Monday, February 23, 2015

THE SAME OLD (WAR) SONG AND WHERE ANTS POOP


GOD ON HIS CLOUD HAIKU


I'm GoD oN mY cLoUd:
MaNkInD sToP yOuR gOdAmN wArS
bEfOrE I rAiN hArD!    

By M. L. Squier



http://www.nytimes.com/2015/02/12/opinion/obama-still-believes-in-unlimited-war-isis.html?




"An asteroid or a super volcano could destroy us, and we face risks the dinosaurs never saw: an engineered virus, inadvertent creation of a micro black hole, catastrophic global warming or some as-yet-unknown technology could spell the end of us. Humankind evolved over millions of years, but in the last sixty years atomic weaponry created the potential to extinguish ourselves. Sooner or later, we must expand life beyond this green and blue ball—or go extinct."

Elon Musk






Remember that scene in the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey where the dawn of man occurs?
The man-ape discovers that a bone can be used as a weapon.

Men now have smart(er) weapons.

(Dumb men...smart weapons?)

War is ancient.

Oohing and ahhing and bleating about War is also old.

But War goes on and on and on, with or without the old songs.

If I had a corporation that made millions and billions from selling armaments, I wouldn't bleat about War.

I would only sing songs of praise about War.

Stephen Hawking was telling us about the dangers of aliens and robots, and now he's warning us about ourselves. He recently repeated his admonition:




But Enough about war...
What about ants and where they poop?






IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES WAR AND POOPING ANTS!


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Bamian Afghanistan



Echoes of Tamerlane, Genghis Khan and
Alexander were found in turquoise, opal and
Amethyst dreams,
Young vagabonds slept on Persian rugs
Beneath Heaven's green pastures far below
Tall Buddhas on Bamian's plains.
While bright on earth green grass grew under
Falling rain, above the sky lit up dark
Echoed man's last refrain:
'We hail the rains to bring us back to life;
We hail the rains to remove this mortal rule
of knife.' But thunder shouted and sirens cried,
People hurried, they fought and died.
Echoes of Tamerlane, Genghis Khan and
Alexander were found in turquoise, opal and
Amethyst dreams,
Young vagabonds slept on Persian rugs
Beneath Heaven's green pastures
Far below tall Buddhas on Bamian's plains.

By M.L. Squier























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