
Canto Thirty – Outside the Main Floral Garden in the Bio-Dome
While Davalon and Tanith worked seriously on examining plants for Sizzahl; Brekka, Menolly, and George Jetson grew bored.
“Tanith, can’t we go in there where all the flowers are?” asked Brekka in a whiney voice.
“You should wait until we have completed this task,” said Tanith with a serious frown of concentration on her emerald-green face. “This examination needs to be done.”
“Seriously? Tanith?” whined Menolly. “We’ve lived on space ships or orbital stations all our lives. We have never had a chance to play among actual flowers, and we can see big ones in that next room there.”
Davalon and Tanith continued to have their noses among the plants brought back from the wreckage of the space platform. George Jetson was grinning widely as he knew full well how this would play out.
“We have no way of knowing if it is even safe to go in there,” said Davalon into a plant he was examining with one of Sizzahl’s special tools.
“You can’t give Menolly an answer like that,” said George with a sneer. “She’s not smart enough to know what the word safe actually means.”
“I know more words than you do, smarty-frog!”
“Don’t you think the girls will be all right if George goes with them to protect them?” Tanith asked Davalon.
“No. They’d probably be in even greater danger that way,” said Davalon, grinning up at George.
George was sure he had them right where he wanted them then. He knew perfectly well that Menolly and Brekka were a couple of horrid harpies when they were bored and needed something to entertain themselves. That’s why they were always the two that called for Mickey Mouse Club music back aboard the ship and always started the tadpoles dancing. Dav was going to give in so he and Tanith could do the science stuff that he seemed to love, and he would certainly expect George to take on the burden of entertaining the female tadpoles.
“So, you will let them go?” asked Tanith, obviously somewhat anxious for the answer to be yes.
“Stay close enough that we can hear if there is trouble. You can’t take weapons or even put on clothes, you know.”
George saluted Davalon. There were no delusions among the tadpoles who was in charge. Davalon had explored Earth and lived to tell about it… brought specimens back to the ship, and even won the favor of Captain Xiar. How could he not be their leader?
“Okay girls,” said George in his sexiest leadership voice, “follow me and we will go play amongst the posies.”
The girls, now thrilled at the prospect of exploring the Bio-Dome further, pranced naked towards the big transparent door. George, also stark naked and very confidently green, followed close behind. As they opened the door and entered, he noticed some writing in the language of the Galtorrian lizard people.
“Bresht makka sziithappi,” is what it actually said, but somewhere in the deepest part of George’s egg-sack programming, a little voice was translating, “Beware! Man-eating plants!” He ignored the voice. After all, Tellerons were not men. Were they? And surely tadpoles were not men. Especially not girl-tadpoles. He skipped after Menolly and Brekka.
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Explaining the Words
I used to have political arguments all the time with my father that would end only in frustration… for me. He was happy to see his offspring boiling over ideas with smoke coming out of both ears. Because no matter what I said, he would always take the opposite position just to oppose me. I know this because I tested it. I would counter an argument he had just made by rephrasing it so that it was in different words, but meant exactly the same thing he had just said to me. Naturally he came up with opposing views immediately. One time I even flat out stated, “I agree with you!” Which naturally led to an immediate and complete reversal of the position on his part. I think now that he was training me to think more deeply about things than just parroting talking points heard on television. Either that, or he really really loved to argue.
The most important thing I learned in the endless arguments about Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, Bob Dole, Two Bushes, and Bill Clinton was that you have to establish the meanings of the terms you are using. Hence the reason for this post.
The words that made the most difference in my discussions with my father were “liberal”, “fascist”, “conservative”, and “communist”. When my dad used those terms, “conservative” always meant “good guys” and the other three words meant “bad guys”. But when I listened to the policies and concerns he wanted to talk about, whenever he said the word “conservative” he was really saying “moderate”. And because he was pretty much in the center of the political spectrum, he thought of fascists and communists as being the same thing. If my father ever was truly wrong about anything political, it was when he followed Ronald Reagan’s affable, smiling “Morning in America” politics towards the far right and abandoned the moderate principles he held dear. He had been deceived by Nixon, and regretted it… in fact, we all were deceived and we all regretted it. But that did not prevent him from being deceived by later Republicans. We both have had a long-standing admiration for President Eisenhower, Senator Bob Dole, Senator Chuck Grassley, and Senator John McCain. They represent the moderate wing of the Republican Party. But the GOP has marched relentlessly towards fascism and oligarchy of the rich, and we both feel that has tainted both Grassley and McCain. My dad ended up voting for Barack Obama twice. Obama, to him, is Eisenhower reincarnated. The problem, we both agree, has come anytime American politics have moved away from the center.
So let me begin defining terms by ridiculing the Loony Left.
Being liberal means promoting change. Hence, the Marxist devotion to revolution and the desire to have an on-going revolution of constant change. Unfortunately constant change is another way to define chaos. That is the main reason that communist-socialist experiments have generally ended in violence, economic collapse, and fascist-type strong-man oppression. The poor raggedy communist in my cartoon, standing on the left end of the spectrum is always doomed to poverty and violent death. If you don’t believe that, just ask Leon Trotsky if it isn’t so. Oh, wait, you can’t. Stalin had him murdered. Stalin ended the Russian experiment by cracking down on everything, making himself the antithesis of actual socialist ideas. I included the ultra-liberal philosopher and hedonist Alistair Crowley on this end of the spectrum because he fought against all social norms and rules. That sort of religion leads to sexual depravity, vice, and corruption to a degree that got Crowley labeled “the Most Evil Man Who Ever Lived” in a BBC documentary.
Sometimes being liberal is needed desperately. Then you get the kind of liberal change agents that JFK was (and thankfully, LBJ carried out his liberal changes to an American society crippled by racism and xenophobia). Martin Luther King Jr. was also that kind of agent of change. Bernie Sanders is a parallel agent of change to JFK in that Barack Obama’s policies are almost a mirror image of Eisenhower’s in the 1950’s. What the media today labels as a liberal is equivalent to moderate Republicans before Nixon. Very similar changes are needed in social and economic areas today. We have yet to see if Sanders can get elected in 2020 and then assassinated shortly thereafter.
You can probably tell that this article is not yet complete. I have a lot more loony liberal pontificating to do (and please note, I said “pontificating” not “defecating”. I am not a Trump voter.) But I am well past the 500 word goal for today, and so, I must leave the rest of the crap to be said in a part two article. Maybe also a part three. Please stop me before I reach part twenty-six.
I do so enjoy making fun of Trump and his tiny, tiny hands. So here I am sharing another lampoon at the expense of the Great Orange Face of America.
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