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).
>>>>>
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.
>>>>>
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.
-----
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.
-----
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.
-----
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.
-----
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/
https://voices-of-iowa-concise.blogspot.com/
