Saturday, November 26, 2011

The Georgia Guidestones

(originally posted last year...dunno why i'm reposting it now, i just am)

The Georgia Guidestones
an unusual granite monument that stands in Elberton, Georgia
erected in 1979...financed by persons unknown 
with a message to humanity written in 
Russian, Hebrew, Arabic, Hindi, Chinese, English, Spanish and Swahili
as well as Greek, Sanskrit, Egyptian hieroglyphs and Babylonian cuneiform

1.  Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature.
2.  Guide reproduction wisely -- improving fitness and diversity.
3.  Unite humanity with a living new language.
4.  Rule passion -- faith -- tradition -- and all things with tempered reason.
5.  Protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts.
6.  Let all nations rule internally resolving external disputes in a world court.
7.  Avoid petty laws and useless officials.
8.  Balance personal rights with social duties.
9.  Prize truth -- beauty -- love -- seeking harmony with the infinite.
10.  Be not a cancer upon the earth -- leave room for nature -- leave room for nature.

Well, at first glance it sounds okay...until you consider that right now, there's about 7,000,000,000 of us. So, in order to bring the world's population into the 500,000,000 range, more than 90% of the world's population would have to die.  I figure that, in order for the chosen ones to be able to procreate (which of course they'll want to do, because they think their kids are so much cuter than everyone else's), 95% of the world's population would have to move or get moved, out of their way. 

Makes you wonder what some people know that the rest of us don't, and whether you're as well-connected as you may once have believed...if you're entirely in the loop.  

I know that unless I was suddenly Super-Nice toward Jan Tanner, me and mine are probably on the "Do Not Pass Go" List.  Oh well, we'll certainly have plenty of company.  I guess I'm just not oriented that way; wasn't born that way and could NEVER choose to be that nice to Jan just for the sake of my own self-preservation -- EVER.

And so, what to do with all of us and our'n?  Well, when the sky was raining lemons, the Nazis sure could stir up one hell of a lemonade.   I've already mentioned the house-slippers made out of human hair, and lampshades made out of human skin...and just recently learned that the Nazis actually rendered folks to make soap out of 'em!  

Wow, man...!  If that's how the Nazis' were, if that's how they thought -- if they could really wash their babies with such a ghoulish soap, and then sing them lullabies by the soft, somnabular light of a Jew-skin lamp -- 

--- then the Nazis were cannibals.  THEY HAD TO BE.  There simply is no subtle segue-way between human soap and human soup; driven by insatiable lusts, indomitable superiority complexes, having absolutely rejected the very notion of God, yet in such obvious fear of their own deaths...

...well, it must just be the natural progression of things.  

I read that the Nazis were killing people at such a rate, they couldn't dispose of the bodies fast enough.  Whenever they could, they'd cremate, but it was just a matter of time before the ovens -- which ran day and night -- were overwhelmed.  Heaping piles of bodies became fuel for open-air bonfires, a practice that was stopped amid concerns it was contributing to greenhouse gases and human-induced global warming  (just kidding -- ha.).  The doomed would often first dig their own graves -- Olympic swimming pool-sized pits with a capacity for 113,000 tightly packed bodies -- but no matter how much lime and dirt used to dissolve and disguise the truth, Mother Earth could only regurgitate and vomit up the vile fluids of death and putrefaction...turning the Vaterland soil into the unspeakable quicksands of Hell.  

The Nazis' myopic focus on self-preservation uber alles would prove the their undoing; confident that their precise number-crunchers had factored in every conceivable, gruesome variable, only to be slowly overcome and suffocated by wave after wave of mute and unmoving corpses; the black insanity and macabre machinations of Nazi socialism, exposed by the awful beating of its victims' tell-tale hearts, all throbbing in deafening, maddening unison.  

My friends, at what price freedom?  Somewhere in the Bible it states that in the latter days -- after humanity has accepted Satan's mark -- men will pray for death, but death will not come to them.   How can we fear death, if the alternative is to live our lives in a world so terrible?

Nothing's ever changed, some people never learn, and history is doomed to repeat itself. 

Woe, to realize that Evil always was and always is; Woe to recognize that monsters are real and all around us -- our neighbors, families, friends...upstairs, downstairs, in the closet, next door, up the street, around the way, down yonder...

Researching my next homespun, hometown story has brought me to Morbidville, and I guess this is a preface to it.  

"I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the Sustainable Design of Utopia...and to the Fourth Reich, for which it stands, one world, without God, irredeemable, with slavery and servitude for all."

Soup's on.

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