12/14/2016, 11:11 am
The Progressive Party of Perpetual Progressivist Progress still, shall we say, reality-challenged ‒ yet its figurehead, World-Redeemer-2008, already dreams of New Horizons.
As He thinks (or claims to think) that Amerikkka, in Year-8 of Fundamental Transformation, is all hunky-dory (yep), all of a sudden He self-transforms to Science Guy 2.0.
Promptly to approaching January 20th, The Historically Unprecedented discovers Mars, and orders His federal treasurers "to invest", as He says, in writing De revolutionibus orbium coelestium, with emphasis on "revolutionibus".
It has to be, He says, a preliminary Mars-splainin' opus He is willing to benevolently dictate, under the clandestine name of "Cicolaus Nopernicus" (most secretly and electronically generated by His inner-circle staff).
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"We are, no," He smiles, "on January 15th, we will be," and now His voice raises, "five days away from fundamentally transforming the Universe!"
And then He expands on that thought. "The road ahead will be long," He says, "The climb of the rockets will be steep. There will be bumps in the road. A bumpy road to give us hope. A hope that solar will drive the climb. And wind, the cosmic wind, will propel our future."
Then He added "Not you ‒ We will build a ramp to this road," and, somewhat mysteriously, "This will ramp-up our progressive drive." As a storm of questions started ‒ where? how? when? ‒ He smiled : "I want to say one word to you. Just one word: Kalorama."
Then gave a shoutout: "People of the Mars, look at Me!" And vanished.
First reactions :
The Kube:
Striking. The One ‒ his speechscribes ‒ know about cosmic wind?
EUSSR (Krautland first) :
Goin' to Mars? A folly. We must "invest" in our "future", our beloved "asylee refugee protectee" * of Afro/Arabic origin. Vee haff zhe Duty to Save zhe Werld.
* yep, official language Orwellization (one of a multitude), within less than a year ‒ Kraut Edition : Asylant (asylee) → Flüchtling (refugee) → Schutzsuchende(r) (protection-seekee, F/M).
Invented to hide the biting reality : those to be granted asyl ‒ as defined by (international) Law ‒ are a thin, around 1% sliver in the deluge of want-(assumed-)better-life seekers plus an undertide of shady figures.
Non-Fake News organs :
A President Trump would never be that visionary. For him, the Earth is flat, and everything revolves around it. Indeed, Mr. Trump believes that the center of that revolving motion is always the point where he himself stands.
And phothag, the photog hagiographer of WHouse,
twittered :
@NSA Agents monitoring this site :
Yes, there is a fake element in this. Instead of Mars, the phothag caught, um, Uranus. Sorry.
P.S. Freshly incoming, from Mars, dated November 9th
(you know, signals from Mars are mightily delayed,
due to catastrophic Interplanetary Climate Change) :
As He thinks (or claims to think) that Amerikkka, in Year-8 of Fundamental Transformation, is all hunky-dory (yep), all of a sudden He self-transforms to Science Guy 2.0.
Promptly to approaching January 20th, The Historically Unprecedented discovers Mars, and orders His federal treasurers "to invest", as He says, in writing De revolutionibus orbium coelestium, with emphasis on "revolutionibus".
It has to be, He says, a preliminary Mars-splainin' opus He is willing to benevolently dictate, under the clandestine name of "Cicolaus Nopernicus" (most secretly and electronically generated by His inner-circle staff).
~
"We are, no," He smiles, "on January 15th, we will be," and now His voice raises, "five days away from fundamentally transforming the Universe!"
And then He expands on that thought. "The road ahead will be long," He says, "The climb of the rockets will be steep. There will be bumps in the road. A bumpy road to give us hope. A hope that solar will drive the climb. And wind, the cosmic wind, will propel our future."
Then He added "Not you ‒ We will build a ramp to this road," and, somewhat mysteriously, "This will ramp-up our progressive drive." As a storm of questions started ‒ where? how? when? ‒ He smiled : "I want to say one word to you. Just one word: Kalorama."
Then gave a shoutout: "People of the Mars, look at Me!" And vanished.
First reactions :
The Kube:
Striking. The One ‒ his speechscribes ‒ know about cosmic wind?
EUSSR (Krautland first) :
Goin' to Mars? A folly. We must "invest" in our "future", our beloved "asylee refugee protectee" * of Afro/Arabic origin. Vee haff zhe Duty to Save zhe Werld.
* yep, official language Orwellization (one of a multitude), within less than a year ‒ Kraut Edition : Asylant (asylee) → Flüchtling (refugee) → Schutzsuchende(r) (protection-seekee, F/M).
Invented to hide the biting reality : those to be granted asyl ‒ as defined by (international) Law ‒ are a thin, around 1% sliver in the deluge of want-(assumed-)better-life seekers plus an undertide of shady figures.
Non-Fake News organs :
A President Trump would never be that visionary. For him, the Earth is flat, and everything revolves around it. Indeed, Mr. Trump believes that the center of that revolving motion is always the point where he himself stands.
And phothag, the photog hagiographer of WHouse,
twittered :
@NSA Agents monitoring this site :
Yes, there is a fake element in this. Instead of Mars, the phothag caught, um, Uranus. Sorry.
P.S. Freshly incoming, from Mars, dated November 9th
(you know, signals from Mars are mightily delayed,
due to catastrophic Interplanetary Climate Change) :
(indeed, Kube received that signal already, here)
Mystery item No. 1
Hide it back 