Sometimes, when our planets were at their closest opposition among the stars, we would point the viewer towards the old homeworld, hoping the duststorms had cleared enough for us to see the scarred land beneath.
If we got lucky, we would show our great grandchildren the North American continent. They would see the ravaged lands, raped for their minerals and fuels. The Great Plains were no more than an open-cast mine, ten miles deep and a thousand miles long, bookended with the rubble of the once mighty Rockies and the Appalachians.
Further north stretched the incomprehensively vast, mechanical diaspora that covered the entirety of the 49th parallel all the way to the pole, the land stripped and the ocean long since walled-off and drained to provide access to those oh-so-precious minerals...
We would tell our descendants about the 51st state, and the war that decimated its cities and farmlands.
And, if we were in the mood - and the kids were tired enough to enjoy a bedtime fable - we would tell them the legend of America.
They would listen as we described a land where anyone from anywhere was welcome. A place where, once, you could have nothing but become anything. And where, for hundreds of years, you could think - and speak - freely, have your own thoughts and feelings and express them.
We would tell them about 'democracy' and that planet's defenders of 'freedom'...
It was at that point in our bedtime story that the kids would snort derisively and say, "Great grandpapa, you're making that up!"
Then they'd turn over, go back into their augmented metaverse and immerse themselves in their AI cartoons (that the Masters had decreed must be enjoyed by all minors, as part of their 'daily, educational entertainment for growing minds').
They were too young. They didn't believe.
But we remembered.
Until the duststorms on distant Earth returned, obscured the view, and our reverie was broken.
That was life, back then, from our little Martian home in Elonsville.
The less people know, the less of which they are aware. The less people know, the less they talk about. The less people talk about, the less they know. Full circle. 😐
The View is one of the few mainstream media shows that may have a chance of reaching people not paying attention to news otherwise. So I hope the cast and crew keep calling it like it is…..and if they have to have more celebrities on, start with Springsteen.
I see this as all part of the regime’s war on our minds. They attack Harvard and threaten every college and university in America. Dumbing down America plays directly into the tyrants tiny hands.
Sometimes, when our planets were at their closest opposition among the stars, we would point the viewer towards the old homeworld, hoping the duststorms had cleared enough for us to see the scarred land beneath.
If we got lucky, we would show our great grandchildren the North American continent. They would see the ravaged lands, raped for their minerals and fuels. The Great Plains were no more than an open-cast mine, ten miles deep and a thousand miles long, bookended with the rubble of the once mighty Rockies and the Appalachians.
Further north stretched the incomprehensively vast, mechanical diaspora that covered the entirety of the 49th parallel all the way to the pole, the land stripped and the ocean long since walled-off and drained to provide access to those oh-so-precious minerals...
We would tell our descendants about the 51st state, and the war that decimated its cities and farmlands.
And, if we were in the mood - and the kids were tired enough to enjoy a bedtime fable - we would tell them the legend of America.
They would listen as we described a land where anyone from anywhere was welcome. A place where, once, you could have nothing but become anything. And where, for hundreds of years, you could think - and speak - freely, have your own thoughts and feelings and express them.
We would tell them about 'democracy' and that planet's defenders of 'freedom'...
It was at that point in our bedtime story that the kids would snort derisively and say, "Great grandpapa, you're making that up!"
Then they'd turn over, go back into their augmented metaverse and immerse themselves in their AI cartoons (that the Masters had decreed must be enjoyed by all minors, as part of their 'daily, educational entertainment for growing minds').
They were too young. They didn't believe.
But we remembered.
Until the duststorms on distant Earth returned, obscured the view, and our reverie was broken.
That was life, back then, from our little Martian home in Elonsville.
The less people know, the less of which they are aware. The less people know, the less they talk about. The less people talk about, the less they know. Full circle. 😐
The View is one of the few mainstream media shows that may have a chance of reaching people not paying attention to news otherwise. So I hope the cast and crew keep calling it like it is…..and if they have to have more celebrities on, start with Springsteen.
I see this as all part of the regime’s war on our minds. They attack Harvard and threaten every college and university in America. Dumbing down America plays directly into the tyrants tiny hands.
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