
Canto Sixty-Three – Harmony’s Response Team Assembly Area
Almost as soon as the crash woke Harmony Castille’s team of warriors, the old girl was immediately busy with setting up a response team in the area of the crash hole opened up by the collision between space cruiser and dome.
“Studpopper, you take point like I taught you. You are a good boy and you know how to do the job effectively if you just remember what I taught you.”
“Yes, ma’am, Miss Harmony, ma’am. I won’t forget what you taught me not to forget in the heat of battle against an enemy that wants to eat me. I shall certainly remember what you taught me because you are such a good teacher, Miss Harmony, ma’am.”
“Studpopper?”
“Yes, ma’am, Miss Harmony, ma’am?”
“You are remembering the rule about addressing your leaders respectfully. You are doing that really well, like a good boy. But you’ve forgotten how to take the point, haven’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am, Miss Harmony, ma’am.”
“You sneak quietly into that hole in the wall and look for the enemy. When you spot them, you signal us, and we set an ambush for them.”
“Oh, yes. Thank you, ma’am, Miss Harmony…”
“And, Studpopper?”
“Yes, ma’am…?
“If you forget again the enemy will kill you. And if they don’t… I will.”
“Yes, ma’am, Miss Harmony ma’am!” Studpopper saluted smartly just the way the old church lady had taught him. “You are such a good teacher, ma’am!”
The beautiful Harmony Castile chuckled to herself as the soldier tiptoed quietly into the breach in the wall of the bio dome. Mere moments later, Studpopper’s hand was signaling that someone was coming.
Silently Harmony signaled Shalar and her other men into position for an ambush.
Senator Tedhkruhz and his remaining elite Galtorrian Guard came marching through the hole, confident in their invincibility. He pulled his men up short and the gloating smirk evaporated from his face. The artificial lights of the bio dome glinted off the barrels of six Telleron skortch pistols.
“What have we here?” the evil lizard-man Senator croaked.
“You would be this evil lizard Senator Toadface we have heard so much about, wouldn’t you?” Harmony’s smile was the cold, calculating smile of the experienced Sunday school teacher who knew for certain she had the young sinner right where she wanted him.
“Senator Tedhkruhz, if you please, Miss Monkeylady.”
“I’m sure I said Senator Toadface. Did I not pronounce it correctly?”
“I am here to make certain that life on this planet ends with its preordained conclusion.”
“Over my dead body, Toadface.”
“I am certain that is precisely what I had planned,” he said as he stepped back and his lizard-men raised their slug-throwers to fire. “Shoot now, men!” he roared.
There was an electric blaze of skortch-pistol fire, a few random gun-thing noises, and then a whole lot of sparking and fizzing as skortched lizard-men turned into powder and foul smelling gasses released by their disintegration.
“Did we get them all?” Shalar asked as the gas and smoke began to clear.
“I don’t see any remaining lizard-guys.” Harmony nodded at her men, satisfied.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, ma’am, Miss Harmony, ma’am,” Studpopper offered from his position on point, “But I saw the Senator slip out again through the hole in the wall.
“So he escaped after all?” Shalar asked.
“Dang it all to heck!” Harmony swore with language that pushed the limit of how brutally an Iowa church lady could ethically swear.






























Angel Thinking
Yes, you are about to read more Mickian nonsense about an agnostical atheist who believes angels are real. Heck, I not only believe in angels, I am one.
The word itself comes from Biblical Greek where angelos was the word for messenger. And because the pre-twelfth century translators of the Bible looked at the “el” part and thought of the Hebrew word that meant “God”, they used angel to mean a messenger from God.
Now, I am not being a sacrilegious atheist when I claim to be an angel. That is mainly because I am not technically an atheist. I do believe that a spiritual creative essence informs the universe, but I am actually an agnostic because that means I actually don’t know anything “A” for “not” and “gnostic” for “a know-er of stuff”. I am a teleological idiot because I actually don’t know anything about anything. But I do have the ability to look at evidence, weigh it, and reach a logical conclusion about what is most probably true, and I firmly believe in that only until more evidence comes along. I believe that particular thinking process is what is known as science (at least until better evidence comes along). So, scientifically considering the issue, I stupidly believe I am an angel. I bring possible knowledge from God.
Grandma Beyer used to have a picture like this in sepia tones on her bedroom wall in Mason City. I studied that guardian angel picture for hours as a child.
Thinking about stuff hard enough gives you insight, at least if you don’t over-heat your brain with hard thinking and catch your hair on fire. A lot of stuff has been happening that I have been thinking hard about. Here are some examples.
So, as an angel, here is what I believe God is saying;
“As human beings, we all need to learn to love one another more. Love is the only answer that cures hate.” – God (No, really, he said this to me!)
Seriously. We need to take the weather anomalies as a sign that the time for climate change denial is long over. We need to work together with all people on the planet to lovingly change those things we do that have caused the crisis. We need to lovingly make peace with North Korea. Fighting them will only lead to the Biblical ending of the story coming to pass. I have an anomalous agnostical faith that there is a lot of truth in the Christian Bible. (The spell checker doesn’t like “agnostical” either.) Loving other people besides ourselves and the people who know and love us is the only possible solution to the problems before us.
Of course, I am saying all this angelic crappola tongue-in-cheek because I am, after all, a humorist, and I agnostically don’t know anything at all. But that doesn’t mean I don’t mean what I say.
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