zondag 22 april 2012






ADULTS ACT LIKE CHILDREN, WHO FALL INTO A SWIMMINGPOOL FULL OF ICECREAM AND THEN TRY TO EAT THEIR WAY OUT of it. Jian, tcm, SiTU



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Finally I got some information. It were just two simple messages I found on the Web (thank the Aliens for that), posted by the NASA-Mentalsquad. Remoteviewing and stuff like that. I never understood, why those guys stayed in deep-underground bunkercomplexes, to tell what is happening outside. The first memo mentioned an asteroid, which would come dangerously close to the moon (number 2004 XP14). I learned at the Academy, that asteroids that size, were followed by huge iceballs and other spacedebris. It would rain cats and dogs again; frozen parts of Atlantis. Secondly NASA predicted a collision of two hugh storms on the planet Jupiter.. They frankly admitted that they didn't know what would happen next. I do.

Before I got to this planet I was shortly briefed about the effects of a shrinking universe. That's why I am here. I am payed to watch and report. About what? About the Big Bang of course. My bosses missed the last one.



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Love is a 4-letter word, but so is hate. Jian, tcm, SiTU



The secretary of Defense of the Kingdom of the Netherlands layed backwards in his comfortable armchair and smiled at the glass he held in his hands. The political backing of his policy to participate in global peacemissions was thin, but determined. Some of the members of parliament would not even mind if atombombs were used. The global threat against democracy and freedom must be stopped. He thougt, while sipping his whiskey, about the leftwing politicians, who had started as pacifists. They knew nothing of worldpolitics. Once he had flown in a Apache-helicopter across the deserts of Afghanistan. They even had let him use the machinegun. A sensation he would never forget.

He reached for the newspaper, which lay on is his desk. Even this former leftwing paper had changed dramatically. They had realised that the fighting now and in the nearby future, would open up markets, the Dutch had never reached. There would be deaths of course, but he would visit every funeral, to get the necessity of these missions across.



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M!”, the prime minister of the Netherlands opened his eyes and saw his political advisor standing in front of him. On the floor laid the report he had been reading and which had slipped out of his hands. Before he could pick up the papers, his advisor had done so and laid the report needly on his desk. M. had not said a word.

You have read the report, I see.” M. looked ad the piles of paperwork, which surrounded him. “Which one do you mean.”, he stuttered a bit, but the conservation with his assistant warmed him up. His brain slowly accelerated and would reach its huge potential in a minute or two. “You don't mean, that memorandum about a “Dutch Pearl Harbor.”” “I know,”, his advisor said, while putting a chair in front of him to set down. “It's a daring concept, but according to the strategists it's the best idea to garantee your second term in office.” “It is much to drastic. Things like that always come into the open, in the end.” “Prime-minister, analysis shows, that even when clear connections between government and terror-attacks are brought into the open, the public does not seem to mind. All they want is safety, but first this safety has to be threatened.” M. shook his head. “What would that mean. A jet crashing into the Royal Palace?” Despise this joke, his political advisor reacted completely serious. “No,nothing like that. They are suggesting an outbreak of birdflu.”

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