Planets Are People Too Starring the Sun

G. McGill

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Gravity plays hardball in this solar satire, forcing the system to orbital bankruptcy. As the Sun & Planets scramble in dark energy chaos, they plot & plan new galactic endeavors to settle this suctioning debt collection. Who is going to pony-up? Will it be you and me? How about the dark White House?

Informations

• Publié par: First Edition Design Publishing
• Date de parution: 01 octobre 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781506902593
• Langue: English

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Planets Are People Too
Starring The Sun

By G McGill
Planets are People Too Starring the Sun
Copyright ©2016 G. McGill
ISBN 978-1506-902-59-3 EBOOK
July 2016
Published and Distributed by
First Edition Design Publishing, Inc.
P.O. Box 20217, Sarasota, FL 34276-3217
www.firsteditiondesignpublishing.com

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

FOREWORD
TEN - Mirror, Mirror on the Sun
NINE - Planet Uh-Uh
EIGHT - Delirium
SEVEN - HOTFLASH
SIX - Earth’s Fracking Black Hole
FIVE - Who-Do-Voodoo
FOUR - Red Sky Below
THREE - Rip-OUT
TWO - Gravity Forces
ONE - Magenta City
EPILOGUE
LINKS

FOREWORD
“… The prospect of domination of the Nation’s scholars by Federal employment, project allocations, and the power of money is ever present –and is gravely to be regarded.
“Yet, in holding scientific research and discovery in respect, as we should, we must also be alert to the equal and opposite danger that public policy could itself become the captive of a scientific-technological elite …
“As we peer into society’s future, we – you and I, and our government –- must avoid the impulse to live only for today, plundering for own ease and convenience the precious resources of tomorrow. We cannot mortgage the material assets of our grandchildren without risking the loss also of their political and spiritual heritage. We want democracy to survive for all generations to come, not to become the insolvent phantom of tomorrow…”
United States President Dwight D. Eisenhower, Jan 17, 1961 farewell radio and television address to the American people.
Warning: This is a countdown
TEN - Mirror, Mirror on the Sun

In a nearby dimension reflection, Planet Earth is singing. “I love smoking _ope. Pack another bowl in the hookah, baby. I love smoking _ope. Come on pack a bowl and smoke with me .”
Before Earth can sing further, the Sun corrects her, “You mean you love smoking dope.”
Earth answers, “No , I mean I love smoking _ope. Come on pack a bowl and smoke with me”. Then Earth hesitates. She’s trying to design a song but can’t decide on the lyrics.
The Sun accuses, “Why don’t you just use the word dope ? That’s what you really mean.”
Earth answers with a question, “Because maybe I don’t mean dope and why don’t you just mind your own business?”
Indicating the smoldering rocket shaped cigar that Earth’s got hanging out of her mouth, the Sun scalds in fiery reflection. “Because this solar system is my business. Not everyone wants to smoke dope with you and _ASA ! While you’re smoking all that crap, you’re also imposing it on my entire system . Solar means me. Solar means mine. My solar system !”
Earth gets snippy, “Who’s imposing? You’re the one burning the hell out of me. And by the way, why don’t you just say NASA? Because that’s who you really mean”.
The Sun responds with plenty of sizzle, “Because I know _ASA happens to be a far more appropriate name for them since they’re composed of a large amount of asses . You should ask your _ASA who’s really burning the hell out of you because it isn’t me. Actually, you may want to reconsider that smoldering crap that’s hanging out of your mouth. Who’s smoking who? It’s easy for you to assume this is my fault, but you better examine more closely. Go ahead. Ask the taxpayer funded, corporate puppeteer government, scientific, sold-out thieves, who’s really burning your house down.
As the rocket tilts, smoldering more toxic ash, Earth simultaneously tilts the conversation. She changes the subject as she quivers from ongoing explosions that are getting to be the norm. Yet, beneath her bedrock, there festers dark uncertainty. How could this kind of intense burning not be from the Sun? She decides to announce, “I’m going to do an audiobook. A lot of humans find them convenient. It might be my best chance to reach out and ask for help. I’m sick from all this abuse, and being misunderstood. Get it, Miss-Understood?” Earth chuckles wanly. If she doesn’t find a little humor sometimes, she may start to cry, and never be able to stop.
Earth goes on, “It seems that if the people can hear about this, they’ll understand it more easily”.
The Sun asks, “Understand what more easily?”
“That something has got to be done about this constant terror I’m experiencing,” exclaims Earth.
“Oh, you’re experiencing! As if this is just your problem! Good luck honey. Most of them people living on you don’t give a damn. They’re too busy trying to survive while they take you and me for granted,” blatantly insists the Sun.
“Well, I have to do something,” Earth contemplates as she quibbles and hiccups.
The Sun then scalds with frothing flames, “Ugh, you’re what’s disgusting. You are the terror experience. But, it’s not just all about you. It’s all over my system, you and your lumpy-bumpy mess.”
Earth critically accuses, “Oh, I’m disgusting?! Look who’s flame frothing at the mouth. You look like a permanent bad hair day! How can you blame me for this? And stop targeting me! I know it’s you . ”
The Sun reflects and fires back, “No, not targeting, r eacting and reflecting your irresponsible, impossible, zigzag, bumped-up gravity that is fatally interrupting the whole system, as in solar-system. Get it? I am your reflection , reflecting back your crap. I am your bad hair day in the mirror! You get back your own reflection. It’s like solar karma. You get back what you give in many heated passionate and magnified returns. You do that over there, so I do this over here”.
Indicating the other planets, Earth accuses and questions, “You’re crazy. What about them? Why are you leaving them out of this? It’s impossible they’re not involved”.
The Sun magnifies, “Oh they’re involved alright. However, they’re not the ones with a bunch of parasites ravaging and raiding the rest of the system. And of course it’s impossible they’re not involved. They’re getting your effects too. We’re all experiencing the boomerang automatically compounding and extending your fracking mess”.
Earth responds pained and defiant, “ Oh that word , must you use that foul word? It’s dirtier than the F-bomb, literally. And stop calling this my mess. How do you know the ravaging parasites aren’t from some other rock? What makes you so sure they’re from me, and that this all started with me?”
The Sun counters, “You’re the one initially moving around like a constant hiccup. You started this. How can they not be your very own minions of self-proclaimed scientific elites who don’t reveal everything they know about your demise, because they are designing it? How do you know they don’t have private stock in other rocks, like planets? Do you think they’re going to shout it out for all to know?
“How about all that commercialized space travel they’re en