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Old 09-21-2006, 01:42 PM   #9
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Re: Newbie...

"That really sucks!!!"


yeah.. and for you too.. and for everyone...
...I was living in Ontario, and needed a lab to build a new engine in.. so I figured the only way I could finance a lab was to skip on an apartment lease, thumb to BC.. and study all about prospecting and wilderness survival, and mineralogy and such... I worked my azz off.. then I found those three radioactive deposits by accident... I figured I now had my labs.. All I had to do was stake the sites, register the claims, and sell them to the highest bidder... Then I'd build this liquid electricity jet, to power floating/flying cars.. and obsolete disease on the planet.. and open the bonds of the inert elements, to make millions of new chemicals and medicines... I went to the claims office in Vancouver, and the dude tells me that "there are no claim tags for radioactive mineralization because no one has found any Yet!".. and he turns his back on me, and walks away down the hall into his office...
So I went to the head dog, the minister of mines... He slammed his fist on his desk, after our little argument.. and tells me that he isn't gonna issue me claim tags for radioactive mineralization, because he pegged down his post by presenting his final thesis on why there isn't radioactive mineralization in BC... then he tells me that "There is no radioactive mineralization in BC, that the only radioactive material in BC is that which is imported by medicine and industry.. and no one in BC nor Canada, nor in the whole world is gonna issue you with claim tags for anything, because they all go through me!... Then he tells me to get out of his office, and out of the government building, in 60-seconds, or he'll have me physically removed, or worse!".. When he said the word "worse", he sent a telapathed pix of a bullet discharging... I turned, and there were two huge Tom Selek sized secret service dudes behind me, ready to grab my arms, and drag me... I walked fast, and was out of the building in 43-seconds... On the steps, my legs went rubbery, and I couldn't stand, so I picked a spot to the far side of the marble steps, and sat.. holding my head in my hands...
Out of the blue, those two huge guys were behind me, shoeing me away like a bad doggie.. and palm slamming my shoulders, harder each hit, nearly knocking me head first down the steps... Then one AH kicked my tailbone, so Hard that a tremendous flash of extreme-heat slashed up my side and back, and made my ear ring, and face Sting like there was boiling water inside.. I barely managed to get to my feet, I got down the stairs using my hands, and made it half a block from the building, and pulled out the third map of the last mineral deposit.. The minister of mines creep had my other two maps.. I pulled out my lighter, and lit the tiny yellow piece of paper, after kissing a billion dollars goodbye... and the AH who kicked my bum, ran off the steps toward me in a fevered rush, and asked me what the piece of paper was... I tells him it's the third mine, you apes aren't gonna get this one!" He reaches and tries to grab it, but I keep my back to him, while he's reaching over my shoulder, repeatedly... and I hold the paper till the flame is almost at my fingers.. is when I face him, and say, "Is this what you want?"... He holds out his cupped hands, and I drops the cinder just as a breeze comes up, and blows the thing to tiny pieces, falling to the sidewalk.. and he's desperately trying to catch them... His 9mil semi-auto falls out of his jacket, landing on the hammer, with the barrel pointing at his throat... then it bounces on the sidewalk spinning a bit, and bounces off the curb onto the sewer grate, with bits of pearl handles flying in every direction...
He retrieves his super damaged gun, and says like a snotty little girl, "Well we don't need your Map!.. We'll find it ourselves!"..

I tells him, "You AH robbers haven't a clue what you just did.. Those mines were for my lab, so I could build what obsoletes disease worldwide...
That's politics and democracy for yah... I had a Life, and democracy ripped it out.. so a handful of mindless gorillas could have nicer cars and cottages and water toys...

I could have been marketing flying cars and moon-capable RV's by now.. and have most of our diseases history... Now I'm scraping by to just get gas in my truck... and I still can't afford to get my teeth fixed, nor buy reading glasses... I owe them big.. and what they're gonna get is bigger than anyone can even begin to imagine... I'm gonna feed them to my cosmic pets...

I kind of lucked-out when a farmer sold me this 90 PU for $250.. but it smells a little like pig piss in the box liner... DaM! I hate politicians.. I wish I could boil them in oil, and feed 'em to that guy's pigs... It's like no one else counts but them... It's like democracy is so polluted that it has become a huge parasite sucking the life out of us, so they can have a frivolous wasteful luxurious life on our blood.. while we billions squirm in the sludge in the bottom of the barrel, that they call their waste...

The consolation is that they've got one hell of a karma to pay... When it orbits back around, and all hell is break loose for them thar mindless beasts...
Thems is dragon-kibbles if they ever gets even near the afterlife, Guaranteed!.. This planet is their last ride... Their whole bloodline is bug and dragon food.. Gol-Dern Bernits...
And the monkey who kicked my bum.. I gots a real big surprize for you, pig...

Thing is.. I wonder where the $ are gonna come from to get this ole truck safetied..?
You know those democracy politicians are making life on earth into a hell on earth.. and there's nothing we can to to stop them from treating us like slaves and shid... nothing that is, but die...

...and now you know the rest of the story...

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Dam!.. after writing that mess, I gots the same headache I had when the government cop AH kicked my tailbone... I ain't gonna let 'em get away with it.. I put a lien on their bloodline's souls... they is bug-food and disipating heat, on the hoof...


...Just finished grinding-off the goofy side steps.. and scraping out a couple gallons of mud from the underside, and a lengthy pressure-wash... The whole underside is nearly immaculate.. oh sigh, and yay...
...but the exhaust-donut is fried... That's gonna be a hell of a task... Is there an easy way to do it?..

Last edited by Prospector; 09-21-2006 at 08:19 PM.
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