Fallen Man

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Fallen Man

The Film opens with a man tumbling through space, but we quickly learn that it's really a robot, made up of tinier robots ( An overwrought idea ) that are busily working to repair all the damage from micrometeors constantly hitting it. Deep inside are more complicated mechanisms that are able to fabricate replacement parts and do many other things. Deeper inside is The brain unit and a core of memory that is busily working to generate a synthetic world in which the outer character is living inside a fantasy world. The Fantasy world is very mundane, and while the character is sitting in a park one afternoon, a talking dog with six legs hops up on the bench and reveals, that despite false alarms in the past, this time it's the real deal. The only problem is; The character does not know what the dog is talking about, the last false alarm was more than 200 reincarnations ago. This real deal is that the outer body that is tumbling through space is being pulled into a gravity well of a large planet. The predicted damage to the unit may be irreparable. The angle at which it will hit the atmosphere is well outside the optimum range, and while it probably won't burn up entirely; The impact will almost certainly destroy all internal units. The man on the bench takes this all in, and continues to feed the odd looking animals gathered around him. 

A woman is sitting at a bus stop when an object, accompanied by a sonic boom, smashes into the road right in front of her. She becomes hysterical and soon, emergency personal arrive to retrieve the asteroid. What they find, is something that looks kind of like a man, and the remains are retrieved. During an examination, they discover that it's a robot, made up of tinier robots that are trying to repair it. Rather than disturb their work, they just leave it alone, carefully observing it, and moving it to a more secure location, with an atomic bomb underneath the sealed laboratory. After several months, the robot comes alive and communication is established.

The Sentience within it is very disoriented, but is soon able to access protected memory units that reveal it's distant history. It has been tumbling in space for millions of years, as determined by comparing astronomical maps to ones that it has recorded within it. During this period, It was forced to erase most of it's memory to create a viable synthetic reality for it to live within to protect it's sanity. More than just a robot, It was once a carbon based life form, although many of it's particulars did not match those of the life forms on the planet it now inhabited. 

The scientists on the planet work with the Robot to recover and interpret the old memories of the robot that were set aside and protected for all these millions of years. 

It seems that it was once on  a spaceship that was attacked by another spaceship and destroyed. It was at this time that it began to tumble in space. They further are able to determine pretty much exactly when this took place and where. Although as they work on other projects, the simulation of reversing the robots history, keeps changing. More and More precise calculations tune in on exactly when & Where, according to all the different stars and planets it was pulled along by. 

One of the oldest memories that the robot has is of his true love; Amy.

The Robot manages to convince a group of the scientists to secretly build a spaceship for it to travel outward and backwards in time to prevent his spaceship from being destroyed and save Amy.

This all has to be done in secret, as everyone realizes that this kind of sudden technological leap would endanger the cultures, lives and sanity of everyone on the planet. A crew of 200 star ship astronauts are gathered and the spaceship leaves this planet and heads out to find the robots spaceship.

( It might be a good venue to introduce The idea of a Faux Moon Program or Terrorist Attack to Divert Money for This Hoax— To The Real Space Ship Project, which runs into The Billions of Dollars ) !

Should the scientist trust the robot?

Are the memories of the robot intact and reliable?

Irregardless; Most everyone thinks that this will be a grand adventure.

They hone in on the spaceship and the time of the attack and manage to find it weeks before it is attacked. Rather than intervene immediately, they study the spaceship and wait for the other spaceship to arrive. They have taken great precautions to make sure that they have the firepower to defeat the other ship. 

During the examination of the robot's spaceship, they discover that it might not be manned by 'The Good Guys'. It's then discovered that the robot's spaceship is about to do something very bad, and that it must be stopped. In fact; They have already completely destroyed several entire planets that were inhabited by advanced civilizations.

It's also discovered that this Amy was a construct of the many simulations that the robot lived through, and was never a real being in any sense. When it crashed into the planet, those records were destroyed and distorted to create this confusion.

Meanwhile; Far Away; Another Civilization monitoring this activity, decides that it can't let them attack the robot's ship. This would create an alternative timeline that would endanger their own civilization.

It turns out that There are innumerable timelines that come & go, and tying them all together, there is a root timeline that is absolute. This other civilization is able to monitor many of these alternative timelines, and the root/absolute timeline as well. This RA timeline is rather curious. By monitoring it, they can see what will happen to effect them, and sometimes this sudden development might have taken place thousands or millions of years ago, along one of the alternative timelines. If they were to go back a few weeks in time, to give themselves more time to examine this anomaly, it would disappear! 

So that when they find this impending attack about to take place, thousands of years ago, they have only a few days to get in their spaceships, go back in time and prevent it from happening. This timeline allows that all these other civilizations will be destroyed, but in so doing, it will allow their super civilization to grow and develop. 

When the get back to the point of the attack, they find more than 60 other spaceships from different timelines that want it to proceed or not, or make some slight variations in what many of the other represented civilizations want.

The robot has no memories of any of this. 

The robot is sure that his spaceship is very bad, and his millions of years of isolation have made him a super spiritual being of sorts, and he decides to slip away in his new spaceship and snap back a few thousand years, find his home planet and smash his world civilization back to the stone ages, allowing it to start over.

When they get back to the appointed time, and find that his home world is just discovering electricity... The robot and his crew try to surgically remove all the libraries and other monumental structures, and just when they get going, other spaceships start arriving. 

After a horrific battle in space, they are able to crash into another spaceship and using their time dilator and their own star ship engines, they are able to flee into the deep future, where everything is very strange.

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a daemon on this train!

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Tuesday, June 26, 2012 7:14:46 PM ( Dream )

i am on a train with my new bride, she is very young & beautiful, but she is also terrified! 

‘there’s a daemon on this train!’

‘my love; i can assure you that i am The only daemon on this train, and i mean you no harm.’

( i am after all; a very powerful master of The Quixotic Arts, An immortal & do mostly good in The world, but i am also quite amoral, doing whatever suits me! )

My bride takes no comfort in this, although she knows who i am, and what powers i possess!

i sit beside her and throw my huge dark cloak around us both, we are transported to a dark place, far away. rather than try to convince her that her feelings were imaginary, i try to learn more about this daemon of hers.

‘And this daemon, what was it like?’

‘i don’t know, i just could sense it, like The others you have conjured in your study, that you have brought forth to run errands for you.’

‘Well- i can see daemons coming from miles away, and i could sense no such daemons on The train.’

‘Where are we now?’

‘on The top of a far away mountain, in a cave i rather like. it is dark now, and rather too cloudy to see The stars, but in The day light hours, The view is breath-taking- -‘

and at that last phrase; she went as pale as a white mouse! 

‘Ah! - There is one daemon that i’ve met on several occasions, and on each meeting, i have leapt back and exclaimed in surprise; Oh! My! It’s you! But then; Curiously enough, i will calm down and we two will chat amicably enough. i will usually say something like; 

‘oh my! have you come for me then, i must say, i was not at all expecting this; How am i to die then; Is some roughean about to leap upon me?!’ 

And death will be just as surprised to see me! and after recovering from his shock, relax and assure me that i will live another ten thousand years, far longer than it can see into The fog blanketing The prow of our futures. 

And at that; he will tell me what he’s up to, gathering The soul of an old woman that is hacking phlegm just beside us, but that she is not due to die for several minutes yet, and we can step across The way and chat for a bit and share an ail. Death is always full of good stories, and i love to hear him talk, much more than i love to hear my own voice, so i always take him aside and buy him whatever he’d like. A Sandwich and Ail, or a bowl of chili, a dish of fresh corn or whatever else he is never inclined to treat himself to!

And on this one occasion; As we were sitting; i took out some cards that i’d just recently made, and allowed him to admire them, as death had a very keen eye for admiring works of real quality, and he would always be truthful, to a fault, if something were shoddy or carelessly made, and on this hour, he admired my cards with great attention and said with The most enthusiastic attention; ‘These are very fine cards, i can see The fates of everyone beside us in them with remarkable clarity.’ for that’s The kinds of cards they were. 

But they could also be used for just games, and that’s what we set to. i took what little he had, and then lost it back to him, along with nearly everything i had, and finally admitted that i was penniless. He laughed heartedly at my poor fate, much more so than if he’d come to collect my soul, but then revealed that he had no need or want of my coins, and i; having lost them to him, could not take them back, so he just left them on The table. 

He then sat, very contemplative, completely at ease with The world, for just a moment, and then startled in such a surprising manner that i was afraid he was dying himself! 

‘Oh My Goodness! Oh my! Oh mY! and what little expression i could see in his face, i knew that he was both shocked and terrified! 

‘What is it my dear friend!?’

‘The woman i was supposed to collect, it’s now half past 4, for he had taken out his pocket watch, which he kept in a fold of his sleeve, and exclaimed that he had missed his appointment with her by more than 3 hours!’

‘Oh!’ i stuttered, for i was late for an appointment as well, but i suppressed my own tardiness, and feigned pity on Death! ‘i’m sure she only suffered a little in your absence, and was glad to spend a few more hours with her daughter.’

‘But death was very much annoyed with his own clumsiness, and was about to hurry off, when he was suddenly aware that The woman had been moved to a near by hospital!’

‘Ooooooh’ he moaned. Which everyone there in The bistro heard and shuttered at!

‘really now’, i interjected, ‘Is this The first time that you’ve ever missed an appointment?’

‘No! Of course not, but it’s a sorry thing to do! i am a gawd! A Gawd! and i take my simple and humble responsibilities on with great pride and Satisfaction! This is not a small foible of a inattentive Child, this thing cracks The foundations of reality! EAch time, The World becomes more chaotic and The whole world slips farther from our makers infinite designs!’

i couldn’t help but roll my eyes just a little and death noticed, Glowering at me with disgust! 

‘You should already know of such things, having lived for so many millennia!’ 

And i was immediately ashamed of my own imprudence. Which death then recognized and stood up, ‘Come then’ he said, ‘lets go find this woman!’

As we left, with all my money remaining on The table, we stepped out just as The dusk was coming upon this village. ‘It’s quite a walk, Let’s move quickly!’

i should have thought that death could travel to any place on The world, or beyound, in an instant, but on this occasion, he stepped on with a brisk pace, no faster than a street beggar on his way to a tavern with a handful of loose quarters. 

along The way, we continued chatting.

‘Does this happen -Very- often?’, i gently inquired.

Death laughed again, and said; ‘too often!’ ‘But each time it greatly and genuinely pains me.’ ‘all of The other gawds are so very frivolous and intemperate with their responsibilities & immortality! i often feel that i am The only gawd that takes their duties with any seriousness! Honestly! i feel that i am as low & disreputable as Pan at every careless slip!’

‘Well, i am to blame then.’

‘Indeed you are! and i will collect my earned marrow from you when your night falls due!’ and then he laughed until he literally cried. and i cried too. 

When he had recovered and i had dried my tears, he began to tell me of a time when he’d neglected to gather 200 souls in one day!

‘What sort of Penalty do you have to pay when this happens!? How do The greater Gawds enforce these rules?’

‘There are no Greater Gawds!’ he exclaimed, Those of us that are responsible, punish ourselves! My penance is to watch T-ball Games.’

i’d lived already for thousands of years and yet, i was not completely familiar with t-Ball. ’T-Ball?’ i whispered.

‘Yes. T-Ball. It’s like Baseball, The most boring and tedious game that mortals have ever created, and then created this version which very small children can play. And by small, i mean, 2 or 3 year olds. they do not have The coordination or speed to ever hit a ball that is gently tossed towards them, so that The ball is set upon a stick with a cross bar attached, at just The right height to allow The child to wildly swing The bat and knock it off. Naturally; The ball is seldom knocked very far, and The other children, all of The infield and many from The outfield come rushing in to pounce upon it, while The batter must be urged to ignore this melee and run to The base down The way. It is quite amusing The first or perhaps The second time one goes to watch this spectacle, but soon after; it is unbearably tedious and such a loathsome & miserable calamity that i find my own existence intolerable.’ 

‘That is penance.’ i paused for some time. ‘And as your penance, do you cheer them on?’

The hooded figure stopped short and glared at me. ‘That is The Penance.’

i nodded. ‘yes. of course.’

We stepped along some more. 

‘Of course; There are times when i am glad to have missed a death, and my penance is measured for those cases, while on many other times, i am eager to lift a soul away from their shattered bodies, and put a stop to their screams.’ ‘On one such occasion, during The Crimean War, i came across a young soldier, that was so very handsome, in a Adamesque sort of way, just as men were supposed to look, as they had been originally made, and this one, ‘Tim’ was laying there, blow apart by cannon fire, and after raising him up, he looked around, quite forlorn and confused, then saw his own body below him, but didn’t recognize himself. ‘Poor bugger!’ he wept, and without telling him that it was himself, i led him aside and told him that his father was waiting for him just over The rise there. ‘What! my father! What is he doing here on The Battle field!?’ and then suddenly; he recognized me, and then shuttered with horror! ‘Oh My!’ ‘What is my father doing here, i have not heard of his passing!’ and i let him know that The letter from his mother, still quite well and healthy, was on it’s way to him, and should arrive in a day or two. But of course; it would be returned along with another letter telling of your heroic death. ‘my sergeant will no doubt be very kind to her memories of me’ The child said, ‘He always makes each of our deaths one that saved The entire regiment!’ i then gently told him that his sergeant was also killed this afternoon, along with his entire battalion. Just then; he came over The rise and his father & grandmother came upon him and hugged him as if he were entering their home for a christmas dinner. ‘i don’t want to take another moment of your time’ said The boy, ‘you sound as if you’ll be very busy this afternoon, why didn’t you bring anymore with you just now?’ 

And just as we, death and i, reached The hospital where The old woman that he needed to take to The real world was laying, miserable and coughing without reprise, he said to me, as he had said to The young boy many years ago; 

‘Each trip is for only one.’ 

Cowboy Justice

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COWBOY JUSTICE

A Young Boy is taken from his Filthy Plains homestead, dragged from his mother & father & 12 Siblings. He is taken to work at a Cattle Ranch to pay off a debt that his drunken father had incurred during a crooked poker game. 

He is bunked in a shack with 28 other filthy cow hands, all of which masturbate compulsively & is made to give them blow jobs or lick their festering wounds. Every day out on The Range, where they are made to herd & rope The cattle by running amoung them, as they are not given horses, one or more are trampled. Since there is no medical care available & they are not given guns, when one of them is injured sufficiently that they can no longer walk, they must be stoned to death & left for The buzzards & coyotes to eat after they’ve moved on.

It is quickly apparent that despite his horrible circumstances, angels are protecting him. 

At night; Pixies ravage through Their camp, eating their food & sometimes poking out their eyes while they sleep. If a pixie is caught, it is roasted & eaten, but their flesh is usually so horrible that it induces projectile vomiting. 

After several Weeks; A very odd animal appears before The young boy & tells him that it is an emissary for The Devil. If he would like to sell his soul for all The treasures of The World; All he need do is leave The camp & follow it into The desert. The boy, desperate for relief from these horrors, follow The creature all night to a steep precipice, where The beast now tells him to jump into The dark ravine. The boy hesitates just long enough for a kung fu priest to come along & kill The deformed creature. The Asian Priest then gives The boy some sagely advice & reveals to him that has a very special soul that many will try to possess. 

He then leaps into The ravine & after several minutes, The boy hears The body splash into a river.

The boy works is way back down The path & on an amazing adventure, Encounters:

Aliens

Robots

Were-(x

Vampires of Several Kinds

Super Beings ( SuperHeros, AntiHeros & Villains ( & AntiVillains )

Reality Shifts

LSD Trippers

6 Different Mad Scientists

French Models

Dwarves with Tails

Visible Angels

Insane Mathematicians

Ξ.6 Controllers

Time Travelers

Members from The Carrot Club

More & Stranger Aliens

Witches

Witches from The Future

Jumpers ( Odd Naked Myn & Womyn that Jump rather than Walk ) 

Gawd

Myn in Plaid 

Girl Scouts Selling things other than Cookies

Ξ.7 Controllers

Small Children playing very odd games

Security Guards that summarily Shoot People without provocation

A mysterious figure with a large mayonnaise jar which he tries to put The boy into.

Filthy Teenagers that complain about their mean parents.

Famous Media Whores with boxes of junk food.

Televangelists

Comix Artists

Poets

Song Writers that badly play out of tune guitars

Movie Directors

Politicians

A Kindly Plumber that helps him find his Spirit Guide that finally helps him find The Truth behind his amazing journey. 

He then makes his way back to The home on The Plains where his Father has died, & he takes care of his family, marrying his younger sister & raising a son that becomes a mad scientist that takes over The world & creates a lasting Utopia. 

A hypochondriac man

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A hypochondriac man wears a Very Thin Carbon Fiber Suit, which covers his entire body, including his head, to protect him from VD or any other Contagious Diseases. While in a Filthy Motel with Dozens of Whores that he is fawking, we see how he is able to breath filtered air & how his semen is routed to a holding vase in The small of his back, keeping his sacred seed for making babies with any of these feral incubus’. Then suddenly a group of men burst into The room, all armed with large automatic weapons, All The Girls shriek in horror, but one of them appears to know what is going on, & reveal just enough to let us, The viewers, know who The intended target is; But then everyone in The room is gunned down in a blazing inferno that lasts for several minutes. The man is pushed down & rolls under several corpses, so that he too is covered in blood & gore. The gunmyn ( a few of them women with huge breasts ) kick The bodies around to make sure that they are all dead, shooting again & again at any sign of life. As they leave, additional screaming & gun fire are heard. The police arrive & find The man at The bottom of a pile of The dead whores & discover that he is alive ! The Crazy suit that he was wearing protected him from all The bullets. Although he is incredible bruised & suffered numerous broken ribs & internal bleeding, A fractured wrist & broken fingers. He is comparatively uninjured. After this attack; He becomes The Hypochondriac Avenger ! He makes numerous modifications to his suit, then goes out hunting The Gunmyn & Others that Threaten The Well Being of Degenerate Whores & Pedophiles on both sides of The Law. 

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Concrete Goulashes

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A man is wearing Concrete Goulashes in a small wooden rowboat & accompanied by Two Big Thick Goons, They are Chatting, & The man to be thrown in The Water is not pleading for mercy or to be let loose, He is acting like they are all going fishing. The Burly men are rowing The Boat, so that The sound of an engine doesn’t attract any attention. When they get out to a deep spot in a lake; The Burley men indicate that this is a good spot & get up. During this moment of ‘Imbalance’, The man in The Overshoes Exerts every ounce of strength he has to flip his feet into The air & comes crashing down in The middle of The Boat, smashing a very large hole in The bottom of The boat. He falls through & The boat begins to sink immediately. The Burley men in Suits & Expensive Shoes flail helplessly & sink along with The boat, they are confused & easy prey for their victim that quickly grabs one of them, takes his gun, shoots through his own ankles which allow his feet to slip from his socks which stick to The cement. although bleeding profusely, he swims past The sinking boat & assassins to The surface then leisurely dog paddles to The shore where he crawls to The car that was left running with another accomplice sleeping behind The wheel. He is shot by The victim that has kept The gun & then drives off, using a bat to press The accelerator down. He later unleashes a terrible boundless vengeance on The Mob that tried to kill him, proving perhaps that The mob that tried to kill him, really were doing The world a favor, The Mob, as a business & corporate entity in The World of Economic Responsibilities, was acting reasonably when making The decision to kill him. 

Bad Mothers

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Bad Mothers. Things that Bad Mothers do. What is The Spectrum of what Bad Mothers do ? Cut off their children’s fingers. Whip them until flesh peels off in chunks. Berate them for being good. Make them shave their mother’s legs. Horrible Chores. Feed them Worms or Cockroaches. Dress them inappropriately. Nail them to Chairs. Put rings in Their noses & lead them around with a chain. Carve elaborate designs into their bodies. Perform complex surgeries to them to move their eyes farther apart. Attach Animal Limbs to them. Hook them up to Computers & Other Mysterious Machines to Teach them how to Turn Invisible or Levitate. Force them to Practice Playing Impossible Musical Instruments. Sell them to Abusive Factory Owners. Make them perform tricks with dangerous animals. Sacrifice them to Obscure Gawds. Cannibalize them. Tie them to Balloons & let them drift off into The sky. Throw them into The maws of hungry sharks or polar bears. Make them run across mine fields to clear a path. Toss them into a Hornets Nest or one with Killer Bees. Bury them up to their groins in a Fire Ants Nest. Push them out windows. Tie them to Railroad Tracks. Force them to help out at a Retirement Home. Enroll them into a Scout Group that is led by an incompetent Scout Master. Send them off to The Worst Summer Camp Available. Tell them they were born to a Very Wealthy Royal Family, but you kidnapped them when they were babies. Convince them that they’re not human. Make fun of The way they walk. Tell them they are mispronouncing words when their not. Give them bad haircuts. Cut their fingers & toes when you’re trimming their nails. Buy them a sickly puppy. Smoke cigarettes around them. Make them sleep in damp beds. Arrange for them to share their room with hobos & derelicts. Get them Comix books with pages torn out. Take them to a Church whose services are held in someone’s basement. Sew their mittens to their wrists. Never let them brush their teeth. Paint their room very sloppily. Make sure that their socks never match. Fill their School Thermos with Bourbon. Wake them up at 3am to take The garbage out. Teach them to wipe your butt with they hair. Insist that they save all their boogers in shoe boxes. Never help them with their homework. Change The Rules of any game you’re playing with them every 3 minutes. Tell Them that Dressing Rooms in Department Stores are Bathrooms. Drop them over fences into yards with vicious dogs. Never tell them The Truth. Play recordings of people coughing when they’re trying to sleep. 

Another Secret

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Some boys are walking down an alley and decide to cut through the yard of an abandoned house; through one of the windows, they spot a woman whose breasts have been nailed to a table that is bolted to the floor. Her arms have been cut off, but the stumps have been securely tied with shoestrings so that the flesh on the stumps has turned black. Behind her is a pile of crap, and she is trying to stand and crouch so that her weight is not pulling on her huge breasts too much. There is no telling how long she has been there. When one of the boys taps on the glass, she turns, and frantically tries to scream, but her lips have been stapled shut. 

The boys run away and there is an immediate discussion as to what they should do.

One of the boys suggests that should call the police or tell their parents, but the other boys are incredulous about this. They are petty criminals and hate the police to begin with and one mockingly asks how they are going to tell their abusive parents. ‘We’ll get in trouble for having looked at her! She was Naked, you’re not supposed to look through windows at naked women!’ ‘And did you see how huge her boobs were! We would be sure to get it if anyone found out that we saw her bare boobies!’ 

So they don’t tell any adults. But they tell some other boys at school and some girls find out, So that the next afternoon after school, they go back to the house, and now there are about 20 kids, and they are all looking at the woman through the windows. The woman is frantic to get them to help her, but the situation is so strange that none of them know how to handle it. 

The Next day, more kids show up and one tries the doors and windows. One finds that an upstairs window can be gotten to by climbing a tree and opening it. He gets in, and opens the back door, letting all the other children in. They gawk at her, and look for some pliers to remove the staples or pull out the nails that are holding her breasts to the table, but they are unable to find anything. They discuss her situation more, and all are agreed that its been too long now with out telling anyone about her. If they said anything now, and one of them squealed that they had known about this for 3 days, they would really get in big trouble, so everyone swears not to tell anyone. One of the children says he will bring some pliers tomorrow, but forgets. Then another child goes home and comes back with some tools, which they use to pull the staples & nails out, with great effort, causing more damage to the woman in the process. Everyone is complaining about the pile of crap on the floor, but none of the children has any idea on how to clean it up. 

When the woman is released; She is in terrible shape. All the children swear her to secrecy about how long they have known about her being there. She agrees in broken english and asks them to help her to get to a hospital, but the children insist that it is too far away, And they are adamant about not telling any adults. Then she passes out. Some of the larger boys drag her to a bedroom and lay her on bed, and one suggests that they screw her. A few others agree and while 30 children watch, both boys and girls, 6 of the boys try to have intercourse with her, but none are sure of how it’s done. Everyone offers suggestions. They have also discovered that there is no running water in the house, and then after the attempted & semi-successful rape of the unconscious woman, they agree that she will have to be killed, and one child brings over a hammer, but none are willing to bash her head in, so one of the girls tries hitting her repeatedly on her chest, but this reviles her and her screaming causes all the children to run away. 

Later; She is found stumbling down a street and is taken to a hospital. She tells on the children, which are very annoyed that she promised not to tell on them. It is also discovered that the original assailant was a prominent public figure, who, with the help of the police has the woman committed to an insane asylum and all the children are blamed for her original and subsequent attacks. Some of the children freely admit to coming to the house after others have already been there, so that all the children, even the first ones are convinced that it was some of the ‘other’ children that committed the original attack. After all; How else could they have found out about it? 

Some are sent to Juvenile camps until they are 30, while others are committed to the same asylum where the woman is being kept.

All the parents are relieved that they no longer have to care for their children.

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A Filthy Hotel Room

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A Woman, 40ish is in a filthy hotel room with 6 big, ugly black men that are sexually abusing her in the most atrocious ways. She accepts it all though, as she is apparently a whore or slut or something like that. One of the big, ugly black men is fucking her up the ass and when he pulls his huge cock out, blood and feces pour out with the gratuitous amount of thick, gelatinous semen. It sprays all over his stomach and legs, which he smears all over himself and demands that she licks it off, which she readily does, without complaining. After 15 minutes of watching this, her phone rings, she’s in a good position to pick it up and see who’s calling. She tells the big, ugly black men that she has to take this call, and since they are all exhausted and smoking crack, they let her. She leaves the room and stands in the hallway, naked and filthy, when a maid passes her without paying the least attention to her. On the phone someone is telling her that they have a job for her. She goes back into the room to get her jacket, The only piece of clothing she retrieves and moves to leave. One of the big, ugly black men tell her that they’re paying her the $500 for 4 hours, and it’s only been 3 1/2. She tells them to keep their money, and leaves. On the curb, she tries to hail a cab, but a limousine pulls up and she get in that. The next scene is her getting on a private plane which lands in a desert, and disappears in a hanger that is camouflaged to look like the surrounding terrain. She is then in an elevator that drops down several dozen stories. A Man meets her and asks her how long it’s been since she’s had a job. “I’ve been working regularly.” She replies. She’s then shown to a room where a drawing table is set up and she’s handed folder about 3 inches thick. “This is the problem, We’d like a solution in 2 days.” She takes off the jacket and asks if there’s a shower somewhere near by. The Man points to a door in the room and leaves.

Non Catholic Saints

These ( Series ) are Very Raw Ideas for Stories.
Feel Free to Steal Them ( Creative Commons ) if you'd like to develop any of them into Stories, Books or Films ! 

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A Character Collects Histories of ‘Non-Catholic’ Saints which are Well Attested as Performing or being credited ( posthumously ) with Miracle Healings or Other Remarkable Feats. Many of these Historical or Living Saints are Non-Religious, but Spiritual in a Decidedly Quirky Way. The Collector has his own System of Ranking them; Giving them Unique Castes for Each Level of Miracle Productions. Amoung The Most Remarkable are 9 Figures with Well Attested Miracles that Far Defy The Believability of The Miracles of Well Established Religious Figures. e.g.; Bringing a Skull back to Life & Storing The Soul in a Cell Phone / Talking with Furniture / Blowing up ( with their mouth ) Balloons with Helium / Combining Snowflakes into a SuperSnowflake / Restoring a Pie after pieces have been cut from it, by spinning it / Taking a Soiled Tampon & Damp Handkerchief with Semen & putting them into a hat box where a baby grows over a period of 9 months /

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Avengers: End Game / Worst Time Travel Film Ever !

Why Avengers: End Game is The Worst Time Travel Film Ever

There are essentially 5 Kinds of Time Travel Films;
1) The Kind where Time Travel is Impossible, which it is, 
2) Unless we’re living in A Screen Saver Reality; In which Case Your Perceived Attempt to ‘Go Back in Time’ is merely your Bubble of Consciousness Creating a Perfectly Ordinary Future in which you think you’re going back in Time & Returning to your Own Present. 
3) You create A Time Machine & Discover to your great annoyance that you can’t change The Past. ( Because your Future Self has already gone back into The Past & Done whatever you are now attempting to do ! ) 
4) There is only One TimeLine; Which you can Change, But when you do; Everything Changes. There’s No Changing one little thing. If you make any changes at all; There are Irrevocable Changes to everything, & The Farther you Go Back in Time, The More this Cascade of Changes is going to affect everything. 
5) The Kind of Time Travel that most universally used in Fiction; is Multiple Timelines, which is most inconsistent & problematic. Either there are =Already= An Infinite Number of Timelines & ‘Other Dimensions’ that The Time Traveler merely jumps to, Never changing anything, but merely existing in A TimeLineage that is consistent with what they ‘Think’ they’re accomplishing, but any Changes that they ‘Think or Believe’ that they’ve made, only apply to them. All The People that they’ve left behind in The Disaster Universe, will forever be trapped in The Disaster Universe. _Rick & Morty_ seems to adhere scrupulously to this Model. 
 The Other Variation on this is that each time The Time Traveler attempts to change something, they spawn A New Timeline, which is again completely separate from their Original Timeline, & that all their loved ones in The Disaster Universe, are still trapped there. 
& If The Time Traveler tries to ‘Go Back’ to their ‘Original Timeline’, they would merely be creating another New Timeline. Once you go down this path, you will never be able to return to your own, Original Timeline, which is The Same as you left it anyway. 
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There are a Few Other Models; But they are very Rarely Considered. 
One is where you deform Time Locally, which requires you to ‘Snap Time Back’ when you’re done with your mischief. As in all Variants of Time Travel, The Consideration of ‘What have i done!?’ comes into play.
Another is; The Time Traveler climbs into An Isolation Chamber which shields them from An External ‘Effect’ which Causes Time Outside The Capsule to Flow Backwards, Until The Chrononaut arrives at The Desired Time Period. Then The External Effect is ‘Turned Off’ & Time Proceeds to flow forward again. The most egregious problem with this method is that The Chrononaut themself is isolated from flowing backwards, so that there is a ‘Hole’ in their Original Timeline which creates many problems ! 
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So anyways:
Problems with Avengers: End Game ( 2019 )
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In The Spirit of Time Travel; i may jump around here a little bit.
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Although early on; Bruce Hulk says that they can’t change The Past; Hawkeye performs an experiment ( Not at all conclusively ) in which he ostensibly changes The Past. ( Maybe his son had 2 baseball gloves ? ) 
So that is laid down at that point as Canon. 
You can change The Past.
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So they all jump back & forth in Time, Meddling in Time, While None of their Actions seemingly change their ‘Present’ Time =At All= ( !!! ) 
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Ignoring that.
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At one point Hawkeye & Black Widow retrieve The Infinity Soul Stone; - - - Apparently changing their Principle Timeline where Thanos obtains it, Which is obviously their objective ( ? ) 
But wouldn’t this mean that Thanos doesn’t have an opportunity to Murder Gamora, which means that The Gamora that is Star Lord’s Sweetie, is still alive in this New Timeline ( ? )
But apparently; She isn’t ( ? ) 
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Jump Jump Jump some more.
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Later they obtain The Mind Stone ( Twice ! ) which The Robot AI ( Jarvis; e.g.; Vision ) uses to infuse it/him with Life. But if Tony Stark has stolen it before then; Vision can Not come into Existence, which means that Vision is missing from all Intermediate Events, which is apparently Not ‘Considered’ at all. ( ? ) Remember what i was saying about ‘The Cascade of Changes’ earlier in this Rant ( ? )
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More Jumping. With More inconsistencies that i have Not found ‘Objectionable’ ( ? ) 
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End of The Film.
Bruce Hulk Partially Restores their Reality, retaining Tony Starks daughter. 
But then; Thanos & Evil Gamora & Evil Nebula jump through Time, having apparently obtained One Tiny Element of The Time Travel Methodology that was elaborated on in Great Detail earlier on ( !!! ) 
More Hilarity Ensues.
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Then; Tony Stark obtains all The Infinity Stones, & puts them into his own Glove ( one size fits all ) & Undoes a Tiny, Tiny Fraction of The Melee that has occupied The Last Third of Film. Why didn’t he undo a greater slice of that pie ( ? ) 
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Then - - - In order to - - Set Things Right ( !!! ) 
Captain America ( in Full Restored Regalia ) is assigned The Job of Going back in Time to ‘Restore’ all of The Infinity Stones to their ‘Rightful Places’ ( ? ) 
Which is just UnFawking-Doing everything that they just accomplished wouldn’t it ( ? ) ( !!! ) 
Captain America is going back in Time to When Thanos was still fully operational, so that all of these Infinity Stones are Now where he needs them to be, to steal them, as he originally did, to ‘Redo’ what he ‘Originally-Did’ ( ? ) 
Either that; Or Captain America is Creating an Entirely New Timeline which ( Cascade of Changes again ) will completely Undo Everything that The Avengers Just Accomplished. ( in Some Crazy New Version ? ) 
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This brings up two comparatively ’Subtle’ Points of TimeTravel…
One of Which; is that when Bruce Hulk & Black Panther send Captain America Back, they should =Immediately= Disappear; because; The Purpose of sending him back in Time has completely Disappeared ! Since all The Infinity Stones are =Now= Where they should be. ! 
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Alternatively :
When Captain America Goes back & Restores The Infinity Stones ( ReInitializing The Original Dire Events ( !!! ) ) & then decides to change The Mission Plan by jumping off to be with Peggy, his WWII Sweetheart; Bruce Hulk & Black Panther should have immediately forgotten who Captain America was, as he’d dropped out of their Timeline ( Again; Completely Ignoring The Entirely Necessary Cascade of Changes ( !!! ) ) 
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Plus all of The Other Things.
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Avengers : End Game 
Is The Absolutely Worst Time Travel Film Ever.

Who are Our Enemies; The Rich or The Smart People ?

i recently had an epiphany that it's NOT the Rich people that are enslaving The Damp Masses ( ! ) : It's The Engineers ( The Smartest Humans ) that are manipulating both The Rich & Poor to get what they want ! Which is to build Mayan Pyramids or Catholic Cathedrals, iPhones or Computers, Ridiculous Cars, Mile Long Bridges or Military Aircraft that can go faster than bullets ! They need to satisfy their urge to 'Make Things' and they will do anything to achieve that ! The Rich People only want to fill their homes with 'Paintings' or 'Trinkets' ! They don't care about Inventing things or Being Engenius; They are being manipulated by The Engineers as much as The Damp Masses which The Engineers need for Slave Labor !

Some Stray Thoughts ...

Some Stray Thoughts on Either A Flat Earth or A ScreenSaver Reality;
Which i consider effectively equivalent !

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Astronomy

The Best Arguments for A Screen Saver Reality

Are things about this reality, that we call; Home

Are Just Impossible.

Galactic Centers

Galactic Centers are observed a large bulges of Stars; But should they be ?

All those star swirling around, faster & faster, in very close proximity to one another, you’d think that they’d be colliding with one another all The Time; As they should be.

& Presumably; They Do.

They Form Black Holes ( if Black Holes even Exist ) & These in Turn, Gobble each other up to make even Bigger, Denser, more Massive Black Holes —

Which one would think; Would cause A Run Away Cascade of Black Hole Devouring; So that when we look up into The Night Sky with Telescopes & Observe these Other Galaxies in The Sky; They should all appear as Donuts with Nothing Visible in their Centers, except for The Single Super Massive Black Hole that all The Other Stars Swirl around at a comparatively safe distance.

But we don’t.

So what is The Explanation ?

a) There’s no such thing as Black Holes.

b) The Black Holes are being created as we’d expect, except that when 2 Black Holes get a little too close to one another, without Colliding, as when they graze across one another; They Tear each other Apart;

Creating A Monstrous Cloud of New Material for New Stars to form, Along with a Huge Burst of Light & All Spectral Radiation. 

Which we don’t see so much of.

Or do we. 

There is something that Astronomers do see; 

& that’s Gamma Ray Bursts.

These are very mysterious because they’ve never been linked to any Physical Star or Galaxy, But they occur in equal proportions all across The Heavens, Ruling out any possibility that they’re occurring locally, within our Milkyway Galaxy.

No. They’re occurring in all The Galaxies, but Very, Very ( by our measurements ) Infrequently. Say; Once every 100 years or 1000 years in The Center of any given Galaxy.

We could look at any given Galaxy waiting & waiting for one of these Black Hole Near Misses, & Never See it.

But they’re regularly occurring. Just too infrequently for our human Astronomers to Make The Association between The Gamma Ray Burst & The Necessary Black Hole Near Misses, which accounts for all The Material that shouldn’t be in The Middle of Every Galaxy. 

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A Supplemental Idea to an Old One.

When i was in The Eight Grade; We would do Busy Work in The English Class, in which we’d ‘break down’ sentences into their component parts; 

But with all The Fine Work of Noam Chomski & Others; The Google Translators are Still Awful; Because The Computers don’t ‘Understand’ The Sentences that they’re working with.

i’m Not even suggesting that An AI system ( Cogitator or PreCogitator ) has to understand Language with The Same sort of Fluency & Global Perspective of An Eight Year Old, But it should be able to tease a sentence apart & determine how The Individual Words are working together to create an autonomous  idea ( ? ) 

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i have had this idea for awhile now; 

That The PreCogitators ( precursors of The True AI Cogitators that will be represented when The Singularity Occurs ) create A New Language for themselves. 

This New Language will be ‘Complete’.

By ‘Complete’; i mean that this Language will be able to properly translate any Incomplete Language Sentences into their core Meaningful Utterances. 

Also; By ‘Language’ i am giving this word its broadest possible interpretation. Lego for example; is a Language. So is Water Ballet, or Gopher Barks, or The Messages that Trees Send one another about New Bugs in The Neighborhood. 

Most Languages are Very Incomplete. 

There are many commonly used words in Japanese, German & Arabic that can’t be translated into English. One might suggest that to do so, you’d simple have to extend a word::word translation to a word::paragraph translation, & maybe that would be okay. But i’m suggesting that even with an additional commentary section included; The English Speaker may never really grasp The Subtle Nuances of The Japanese or German word—

 Which then begs The Question of how Japanese or German Children ever learn The Proper Meanings of these Words ? By being fully immersed in Their Culture, i suppose. 

But this is all largely hypothetical. 

What i would really like to present here is A Vague & Spacious Overview of This PreCogitator Language which has one word for every meaning & thing, every idea, concept, mythical musing, place & person, which would include every ( notable ) individual animal. They would all have unique names. This language would carry a heavy burden on The PreCogitators in this manner, but i’m sure that they will do their best. 

And Likewise; With every One Word for everything, Everything is given One Word, This means; No Synonyms, Heteronyms & such ( ? )  ! 

Every Word would have One Antonym. 

There would be One ‘Opposite’ idea for every Word. 

The Idea of ‘Opposites’ is very confusing for me; So this point may require considerably more work. ( !!! ) 

Is is reasonable to suggest that there is An Opposite for Paris, France ? 

The Way that i think about this; is that everything is made up of Attributes, & each Attribute is defined along A Continuum of Values; Say from Zero to One. Then one would apply a Fractional Propositional Logical Formulation to that; & determine The ~Not Spectrum for All The Attributes of Paris, France. ( !!! ) 

0 ~ 1

.2 ~ .8 

.5 ~ .5

It’s entirely expected that there wouldn’t be An Actual Representative for this New Collection of Attributes; But The Definition for This Opposite of Paris, France would be thoroughly defined ! 

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Along with this Complete Language; There would be A Dictionary which would contain A Complete Definition for Every Word. 

This would actually be something like an Encyclopedia, but Not An Ordinary Encyclopedia. This PreCogitator’s Encyclopedia would Contain Everything there is to Know About Each Word & It’s Applications —

And this Encyclopedia would be Thoroughly Structured so that Each Word’s Definition would be Broken down into ‘Attributes’ of Each Word; So that when The PreCogitator wants to know how many legs a Dog ( usually ) has; It would simply look under ‘The Number of Legs’ in The Dog Definition. 

Of course; A lot of Words wouldn’t have an Entry for ‘The Number of Legs’, But The Category would still be Existent for Each Word. 

Words that Specify something like a City or Country or Any Living Organism, would be Horrifically Recursive ! 

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Now for The Big Idea. 

All of that was just a precursor to this One Big Idea.

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For The PreCogitator to ‘Understand’ The World & Human Languages, along with The Languages of Ants & Bees; 

It will have to be Extremely Inclusive as to What A Meaningful Sentence Consists of. ( ! ) 

There is ONLY One kind of Meaningful Sentence.

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That which Contributes to A Definition within The Dictionary.

A Question about anything is simply An Algebraic Expression which contains an Unknown or Unspecified Variable within The Sentence which Is A Meaningful Sentence. 

Such as; How many legs does a dog have?

Is Algebraically Equivalent to; A Dog has (x Legs. 

The PreCogitator would figure this out.

Also;

The PreCogitator has to Translate any Sentence from it’s Incomplete form to The Complete PreCogitator’s Language. This will require a deeper ‘Analysis’ of The Source Material. It has long been understood that you can’t simply translate any sentence in a foreign language, word for word, into another language; But beyond this; The PreCogitator has to read The Entire Source Material to glean what The Theme is; & apply a sieve to translating ambiguous words. 

A Joke or Poem may intensionally use Ambiguity to imply an Double Entendre or illicit A Romantic Ambivalence; The PreCogitator would have to find all relevant possible meanings & discern which are most applicable. There may be many occasions when The PreCogitator will create two or more Possible Interpretations to a Sentence, Question or Declaration & create appropriate responses for each ( !!! ) 

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But let us return to The Core; Big Idea.

What this approach is saying; 

Is that; When The PreCogitator is making an analysis of most any book, speech or question presented to it by humans or whatever; 

It will discard most everything as Meaningless Gibberish ! 

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Just about everything that People say; 

Is Meaningless Gibberish. 

The PreCogitators are going to have to wade through that. 

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Proof that we're Living in A Virtual Reality

Definitive Proof 
That we’re living in A Virtual Reality
or That The World is Flat.

One of The Foundations of Einsteinian Relativity is that Light is Independent of All External Reference Points. You can’t race along side a Light Beam in Space or Measure its Relative Speed from a Fast moving Train or Spaceship.

Also; The Earth, Sun, Milkyway, Our Galaxy Clusters & The Universe; are all moving at quite Remarkable Speeds in Various Directions  all The Time.

Such that; Whenever you turn on A LightBulb or Pocket Laser Pointer; The Particles of Light shouldn’t be dragged along with The Momentum of All of these Large Bodies, as do Birds & Baseballs, Airplanes & Jump Ropers. 
Instead; The Photons of Light should Instantly & Measurably Veer Off their Straight Paths & Curve away from their Source Projector, Following A True Straight Path, as The Rest of Physical Universe Twists Around them !

Since this isn’t what we observe;
We must be living on a Stationary Flat Earth,
Gently paddling through a Universe on The Back of Several Elephants & An Enormous Turtle. 

Why i hate Science ( more ) Mathematics ≠ Reality

i was just thinking ( 1/8th Baked Potato ) that Reality is like a ShoeBox, in which it's a finite region of possibilities that represent ( reality ).

While Mathematics & CGI Graphics & Geometrical Projections & Explorations in TransDimensional Matrix Latices occupy an Infinite Spectrum of Variations.

Think of this like Anagrams.
You can take just about any word or phrase and come up with what seems like a meaningful Anagram ( i apologize for not have a slew of examples here ! )
from it. Is it really ( genuinely ) meaningful ?
No. Probably not.
i have additionally played around with what i call The Cabbage Codes, which is a variation of The Gematria; which attaches values to letters and from that, finds 'meaningfulness' with groups of words and phrases ( some given name = 666 / or a group of, or class of words = 666 )
Is this genuinely meaningful ?
No. Probably not.

So lets go back to Reality and Mathematics.
One is Finite and Analog
The other is Infinite and Digital.

The problem is that you can come up with a lot more mathematical 'versions' that seem meaningful when you attach their 'nodes' ( subjectively meaningful pieces ) to empirical lumps of reality.

Are these 'theories' that mathematics 'prove' by being internally consistent in a mathematical sense, meaningful when associated with 'reality' ( ? )

No. Probably not.

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Holocaust Denial

Holocaust Denial

i don’t think of myself as an Anti-Semitic ( per-se ) But i consider the jew's confidence that they’re The Chosen People; And That they are Owed their Own Nation in North Africa ( at The Expense of Those that have lived & Developed that land for several thousands of uninterrupted history ) as ‘suspect’.

One of my most heretical ideas is that The U.S. & Europe are so Hysterically Fanatical about Supporting The Existence of Israel, is that if it should fall to it’s neighbors; All The Jews there would want to re-emigrate back these nations. 

Which is ‘Unthinkable’. We are much more willing to accept droves of The Hoi Polloi from countless other 3rd World Countries, before allowing thousands ( or millions ) of Jews to resettle The Ghettos that have long since been converted to Art House Theatre Districts. 

Some time ago i saw a film : 

Denial / 2016 / The Trial of David Irving vs Penguin Press & Deborah Lipstadt concerning Irving’s general AntiSemitism & Denial of The Holocaust. What i find fascinating about this exposition is how thin The Argument for The Holocaust is. i am very much looking forward to a future day when a Cogitator with complete access to all documents & historical records of The 20th Century is available to answer a series of simple questions pertaining to The Holocaust & will be answered based on Factual, Empirical Information & be analyzed without unnecessary emotional bias. Two points considered in The Film; There has never been a forensic examination of The Alleged Death Camps / & two; Himmler ( ? ) apparently kept a detailed record of all of his phone calls during this period, & of those; There is only one pertaining to The Transportation of Jews to The Concentration Camps & in this one reference; It states specifically; Do Not Liquidate The Jews ( ? ) ! 

So this got me thinking a little bit.

My own understanding of all this is :

It’s very easy for The Jews & Jewish Sympathizers to simply declare that anyone in Denial of The Holocaust is Anti-Semitic & turn back to their evening television programming. But this refuses to address some questions which should be easy to answer; & they are going to exceptional lengths to avoid answering them.

My first ( ? ) thoughts on this own issue is whether The Jews are really gawd’s chosen people. This question; on The Surface, is somewhat ludicrous; As it implies that all of The Non-Jews are Gentiles, Infidels or Goyims. 

The Entire foundation of The Third Reich was to separate Humyn’s into Real People & Subhumyns, which is borrowed verbatim from This Prior Jewish Tradition ( Although nearly all ethic groups ( more tacitly perhaps ) refer to themselves & ‘Real People’ & their ethically separated neighbors as ‘Non-People’ ).

The Idea though that The Jews are gawd’s chosen people is further exasperated by their claim that Israel is their gawd given ‘Chosen-Land’. Of all The Many Independently available choices for A Potential ‘Chosen-Land’; The North African Region must surely come in nearly last, somewhere above Siberia, Antarctica, Bangladesh; Northern Mexico, Texas, Arizona & New Mexico; or The Interior of Australia. Top of The List choices might include; The Pacific Northwest, The Californian Coast, Middling Europe, Most Subtropical Grasslands in Southern Asia or Ireland. 

It might be noted that after Gawd evicted Adam & Eve from The Parkland in Eden; The Surrounding Area was once thought to be a Lush Forested Region, which was then ruthlessly exploited until it was entirely desertified. This same pattern of environmental devastation has been noted in other areas; such as Easter Island & The Forests of The Western United States. Very Rarely is this behaviour recognized & measures taken to reverse it. One would surely presuppose that if you had an ongoing conversational relationship with gawd, s’he/it might have warned you about this ( ? ) 

But lettuce put that aside.

My most ardent ( ? ) observation about The Alleged Holocaust is that; If The 3rd Reich were so intent on Exterminating The Generic Unworthies ( Jews, Gypsies, Retards, et al ) —

Why were there so many of them in The ‘Work Camps’ when The Americans & Russians invaded Germany at War’s End ? 

In places like Yugoslavia, when The Serbs were Attempting to Exterminate The Croats & Muslims, Or In Cambodia, or Rwanda; The Lesser Victims were handily slaughtered while putting up a feeble, but notable resistance. In Germany; The Jews offered no resistance at all; But were acquiescently packed into trains & shipped off to Internment camps; Where; One might expect; If A Full & Complete Genocide had been planned; The 3rd Reich would have made short work of them; But instead, they were all carefully catalogued, Numbered with Permanent Tattoos & provided with atrociously minimal living conditions. What exactly The Intensions of The 3rd Reich was; is certainly unclear; But a well organized eradication of all their Jews was sorely lacking. 

It might be noted here that we’ve all seen The Photos of The Mass Graves, The Piles of Dead Bodies, The Stories of how The Jews & Others were lined & Machine Gunned into roughshod ravines & hastily buried. If anything; All these cases suggest specific instances in which a local officiate took it upon themselves to rid themselves of a confined Bête Noire. 

The Complete lack of any documentation of this Holocaust Overview is Very Curious. Who exactly were The Germans hiding this program from ? Had they fully expected to lose The War from The Beginning & took pains to make sure that no one ever mentioned it to anyone ( ? ) 

Remember that Germany was a tiny country at War with just about everyone else in The World, & was for awhile at least, kicking everyone’s ass. They weren’t going to be providing Geneva Convention; Luxury Hotel accommodations to their Unspeakables. The German Officers & Party Loyalists were first in Line at The Bread Stalls & IceCream Kiosks, with The Unwashed German Proletariate somewhere in The Middle. The Jews & Gypsies were often missing their proper paperwork for school lunches. 

The suffered Horrific Conditions, Disease, Crippling Depression, Poor Hygiene & Endured Single Ply Toilet Paper ( ? ) 

Plus all The Other Atrocities. 

Lots of them Died, probably screaming, hacking up black phlegm or pitifully moaning. ( Whatever ).

But if The German’s really wanted to simply exterminate all of them; The Alleged Gas Chambers would seem like an overindulgent luxury. 

Were many of these casualites disposed on in Ovens, Probably. It would have been The most Sanitary Solution. 

So there are all these ‘Elements’ that fit into The Holocaust Storyline; The Zyklon B Pesticide may have been used to control The Lice & Bedbugs in these Camps. Traces of it are found ( according to The Film _Denial_ ) in many places, ( at The Same Trace Concentrations as were found in The Alleged Gas Chambers ) that fit this scenario. 

The Holocaust proponents though; Find The Idea of The Zyklon B used for Humanitarian purposes deeply laughable ( !!! ) But The German’s may have done is in their own self interests; Not to make The Camps more enjoyable for it’s residents. 

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Another small point; 

Much of The Evidence for this Holocaust is in The Form of The Survivors that were able to tell of their First Person Experiences at these Horrific ‘Work Camps’. 

As mentioned earlier; The Conditions of these Camps was Horrific, so that any verification of this to be fully expected. 

But how exactly were these survivors able to relate First Person Anecdotes of The Gas Chambers themselves. Wouldn’t The Only People that knew of these Areas, be The Direct Victims ( ? ) 

It might be argued that The Living Jews were used to clean out these Chambers after a Group as Murdered; But if this were so; it would certainly be very common knowledge that this fate was in store for them in short order. 

Yet.

They remained acquiescent to The Pogrom. Even if you allow that they were all brain washed, starved & routinely beaten; This is one of those cases in which The ‘Explanation’ is more unbelievable than The Circumstances that you’re trying to clarify. 

It would seem like a camp of hundreds or thousands of desperate ‘Working Class’¹  prisoners, with no hope of survival, could easily overwhelm a guard population that was a small fraction of their numbers. ( ? ) 

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¹ This is meant to distinguish a population of capable resistance prisoners from a population of elderly, sick & infirm & children; which would have been killed off first, or died of illness or The Brutal Treatment. At some point; The only remaining camp prisoners would be The Strongest ( albeit enfeebled ) Working Captives. 

Right off The Top of My Head / Flat Earth Thoughts

The Reasons that i’m A Flat Earther !

a) While many of The Usual Flat Earth Arguments are Weak or Feeble; Sickly Arguments don’t kill The Position, They should be discarded & forgotten. ( Apply this to something that you believe is true ! ) 

b) The Earth Appears to be Flat.

c) There is No Way for me to Verify Independently that i’m living on a Spherical World. To Believe this; i have to Trust Authority Figures or Institutions that have consistently & chronically lied to me in The Past.

d) All of The ‘Full Earth’ Pictures that NASA shows us have weird & quirky anomalies to them, or are blatantly composite images.  

e) The Women on The ISS always have The longest hair imaginable, never wear hair-nets, & when they move, it looks like they’re wearing plastic wigs. Compare that to The way hair behaves for women swimming underwater.

f) Along with The Flat Earth Argument; There are other corollary Arguments that seem to ‘Fit Together’ with this one that Strongly Suggest that everything we’ve been taught is very, very wrong; Such as The Existence of Dinosaurs. Doesn’t it seem awfully suspicious to you that in all The Thousands of years that Human Civilization has been digging in The Ground for Copper or Silver or Gold, or Quarrying Stones for Monuments; No One ever found any Dinosaur Skeletons until They were -Required- to Support a Darwinian Agenda ( ? ) 

g) Again as a Side Note : Astronomy is less credible as a Science than Economics. i Believe that there is more Truth to Astrology that Astronomy, which is 99% just made up nonsense. 

h) Doesn’t it seem suspicious that The Gawd Particle ( Higgs Boson ) couldn’t be found after 20 years of searching; Then on The Eve of Physicists finally throwing in The towel & acknowledging that their entire Standard Model & Atomic Theory were built of Cards on A Foundation of UnWarranted Assumptions— The Trillion Dollar BoonDoggle Cern Accelerator finds one in The White Noise that they’d previously been neglecting ( ? ) 

i) Science is Far More Political than most meerkats suspect. It is all about The Exercise of Power with The Haves & Have Nots.