaries And Representatives On Many Trading Planets, But 99.9999 Percent Of The Species Was Now Dead, Inside The Zyrodartox.
The Only Parallel That I Can Think Of In Earth-Terms Is As Though Suddenly And Horribly All Four-Footed Animals On Earth Were Exterminated, Except For Those In Zoos. No Matter What It Was, Any Species That Walked On Four Feet Was Killed All Over Earth. By Aliens.
The Reaction Within The Zyrodartox Exceeds All Descriptions. Madness Took Over The Entire Ship. Scenes Of Grief And Suffering Unthinkable Occurred Throughout The Hundreds Of Billions Of Natives Onboard. To Make A Horrible Agony Short, The Survivors Were Informed By The Zitaussians That The Galactic Council Had Committed This Atrocity.
Together, The Natives Performed Thirty-One Separate And Massive War Rituals, With Hundreds Of Billions Of Participants, With Previously Unheard Of Ferocity.
Together, The Natives Declared War Against The Galactic Council.
The Mutiny Of The Zyrodartox Had Begun.
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06-25-2023:
This outline was originally entitled 'The Mutiny of the Zyrodartox' which dates back to the 1990's.
The 'Thirty' now had more than half a Trillion bloodthirsty Natives shouting for their blood.
Just like it should always be.
You have to remember that by the time I wrote this first computerized draft (outline premise) for this story I had already seen Hoards. I had seen Hoards of shitheads and vicious killers at Misbegotten Mordor, ruled by a pack of Lesie-turds at the Inversity there. I had seen hoards of perverts and lunatics and gutless cowards at The Hideous Boston Horrid Zone, ruled by 'The Cult Of The Asshole'. I had seen a city of deranged babbling freaks and killer queers at Queersburgh, NY, ruled by Homicidal Repucraps and the Queer Medias.
I was writing from experience.
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Zitaussians are developed from ancient Insects. They are very intelligent in an insectoid way, which is never parallel to red-blooded thinking. However, after several wars between us there have arisen a special breed of Zitaussians that translate between their home species and all others. Only Zitaussians can translate. These efforts have been refined to a very high degree by everyone else, so there will be no further misunderstandings.
Yes, the ears would be real. The mouth would be beak-like. The six legs would be fractal as is the face, but strong as the standard Zitaussian is sixteen feet tall when upright. The feet would be grippers and slashers. This does not show the double-layered wings, which are large but proportional and look like heavier versions of dragonfly wings, only much sturdier. This, of course, is a model example of a Zitaussian face. In reality, no two Zitaussians would look identical, just as no two Zebras or no two Rhinoceros or no two Dingos look identical.
I have never really put much effort into the appearance of the surviving thirty-one Native species on the Zyrodartox. I remember that some were entirely aquatic; and some were composed of gelatinous light energies -- plasmic photo entities with central brains that existed as columns inside their gelatinous bodies. There was a Humanoid species as well, probably some 'Nature Logical' result of a 'Nature Logical' development from very similar (though utterly unrelated) ancestors. Which is to say, given two original species that are very similar right down to the DNA, and I mean almost identical even though they come into existence on opposite sides of the same Galaxy or the opposite ends of the same Spiral Arm, of all of the derivations which may develop from those original species the ones most likely to succeed biologically will eventually encounter each other somewhere else in the Galaxy. And they will look very similar to each other. One of those was onboard the Zyrodartox, so they would look Humanoid -- however they would be absolutely different in their actions and thinking. Forget trying to pretend you are one, you would be a complete failure and get your ass shot off in the process. It would be an insult.
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The backdrop for your story based on this outline is not as daunting as it may sound. The entire Galaxy is NOT involved. The war action would focus on the Eight Systems, which would certainly be attacked by the Zyrodartox. The proportions of the conflict would dwarf anything that you have ever heard of, into minutia. And the activities of the war would be swift and fierce and ruthless. In our own historical terms, try to imagine World War II happening at three times the speed; without the need for creating new and vast armies, because they already exist. Everyone in this scenario is already armed to the teeth and huge in numbers. They would throw themselves at each other in cataclysmic proportions. Any single battle would kill more individuals than now live on Earth. Entire civilizations would disappear from the galactic roster. Forces incomprehensible to you at this time would be used by both sides. And none of it would be dipshit from video games. All of it would be Organic. It has been eight centuries since the end of the Great Civil War and the creation of the Galactic Council; in that time the galactic population has exploded; especially with the advent of the Trading Ships.
Both sides can afford to lose dozens of Billions of casualties. And even so, the entire Galaxy is NOT involved. It will be a great and terrible means of population reduction; bringing to prominence lesser species merely by stint of now being in greater numbers.
No video game can help you here. I would not write anything that could become a video game. Even so, the entire scenario would be filled to capacity with billions of 'Intelligent-Interest Stories'.
This outline could be given to any Intelligent Species.
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I will show you some of the pictures from my collection which I previously assigned to this outline as examples of what might exist within the Zyrodartox and at the Eight Systems. I will not identify any of them because the Queer and Sick Internet Censors are stealing every picture they can from Human websites before they shut down those sites and then sell the pictures to their own Deviates. The QSIC have already shut down a number of Fantasy Art websites in this way, and they are promoting AI phony art in its place, which pleases Deviates.
I have enhanced these pictures as best I can. Remember that I am using a high contrast monitor, so these pictures will appear with less contrast on low contrast monitors. Increase your contrast and decrease your brightness if you have to.
The QSIC exist to destroy Human websites, after ripping off everything they can from them. Their mission is to reduce the Internet to the putrid sewage levels of TV Turd Terrorism, where everything is about lies and every thing is a liar. That is a very good reason for not identifying the artists of these pictures. Their websites would be attacked and destroyed by the Berserkers.
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I remember that I was working on this outline while I was a Field Captain of a security corporation in what used to be called 'New England'. At that time one of my drafts included a condition that due to turmoils and chaos occurring in the Eight Systems because of the actions of the Council, the security there was turned over to our Human Species; as we were known for being very good at Interplanetary and Interstellar Security between civilizations and alien species. The condition was that we be given sole ownership of one of the moons of one of the eight planets. It was a large and habitable moon, comparable to Earth and it was mostly red. The Humans called it 'Damascus'. The fourth example in this sequence (D) looks like I imagined Damascus would appear.
In this outline, being the security forces for the Eight Systems would put Humans against the Zyrodartox -- a losing proposition -- a No-Win Scenario. However, if Human Security had existed on the Zyrodartox, the diseasing would not have happened. Human Resistance is Human Security. If Human Resistance had been in place on the Zyrodartox the diseasing would not have happened. All lifeforms on the Zyrodartox would have been trained to detect and circumvent any attack. This is one reason why I insist that Human Resistance be in place in every county in America -- preferably next to the DemoQueer county office in every county. That is where all social diseases come from.
To achieve such security success one thing is more paramount over all others -- communications. As there is no Human Communications Channel today, we Humans are at a great disadvantage -- unless -- we establish and maintain our own network of ground communications -- word-of-mouth -- written text -- free speech. I would never trust cell phone companies to be Human.
To tell you that cell phone companies are spies against all Humans -- is to exercise Human Resistance. To teach. To prevent damage to our species. All cell phone companies fear the Queer Government.
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Fiction-In-The-Service-Of-NonFiction ... this outline is exactly what I mean by that. Any story that you write based upon this outline will certainly work against the enemies of Humanity -- Federal Government, Deviates, BBWA, BUWIs, Fairy Weevils, Forrid Abominations, TV Turd Terrorists etc.
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Markel Peters
https://voices-of-iowa.blogspot.com/
