Mine or Yours?

If you are thinking about making the most of this situation by capitalizing on what I am doing, I have no expectations or obligations. I have a plan myself and no matter what you are doing as your own plan, you can be a part of my plan and work with me here. I can also go there, be a part of your plan, or do my own thing on the side and be like a popular vendor for the audience.

As much as I enjoy playing video games and lounging about, the pointless reason why I am doing that is the worst thing imaginable for me. That is the worst thing that could be done to me, because it is oppression to prevent legal freedoms that are sacred to my nation, extreme resistance to deny normal human rights applicable to everyone, and a waste of my time— which is death each moment. As long as life may seem, it is actually very short compared to the timeline of all humanity, and not a single bit of it should be wasted because of evil—having it done to you or doing it yourself.

Being able to do what I most want to do for myself while my time is wasted because I have no other option than to enjoy myself by myself is what makes it worth while. That is not evil, unless you are denying responsibility to do it. I am being denied what is my responsibility, work, and purpose, and not because anybody grants that or that it has anything to do with the world. They are denying me all that is non-bodily by using what is non-bodily of them and expecting me to provide proof of what they are doing. Do you see how unjust that is?

I do have proof, and it is that they are doing it. The damage they are doing to my life is evidence. I don’t need to find the murder weapon. I have the murdered corpse, and the only one with the opportunity is the USA government. That is enough to demand an investigation. The motive can be deduced, but we need to interview them first and get the facts on record. Then we may be able to find the “evidence” they think can’t be found because of how they misunderstood the authority of the USA government.

It may not have been the USA government, but that has to be determined because we have reason to believe without a doubt that it was them. The only difference being that other unlawful activity occurred that is yet unknown as a variable, which is why an investigation is not only demanded, but necessary for the life and security of the entire nation.

Anyway, as much as I love what I am doing, I would much rather be working productively in the community in some way that is profitable while still having enough time to enjoy my favorite hobbies. I have no family to be concerned about because I want to start one of my own, and in my family I would never circumcise a child. That would never happen in all of time in any situation and for no reason. That is the most hateful, unacceptable, and intolerable thing in my family, which is why I reject the one I came from. They don’t understand that, so I cannot be a part of them and need to start my own family.

I don’t need their permission, approval, or blessing, and I don’t care about what they think they can give me, because the problem is theirs, they should have known better, they’ve refused my help, and they were also hateful to me as a child and life there was horrible. Good riddance. I do not even miss them. Not even the tiniest bit. So, that’s actually the best part of all this in my opinion, and that is not anything that anyone can affect or destroy the happiness it brings me. Even though the Jews try to destroy all that makes me happy, all that they destroy is worldly and added altogether it is nothing even remotely close to the happiness that rejecting my family and starting a better one is.

They don’t understand that either. The world is what makes the animal part of me happy, and the animal part of me is most inclined to do violence, have sex, and be top dog on the hill of bones. Normally I would be of no concern to them, because that is what they want and I just want lay in the sun and chase stuff, but because of how they are affecting my worldly life from the hill of bones, I have no choice but to destroy them, and claim the hill as my own to be top dog. That very thing is exactly what they were trying to prevent with preemptive violence from paranoia by trying to destroy all good males they see as threats. Would of never happened if they were not paranoid and acting out of cowardice because of that paranoia by being unable to recognize it as irrational.

“How’s the connection, boys? Did you manage to get an uplink?”

“Still no dice, cap… the weather is Armageddon out there and keeps jamming the signals. We’ve tried everything we can and keep doing so, but have had no luck.”

“Good work. Keep doing what you are doing. We are going to break through the eyewall any moment now, and that should buy you the time you need.”

Junior sailor in the background finishes whatever he was doing with half his body behind the electrical equipment by hanging from the overhead with his legs to reach what he was working on. We he drops down, he pushes them back into place and secures them, then picks up his coffee mug that was lodged in an angle iron by the handle and takes a drink. It appears he has green tea in it by the label of the two tea tags hanging from underneath the seal. Didn’t think anybody drank that stuff.

“Potato wire rigged with a paper clip to bypass the jelly detector, chief.” The sailor with the tea says after exhaling with satisfaction. He then notices my presence. “In accordance with captain’s alterfied order 12B.” He adds hastily.

The chief acknowledges with a nod and doesn’t say anything. He looks over to the other junior sailor with his back to everyone and working the crank wheel on “the hamster box”, as they call it.

There is a tense silence as everyone waits, crammed together with the captain there. Whatever joking or antics may be going on normally are stowed away at the moment, making it especially awkward. Only the chief and the junior sailor doing the potato thing are the only ones who don’t seem concerned at all.

“We’ve got a connection! Up fivers with the Public Net!” the hamster box operator announces with the excitement of a teenager, which he is. Didn’t know he was qualified to do operate that yet, but I told the officers to make sure that type of thing happens, so I can’t question it now. Still though… this isn’t the time for training operators. No… I shouldn’t doubt the chief. He knows his men and what they can do.

At the shell conch receptor the radioman of the watch takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for brief moment before opening them with crystal clear focus, and then takes the shell conch off the pedestal.

When he talks, he uses that same voice he always uses on the air with the slightest Texas drawl and city slicker tone, but you don’t often hear him talk like that at other times.

“Earth to the Jews. Come in. Earth to the Jews, do you copy? Destroying or weakening all the strong, good men is bad idea. Aren’t they the ones who protect you from Muslims? Acknowledge copy. Over. Earth to the Maiden. Come in. Earth to the Maiden, do you copy? Destroying or weakening all the strong, good men is a bad idea. Aren’t they the ones who protect you from everything? Acknowledge copy. Over. Earth to any station, if anyone is listening, cease attacking the Man. He is good and powerful. He has the Christ and is not afraid to use it against you. Any station do you copy?”

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crackle static crackle

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“Earth this is Lastation, we read you loud and clear. Don’t give up the ghost. We’re sending in the Nep. What is your location? Over.”

There is an eruption of cheering in the room from everyone but the chief and myself. Even that surly LPO that just got back from duty at boot camp is showing excitement.

"Lastation this is Earth, Roger copy. We’ve got the high ground at the hill of bones and are holding our position. Over.”

There is moment of silence before a response as it dawns on Lastation what that means.

We all wait for their reply, each second with more anticipation until it turns into worry. Did they hear? Is the connection still good? Did something go wrong? Can’t ask those questions now. It will only get in the way. Finally, she responds.

“Earth this is Lastation. The hill of bones, copy. I’m going in myself too after calling for backup. Over.”

“Lastation this is Earth, that is good to hear! We will not monitor this circuit any longer. Logging off the Public Net and going dark. We’ll have pudding ready when you get here. Over and out.”

“Earth this is Lastation, may the schwartz be with you. Over and out.”

I look at the chief who seems pleased with his men despite the bitter scowl on his face, and I give the order.

“Tater the salad, Radio.”

“Tater the salad aye, sir!” the radioman of the watch replies, and then looks directly at the junior sailor who is his trainee and gives him a nod. There is brief moment where the junior sailor’s jaw is slack from all that happened, but he quickly tightens it up, nods and turns around to release the hamster for a clean disconnect.

I leave the room and go to the control center where the officer of the helm is keeping everything together and give him the word he’s expecting. It takes less than a minute before Earth is shifting and the pull of gravity changes direction as we descend back into darkness.