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?

http://www.zerohedge.com/news/2015-02-19/oligarch-rules-jeb-bush-surrounds-himself-architects-his-brothers-iraq-war

"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:

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/science/stephen-hawking-space-travel-will-save-mankind-and-we-should-colonise-other-planets-10058811.html

But Enough about war...

What about ants and where they poop?

http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2015/02/23/the-toilet-habits-of-ants-and-what-they-can-teach-us/

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

WHAT BIG BROTHER KNOWS

 

 

http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/1249824-want-to-know-what-kind-of-data-the-government-keeps-on-you/

 

OMB:

This is the Office of Management and Budget, how may I assist you today?

Winston:

Yes, I'd like to find out what the government knows about me.

 

OMB:

Sir, you will need to contact the Enterprise Data Inventory.

Winston:

OK. Thanks

EDI:

Hello, this is the Enterprise Data Inventory. How may I help you today?

Winston:

I want to find out what information the government has on me in your Data Index.

EDI:

Sir, what is your date of birth?

Winston:

June 1, 1984.

EDI:

How interesting.  That's the same year as the name of that novel.

Winston:

I know, that's how I got my name. Now, how about the information on me?

EDI:

One moment while I retrieve your file. Oh my, Mr. Winston, you have some very interesting data.

Winston:

Like what?

EDI:

Well, it says here that you are prone to excessive flatulence, and that you are a compulsive nose picker.

Winston:

You've got to be kidding?

EDI:

No, I'm not kidding. I'm looking at photos of your compulisve nose picking. Oooh.

Winston:

Alright. But what about some more important data?

EDI:

Well, we know that you are planning to have a sex change operation in a few weeks.

Winston

What! How can you know that? I haven't told anyone.

EDI:

We have our methods Mr. Winston.

Winston:

This is outrageous! I almost feel naked.

EDI:

Don't worry, Mr. Winston, we already know what you look like unclothed. Have a nice day.

IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES AND WHAT BIG BROTHER KNOWS!

Boston, Massachusetts

I lived in an apartment on Symphony road in the summer of 1968.

  

In the summer of 1968 Boston was hot, muggy, and wonderful.

My visit would last two months, and I loved every minute.

I was hired at the first job that I had applied for.

It was a job as head receiver in a major retail store.

The work was hard, but I was in good physical condition.

I had not started smoking or drinking yet, and so I was the man for the job.

I was twenty years old.

I was visiting my brother who was working on his Phd. at Boston College.

I only saw him once or twice while in Boston.

I did a lot of walking.

Walking across the St. Charles Bridge was always a short and easy stroll.

I don't remember riding the trolleys that much, but I enjoyed hearing the sounds that they made.

There were always seagulls.

IT'S ABOUT RENEWABLE RESOURCES!