Wulf's Pawprints

Stalking my voice.

Monday, May 26, 2008

McCAIN WINS THE ERECTION!

Engineering the truth

'The West has the best democracy money can buy', that assertion can hardly be disputed with a straight face. The elections in the US impact on us all and therefore are of great interest to all people of earth.

The fireworks and circus that surround the ongoing battle between Clinton and Obama are keeping everyone's attention focused away from what is important.
For the record, whilst I have started out backing Clinton because I believe that a woman who rises up to greatness is weighted and measured above and beyond of what a man in her position would be. To put it in other words, for a woman to break the glass ceiling she must strap on rocket boosters to reach for the sky.
As the campaign progressed, I am leaning towards Osama.
Mainly because it would be nice for a change to have an erudite leader of the free world.
If speech is a trait unique human and it is what makes us work well as a group, Obama would inspire us all to greatness.
I am weary of his grevious sins such as not wearing the US flag in the lapel and having a Pastor who believes that the white establishment is rogering the blacks hard. However I am willing to forgive him those plainly disqualifying holes in his otherwise apparently stellar character.
There are ways the desperate wide-eyed Clinton still can still win the nomination but the most probable involve time travel or assassination of Obama.

Sadly, the election that so many anticipate as a liberation of the entire world from the yoke of tyranny and darkness has already been lost.
Bush Mk.III, McCain, he of volatile temper has already been elected the president of United States.
As much as I find it distasteful to quote the man, it was Stalin who is alleged to have said, "Those who cast votes decide nothing, those who count votes decide everything."

This video [15min well worth downloading] of a researcher and a Journalist investigating Karl Rove's accidental release of 500 e-mail messages to GeorgeBush.com (rightwing spankfest) to GeorgeBush.org (a leftwing spankfest) will open your eyes on how the election has been stolen. To summarise:

  • In the last election 2004, over 3,000,000 votes were declared spoiled, largely by the Republicans.
  • In some states, Bush margin was as little as 5000 votes with 30,000 votes declared spoiled.
  • Spoiled votes are largely minorities and likely to vote democrat. A black is 900% more likely to have his vote declared spoiled than a white, a latino 500% and American Indian 2000%. Clearly these are not well off people likely to vote for the GOP.
  • Many soldiers are denied the right to vote on the grounds that too many live at one address (military base).

Combine this frightening disclosure with the fact that many US states now use black box electronic voting machines that are open to remote tempering. An ATM and a One armed bandit has more controls than a voting machine though the prize is much, much greater.

There is only one conclusion to be drawn as many have asserted that the US as a world power has stopped being a democracy a while ago and has instead gotten very good at management perception of the people.

My prediction for 2008 is McCain 'by a narrow margin', 4 more years of Bushism.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

EMERGENCE

Fixion

Thrown forward into the webbing once again.
This time I hung in the restraints for a few seconds longer. The forward console became down all off the sudden, rushing towards me again to try to merge with me in a firm and final embrace of plasteel and flesh.
The green hue of the chronox implant in my retina was counting down, tiny green worm digits slithering inside my eye, unwinding to zero. Soon, very soon...my breakfast tried to leave my stomach again with another jolt of the deaccelerators. Well, physics of interdemonsional travel are beyond me. I just buy the gear and press the buttons. This current chariot, vehicle of adventure and discovery, a boon to all travellers seeking excitement and glory, the Isospititus KI2, fresh off the lot. The price was only 20 souls, how could I resist?
Bargain, practically free what with all the mischief in the multiverse, souls were a dime a dozen.

There was a loud scream behind me, angels and demons sang together in a cacophonic chorus and a large lithometalic column of machinery flew past my restraint couch missing my skull by milets. I twisted my spine uncomfortably trying to grow eyes on the back of my neck. There was a huge gaping hole where the unit detached in the bulkhead behind me. The de-acceleration jolts were coming together more frequently, massive thrusts as if the craft was a speeding wagon entering patches of thick gooey sponge at high speed. Welcome to Multiverse Aleph-Theoth-21... thats what the console indicated. At least there was stuff here... I rubbed the bruise on my palm. The last emergence was in the precise middle of absolutely nothing. As soon as the dark sense of dread of absolute nothingness crept at the periphery of my awareness, I hit the jump button. A tad too hard, it still hurt... I was a bit rattled by that.
Maybe I should have mapped the jump with greater care, but I just wanted to get out of there... Aleph-Thoth-21 it is, friendly place.
It was embracing me with the desire and strength of a 200 pound psycho-girlfriend.
'I will never let you go baby!', Cruch... I could swear I cracked a rib against the webbing. Somewhere deep inside the craft there was a sound as if a herd of bulls tiptoed rather unsuccessfully though a China and Nitroglicerine emporium.
Suddenlty the air scrubbers begun whining at full speed and the air of the capsule filled with smokey haze.
Not that I particularly cared since at the exact time another jolt came and I was flung towards the homicidal console again. My arms and legs arcing together like a ragdoll. There was bruising, no doubt at all I thought as I finally liberated the breakfast in a slow languid arc of zero gee. I watched as the gravity claimed it in the next break cycle and the vomit turned from a peacock coloured cloud to a rainbow blur raining on the console. Naturally, with the fortitude that has marked my soujourn since the start, the splatter hit the exact middle of the main viewer screen.
Before the screen was obscured by my half digested toast, I saw long streaks of superluminal star streaks coalesing into solid spheres. This one at least was not empty. I shuddered once again at the mercifully brief scar of the last experience.
I should be needing some deep exorcism to drive out those evils eating my mind.

The last jolt was the strongest, the craft entered the newtonian space and as the multiple dimensions wilted off the skin of the ship, like flaking petals off a dying flower, there was an almighty shudder. As if leviathan himself had coughed up not a man but an entire assembly of plasteel and lithometalics and spells woven and bound into the form of a multispacial vessel. Somewhere towards the aft section there was a sound as if the finger of god strummed an impossibly taut string... and broke it.
Entire left section of the console begun to glow crimson and a soothing voice begun to narrate a not so soothing litany of my imminent doom.
'Coolant voided', 'Core collapsing', 'Spatial manifold compromised'...
Ya ya ya... I yelled angrily at the machine voice, slapping down the alarms.

The mulidimensiator glared at me from the centre of the console, its cyclopean blue iris marked with four clovers of standard four dimensional space, gently wafting at me its message of nominality. It was no longer a chaotic dance of lighting energies, multiversal soup of quantum uncertainties. For better or for worse, laws of physics governed once more.

I fell back into the couch with a deep sigh, slapping open the webbing button.
The craft was silent with the finality only a misadventure may bring.
There were systems dying everywhere. Whistle of spinning down gyros, crackle of overheated insulation, muted howls of dying drive demons.

I had a feeling I would be here for a while.