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.
Catch a Falling Star 
Liars Run the Animal Farm
Napoleon the PIG.
Napoleon the Pig makes himself ruler of the Animal Farm in Orwell’s 1945 book by lying about Snowball, his rival Pig, and blaming the destructive acts of the former human Farmer Jones on poor Snowball. He is driven away from the farm by the farm dogs whom Napoleon has taught to think since they were puppies. This, even though Snowball was actually the hero of the animal rebellion that drove the humans away. Collusion? Perhaps. But definitely a lie. And the PIG Napoleon, once in power begins to keep all improvements to living conditions for the PIGs. Other animals, he says, are happier with a simpler, hard-working life. The PIGs begin to dress like men and walk upright and wear long red ties.
Keith Olbermann in the video is very much like Benjamin the Donkey, who is cynical and skeptical about Napoleon’s methods. He also reads as well as any Pig. When Boxer the workhorse is wounded defending the farm against neighboring farmers who attack and destroy the windmill, he shrugs off the the wound and works at rebuilding the windmill until he collapses. Then Napoleon declares Boxer will only get better if he’s taken to the vet’s animal hospital. But he calls the Knacker (the man who renders dead horses into glue) to take Boxer away. Benjamin calls him out. He points out that it says “Knacker” on the van that takes Boxer away, not “veterinarian”. He points out that Russian Facebook trolls used targeted troll-posts to help get Napoleon his position of power. But Napoleon gets away with his lies. Boxer apparently dies in the so-called animal hospital.
Now, I am not sure which tiny animal on the farm Robert Reich is like, but he is pointing out in this video that once the PIGS got themselves into power on the animal farm, they lie in order to get their agenda operating, enriching all PIGs (or is that GOPs?) and their political donors. They are doing it all by LYING. Pigs lie. We should have learned that lesson by now. They don’t care who dies and gets rendered into glue.
In 1945 Orwell intended Napoleon to be a satire of Joseph Stalin in communist Russia. But I truly believe, as we are living on the Animal Farm now as the hard-working farm animals, that he has a bad wig on his head with whippy straw-yellow hair, and a distinctly orange face, with the same little piggy eyes he always had. And he is in power because he tells lies. And what’s worse, he gets away with the lies. As long as the PIGs are in power, controlling both houses of congress and the Supreme Court, he will not lose his lying grip on the farm. We are all doomed to continue being hard-working animals who eventually get rendered into glue.
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