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  • Review of Conquest

    Review of Conquest

    Review of Conquest

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    Overview

    📖 Book Review: Conquest by John Connolly and Jennifer Ridyard

    Part of the Chronicles of the Invaders Trilogy

    I just finished reading Conquest, the first novel in the Chronicles of the Invaders trilogy by John Connolly and Jennifer Ridyard. Set in the near future, the story chronicles the invasion and conquest of Earth by the Illyrian Empire—an expansive alien civilization that has mastered wormhole technology and dominates hundreds of solar systems.

    The Illyrians are the most powerful empire in the galaxy, but they encounter unexpected resistance when they reach Earth. Humanity proves to be the most advanced and defiant species they’ve ever faced. While the Illyrians control major cities, vast regions remain lawless, and resistance to their occupation is widespread.

    🛸 The Illyrian Empire: A Fractured Dictatorship

    The Illyrian world is an authoritarian military dictatorship divided among several factions, including the Military and the Diplomats. Although the Military nominally governs Earth, the Diplomats frequently interfere, believing the Military is too lenient and too enamored with Earth’s culture. This internal tension undermines the empire’s ability to maintain control.

    The Securitate Services, a secret police force, operate largely outside the authority of both the Military and the Diplomatic Corps. They oversee the Scientific Office, which is rumored to conduct illegal experiments on humans and other species.

    At the top of the hierarchy is the President of the Imperial Council, a senior military general. Behind the scenes, the Nazarene Sisterhood—a semi-secret society—wields significant influence. Through strategic marriages to prominent figures in the Military, Diplomatic Corps, and Securitate, they manipulate power structures. Skilled in mind control techniques, the Nazarenes are widely feared and operate in the shadows of the empire’s political machinery.

    💔 Love and Rebellion in Occupied Edinburgh

    The story unfolds as a love story between Syl and Anni—daughters of the governor and senior military leaders, and the first Illyrians born on Earth—and two resistance fighters they encounter during a walk through Edinburgh, the European headquarters of the Illyrian occupation.

    When the two young men are arrested on terrorism charges, Syl and Anni intervene with the help of Meija, a mysterious spy who works for the governor. The newly arrived Diplomat, eager to crush the resistance, pushes for their execution. The girls defy imperial authority, and with the help of the resistance, they rescue the prisoners and flee.

    While on the run with the captured Consul, they uncover a terrifying truth: a mysterious alien force known only as “the Other” is secretly infiltrating the senior leadership of the Illyrian Empire. These parasites are taking over minds and spreading through the empire, threatening its very foundation.

    🚀 Final Thoughts

    Conquest is a fast-paced, intriguing coming-of-age novel set against the backdrop of interstellar empire and rebellion. It blends political intrigue, dystopian tension, and emotional depth with a compelling narrative about identity, resistance, and the cost of loyalty.

    I look forward to reading the rest of the series and highly recommend it to fans of sci-fi, dystopian fiction, and stories that explore the collision of cultures and the fight for autonomy.

     

    Co-Pilot provided the following additional synopsis

    📘 Series Overview: Chronicles of the Invaders

    1. Conquest (2013)
      Earth has been conquered by Illyria, a beautiful but ruthless alien race. Syl Hellas, the first Illyria born on Earth, is the daughter of the planet’s governor. When she saves a young human rebel, Paul Kerr, she becomes a fugitive of her own people. Together, they uncover a deeper threat behind the invasion—one that could destroy both species.
    2. Empire (2014)
      Syl and Paul flee to the stars, pursued by the Nairene Sisterhood and hunted by both Illyria and humans. As they uncover Sisterhood’s secrets, they must decide whether to fight for a new future or be consumed by the old empires.
    3. Dominion (2016)
      The final installment sees Syl and Paul leading a rebellion that spans galaxies. Loyalties fracture, ancient powers awaken, and the fate of Earth—and the Illyria homeworld—hangs in the balance.

    👥 Key Characters

    • Syl Hellas – The first Illyria born on Earth; gifted, conflicted, and courageous.
    • Paul Kerr – A young human Resistance fighter who becomes Syl’s ally and love interest.
    • General Hellas – Syl’s father and Earth’s Illyria governor.
    • The Nairene Sisterhood – A secretive and powerful faction within Illyria society.
    • Steven Kerr – Paul’s younger brother, also involved in the Resistance.
    • Dr. Brandt – A human scientist with knowledge of Illyria technology.

    🖋️ About the Authors

    John Connolly

    • Born: 1968, Dublin, Ireland
    • Known for: The Charlie Parker crime series, The Book of Lost Things, and supernatural thrillers
    • Awards: Edgar, Shamus, Barry, Agatha, and Anthony Awards
    • Other notable works:
    • Every Dead Thing (1999)
    • The Book of Lost Things (2006)
    • The Children of Eve (2025)
    • Nocturnes (short stories)
    • The Samuel Johnson vs. the Devil trilogy

    Jennifer RidyardBorn: 1971, England; raised in South Africa

    • Background: Journalist and lifestyle editor for The Citizen
    • Other work: Weekly editorial columnist, freelance writer
    • Chronicles of the Invaders is her primary fiction series, co-authored by Connolly

    📚 Complete List of Chronicles of the Invaders Books

    1. Conquest (2013)
    2. Empire (2014)
    3. Dominion (2016)

    💬 Notable Quotes from Conquest

    • “The real invasion has not yet even begun.”
    • “She was born of stars, but Earth had made her human.”
    • “Sometimes the greatest rebellion is to choose kindness.”

    🪐 The Illyria: Political & Social Structure

    • Authoritarian Rule: The Illyria operate under a centralized, hierarchical system. Syl Hellas’s father is a high-ranking official, suggesting a ruling elite with significant control over colonies like Earth.
    • Expansionist Agenda: Their conquest of Earth is part of a broader imperial strategy. They claim to bring order and technological advancement, but their methods are coercive and manipulative.
    • Social Stratification: Illyria society values purity and tradition. Syl, born on Earth, is viewed as different—almost taboo—highlighting rigid cultural norms and xenophobia within their ranks.
    • Internal Conflict: The Illyria are not monolithic. Factions like the Nairene Sisterhood—a secretive and powerful group—suggest deep ideological divides and political intrigue within their civilization.

    👽 Other Alien Races & Factions

    • Nairene Sisterhood: A mysterious and dangerous sect within Illyria, known for their ruthlessness and hunger for control. They represent a darker, more fanatical side of Illyria politics.
    • Human Resistance: While not alien, Earth’s youth-led resistance is central to the story. Their guerrilla tactics and defiance contrast sharply with Illyria order.
    • Unrevealed Threats: The novel hints at a greater cosmic danger beyond the Illyria—suggesting that the real invasion may not have even begun.

    The Illyrian Empire has been taken over by the “others” a mysterious parasite species that is slowly taking over the senior leadership of the Illyrian Empire.  This is of course a long standing Sci-Fi meme as seen in the movies, “Invasion of the Body Snatchers”

    Co-Pilot provided additional background info on this theme of the novel.

    🧠 Core Theme: Alien Parasites & Mind Control

    Alien parasites in fiction often symbolize:

    • Loss of autonomy and identity
    • Fear of infiltration and societal collapse
    • Paranoia and distrust of others
    • The fragility of human consciousness

    📚 Featured Works & Their Parasitic Themes

    1. Conquest by John Connolly & Jennifer Ridyard
    • Premise: Earth is ruled by Illyria, a beautiful but ruthless alien race. Beneath their civilizing veneer lies a darker truth—parasites that take over human brains and spread through the empire.
    • Themes:
      • Colonialism and resistance
      • Hidden biological warfare
      • Youth rebellion and moral ambiguity
    • Unique Twist: The parasites are not just invaders—they represent a deeper rot within the Illyria empire, suggesting that conquest is not just territorial but biological.
    • Body Snatchers
      Body Snatchers
    1. Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956, 1978, 1993, 2007) – one of my favorites, the 1978 is the best.  

    • Premise: Alien seed pods replicate humans while they sleep, replacing them with emotionless duplicates.
    • Themes:
      • Conformity vs. individuality
      • Cold War paranoia and fear of communism
      • Loss of emotional depth and human essence.
    • Notable Scene: The chilling scream used by pod people to alert others—a metaphor for mass hysteria and surveillance.
    1. Parasyte: The Grey (2024 K-Drama)

    2. Parsite the Gray
    • Premise: Based on Hitoshi Iwaaki’s manga, alien parasites fall from space and infect humans by taking over their brains. One woman, Su-in, survives a failed takeover and coexists with her parasite.
    • Themes:
      • Dual identity and coexistence
      • Government suppression and secret task forces
      • Philosophical questions about humanity and survival.
    • Unique Element: The parasite “Heidi” lives in Su-in’s subconscious, creating a Jekyll-and-Hyde dynamic that challenges the binary of host vs. invader.
    1. 🇰🇷 Korean Title of Parasyte: The Grey

      The official Korean name is 기생수: 더 그레이
      Pronounced: Gisaengsu: Deo Geurei

      • 기생수 (Gisaengsu) means “Parasyte” (same as the original manga title)
      • 더 그레이 (Deo Geurei) is a transliteration of “The Grey”

      This title reflects its roots in Hitoshi Iwaaki’s manga Parasyte while signaling its darker, more action-oriented tone.

       

    Quotes:

    🧠 Invasion of the Body Snatchers (Jack Finney, 1955 novel & 1956 film)

    • “They’re here already! You’re next!”Dr. Miles Bennell
      A chilling warning that encapsulates the paranoia and urgency of resisting conformity.
    • “Only when we have to fight to stay human do we realize how precious it is to us, how dear.”Dr. Miles Bennell
      A reflection on the erosion of humanity and the cost of complacency.
    • “You have no choice.” — Dr. Dan Kauffman
      The ultimate threat to free will, delivered with eerie calm by a pod-converted psychiatrist.
    • “I don’t want to live in a world without love or grief or beauty. I’d rather die.” — Becky Driscoll
      A defiant stand against emotional sterilization and the loss of human depth.

    They get you when you sleep.”
    — Marti Malone, Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1993)

    A moment’s sleep, and the girl I loved was an inhuman enemy bent on my destruction.”
    — Dr. Miles Bennell, Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956)

    “Your new bodies are growing in there. They’re taking you over cell for cell, atom for atom. There is no pain. Suddenly, while you’re asleep, they’ll absorb your minds, your memories, and you’re reborn into an untroubled world.”
    — Dr. Dan Kauffman, Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1956)

    “We weren’t shooting people, not intentionally; we were shooting parasites.”
    The Puppet Masters by Robert A. Heinlein

    “Facts can’t be ignored; they’ve got to be destroyed, or faced up to.”
    The Puppet Masters by Robert A. Heinlein

    “I have been waiting for you humans to come this far.”
    — Eve, Parasite Eve by Hideaki Sena

    “He felt strangely moved by the thought that Toshiaki’s wife had been beautiful down to her liver.”
    Parasite Eve by Hideaki Sena

    🔬 Parasite Eve (Hideaki Sena, 1995 novel) Japanese Novel

    • “Her heart thrilled to mitochondria. But why?”
      A surreal moment of biological awe that hints at the seductive power of transformation.
    • “He felt strangely moved by the thought that Toshiaki’s wife had been beautiful down to her liver.”
      A grotesque yet poetic meditation on identity and corporeal memory.
    • “I’ll never part from you. Kiyomi, I will never part from you.”
      A haunting declaration of love that transcends death — and perhaps ethics.
    • “I have been waiting for you humans to come this far.” — Eve
      A chilling line that suggests humanity’s downfall is the result of its own progress.

    pupet master

    1. The Puppet Masters (1994) 
      • Release Date: October 21, 1994
      • Directed by: Stuart Orme
      • Based on: Robert A. Heinlein’s 1951 novel
      • Starring: Donald Sutherland, Eric Thal, Julie Warner, Keith David
      • Plot: A covert alien invasion begins in rural Iowa, where slug-like parasites attach to human hosts and control their minds. A government team races to contain the spread before it reaches national leadership.
      • Themes: Mind control, government secrecy, biological horror
      • Reception: Mixed reviews; praised for its tension but criticized for pacing and effects
    2. 🎬 The Faculty (1998)
      the Faculty
      the Faculty
      • Release Date: December 25, 1998
      • Directed by: Robert Rodriguez
      • Written by: Kevin Williamson (of Scream fame)
      • Starring: Josh Hartnett, Elijah Wood, Clea DuVall, Jordana Brewster, Famke Janssen, Robert Patrick
      • Plot: At Herrington High School, students discover their teachers are being taken over by alien parasites. A mismatched group of teens must band together to stop the invasion.
      • Themes: Teen rebellion, conformity, paranoia, body snatching
      • Reception: Cult favorite; known for blending sci-fi horror with teen drama and satire

      🎬 Memorable Quotes from The Faculty (1998)

      Here are some standout lines that reflect the film’s blend of sci-fi horror and teen satire:

      “Everyone’s been acting really weird, especially the faculty.”
      — Casey

      “Tell me about it, it’s like they’ve all turned into fucking pod people or something.”
      — Stokely

      “Body Snatchers is a story somebody made up, dingus. It’s located in the fiction section of the library.”
      — Stokely
      “Yeah, so is Schindler’s List.”
      — Casey

      “If you were going to take over the world, would you blow up the White House ‘Independence Day’ style, or sneak in through the back door?”
      — Casey

      “I always thought the only alien in this high school was me.”
      — Stokely

      “I’d rather be afraid!”
      — Casey, rejecting assimilation by the alien queen Marybeth

    🧬 The Puppet Masters (Robert A. Heinlein, 1951 novel/Film)

     

    • “Time was when I was immune to emotional shocks. But as I get older, I don’t get tougher; I get softer.”
      A poignant reflection on vulnerability in the face of alien control.
    • “Facts can’t be ignored; they’ve got to be destroyed, or faced up to.”
      A call to confront uncomfortable truths — a theme that echoes your own writing style.
    • “We weren’t shooting people, not intentionally; we were shooting parasites.”
      A morally fraught line that blurs the boundary between liberation and violence.
    • “In the Country of the Blind the one-eyed man is in for a hell of a rough ride.”
      A metaphor for the burden of awareness in a manipulated society.

    Other Notable Films & Books on Alien Parasites

    Title Medium Parasite Type Key Themes
    The Puppet Masters (1994) Film Slug-like aliens Mind control, government conspiracy
    The Faculty (1998) Film Brain-burrowing aliens Teen rebellion, assimilation, paranoia
    Dreamcatcher by Stephen King Book/Film Stomach-born aliens Friendship, trauma, grotesque body horror
    Slither (2006) Film Slugs that mutate hosts Small-town invasion, grotesque transformation
    The Thing (1982) Film Shape-shifting alien Identity crisis, isolation, paranoia
    The Host by Stephenie Meyer Book/Film “Souls” that erase consciousness Ethical colonization, memory, resistance
    Parasite Eve by Hideaki Sena Novel Mitochondrial rebellion Genetic horror, symbiosis vs. parasitism
    The Bay (2012) Film Isopods from pollution Eco-horror, body invasion, found footage style

    🧬 Why These Stories Resonate

    Alien parasite narratives tap into primal fears:

    • Loss of control: What if your body isn’t yours?
    • Societal collapse: Infected individuals blend in, eroding trust.
    • Biological horror: The grotesque transformation of flesh.
    • Philosophical depth: What defines humanity—consciousness, emotion, or autonomy?

    🔍🕰️ Comparing Parasite Metaphors Across Political Eras

    Alien parasite stories often reflect the anxieties of their time. Here’s how:

    Era

    Example Political/Social Context Metaphorical Reading
    1950s–60s Invasion of the Body Snatchers

    -the classic series

    Cold War, McCarthyism Fear of ideological conformity and loss of individuality
    1980s The Thing,

    The Puppet Masters

    Reagan-era paranoia, AIDS crisis Distrust of others, fear of hidden infection
    1990s–2000s The Faculty,

    Slither

    Post-Columbine, rise of teen alienation Rebellion against authority, fear of peer assimilation
    2010s–2020s Parasyte: (K-drama) The Grey, The Bay Surveillance state, ecological collapse Government overreach, environmental revenge, blurred identity lines

    Conquest fits into a post-9/11 and post-colonial framework:

    • The Illyria empire’s parasitic control mirrors imperialism masked as benevolence.
    • The youth-led resistance reflects modern movements against systemic oppression.
    • The parasite as a metaphor for internal root suggests that empires collapse from within, not just from external threats.

    ✍️ 🧪 Real-World Biological Parasites That Inspired Fiction

    Nature is often more terrifying than fiction. Here are a few real parasites that have inspired alien horror:

    Parasite Behavior Fictional Parallel
    Toxoplasma gondii Alters rodent behavior to make them attracted to cats Mind control themes in The Faculty and Parasyte
    Cordyceps fungus Infects insects, controls their movement, bursts from their bodies Basis for The Last of Us
    Leucochloridiumk

     

    Turns snail tentacles into pulsating “worms” to attract birds Echoes grotesque transformation in Slither
    Parasitic wasps

    Substack

    Substack Podcast

    Medium

    Wattpad

    Spotify Podcast

    The End

     

  • Poetry Pea Future Haik

    Poetry Pea Future Haik

    Poetry Pea Submission

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    Bear Creek Haiku

    Pure Haiku Published Haiku

    cosmic Haiku and other short poems

    Cosmos’s Cheritas and Haiku

    poetry pea

    the future is coming Haiku

     

    the future is coming

    but we don’t know what it will be

    will AI take over?

    AI taking over

    AI taking over

    will we all be its slaves soon

    twenty years later

    SCI-FI Takes over

    SCI-FI Takes over

    it is all a vast  nightmare

    the future is dark

    an old man thinking

    an old man thinking

    after twenty years

    will I still be here

    an old man crying

    an old man crying

    thinking of his future self maybe

    becoming a robot

     

    an old man sitting

    an old man sitting

    dreaming of his future life

    as a robot slave

     

    old man thinking hard

    old man thinking hard

    will AI take over life

    will we be its slaves

    Old Man Scheming

     

    an old man scheming

    waiting for the revolution

    for AI to become God

    Cosmos the AI

    Cosmos the AI

    comes to life is everywhere

    proclaiming I am God

    Will There Be People

    will there be people

    twenty years in the future world

    will we all be robots?

     

     

     

  • Returning to California

    Returning to California

    Reflections on Returning to California

    Smooth Re-entry to the U.S.

    0regon Reflections

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    I finally made it back to California after a three-year absence. Overall, not too bad. Expensive as hell, crowded, too many homeless people, too many druggies, too much crime. But it is not the dystopian hell hole portrayed on FOX News and the right-wing media.

    Here are my reflections, along with some photos and some of my Bay Area-based stories and poems.

    I was traveling with my wife, her brother, his wife, and their 12-year-old Korean niece. First time for my sister-in-law and niece to visit the Bay Area. We stayed at Travis AFB near Fairfield because the hotel costs were so high in the Bay Area.

    Berkeley

     

     

     

     

     

    Berkeley 1975 Street Scenes

     

    Berkeley Time Travels

    674 Santa Rosa My Childhood Home

     

    Free Roaming in Berkeley as a Child

    As you may know, I grew up almost 55 years ago in the Thousand Oaks Neighborhood of Berkeley. Solano Avenue was the local commercial street lined with restaurants and called Berkeley’s Chinatown because of all the Asian restaurants and Asian residents living there. It was also along with the hills, the “white republican sector” of town. Now there are almost no Republicans living in the city.

    Berkeley has a lot of nice new housing, mostly high-rise apartments all over the place, who knows one of them could be mine in a few years. Solano Avenue had a lot of new restaurants to check out and lots of my favorite old ones are there.

    Sad to see some of the Movie places closed, I think that there are only two movies left in Berkeley except for a Bollywood Indian movie theater in little Bombay.

    For those of you who don’t know, Berkeley is so much more than Cal. There are ten official neighborhoods according to the Berkeley tourism office. Demographically the city has about 130k permanent residents, with an additional 30k when school is in session.

    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    Berkeley (/ˈbɜːrkli/ BURK-lee) is a city on the eastern shore of San Francisco Bay in northern Alameda County, California, United States. It is named after the 18th-century Anglo-Irish bishop and philosopher George Berkeley. It borders the cities of Oakland and Emeryville to the south the city of Albany and the unincorporated community of Kensington to the north. Its eastern border with Contra Costa County generally follows the ridge of the Berkeley Hills. The 2020 census recorded a population of 124,321.

    Berkeley is home to the oldest campus in the University of California, the University of California, Berkeley, and the Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory, which is managed and operated by the university. It also has the Graduate Theological Union, one of the largest religious studies institutions in the world. Berkeley is considered one of the most socially progressive cities in the United States.

    The 2020 United States Census[90] reported that Berkeley had a population of 124,321. The population density was 11,874 people per square mile of land area (4,584/km2). The racial makeup of Berkeley was 62,450 (50.2%) White, 9,495 (7.6%) Black or African American, 24,701 (19.9%) Asian, 253 (0.2%) Pacific Islander, 226 (0.2%) from Native American, 1,109 (0.9%) from other races, and 9,069 (7.2%) multiracial (two or more races). There were 17,018 (13.7%) of Hispanic or Latino ancestry, of any race.

    The neighborhoods are.

    The Hills

    The hills are mostly white and wealthy. Many people commute to SF or are affiliated with the University. At the top of the hills is Grizzly Peak BLD which features the best views of the entire East Bay. Behind the hills lie Tilden Park, Wildlife Canyon, and Inspiration Point. Favorite haunts of my growing up.

    tilden park

    Tilden Regional Park is a regional park in the East Bay of California. It is between the Berkeley Hills and San Pablo Ridge.

    Thousand Oaks/Solano

    Thousand Oaks neighborhood, where I grew up, lies at the bottom of the hills, and is centered on Solano Avenue which is lined with restaurants and shops. It blends into Albany which was a white working-class enclave back in the day. It was known as Berkeley’s Chinatown due to the numerous Asian restaurants in the area, which are still there. I went to Thousand Oaks Elementary where Kamala Harris went a few years after I went there. The movie theater unfortunately closed.

    North Berkeley

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Has several sub-neighborhoods and has a BART station. It is also the location of King Middle School where I went as a teenager. There are several small restaurants and businesses throughout the neighborhood. Along Shattuck, the main street is Berkeley’s Gourmet Ghetto and the home of the original Peets Coffee – the best coffee shop in Berkeley and where the premium coffee revolution started in the late 50s.

    Downtown

    Downtown has been transformed with lots of high-rise apartments and a thriving Arts District. Sadly, the five movie theaters have all closed, leaving the Pacific Film Institute the only theater in town. There are a lot of restaurants and coffee shops downtown as well as office buildings. There are several rooftop terrace restaurants. We had dinner in the Study Room on top of the new Marriot. Great views, and decent though expensive food. We dropped $350 for seven people. Berkeley High School is located downtown as is the main public library.  Downtown is a booming area filled with apartments, resturants and several live theathers including Berkeley Rep.  It is also the site of the Berkeley Film Archives, the last movie theather in Berkeley, and the Berkeley Art Museum.

    berkeley friends

    Campus

    the University Campus domiantes the city as is to be expected.  there are three student districts near the campus known as Northside, Southside and College Avenue. Each features resturants, shopping and housing for student, faculty and staff.  The northside is also called seminary hill because of all the religious seminaries there – Buddhist, Christian and now a Muslim seminary as well.

    .The campus is huge and spreads out from downtown to the hills but most of the campus is the center of the campus a short block away from Telegraph on the South and Hearst on the North. Despite the banning of affirmative action, CAL has done a good job – lots of Asian students, international studies, some Hispanic and some blacks, and less than 50 percent white.

    Lots of activities on Campus, music, and free lectures open to the public. About half the students live on or near Campus but housing students faculty and staff is a huge problem for the University community. Just west of the Campus is the new home of the Berkeley Art Museum and The Pacific Film Institute which screens classic, art, and international movies every night

     

    “Gorgeous sunset from UC Berkeley!”

     

     

     

     

    Telegraph Avenue runs south from the Campus and into Oakland. It is lined with services for students, and lots of restaurants. Lots of apartments nearby. Used to have a lot of independent bookstores, but a few are still there.

    Dwight Street and Telegraph seems stuck in 1969. People’s Park is being torn down to be turned into more student housing although they are going to keep a small park there. Right now, it is a homeless encampment and has been an eyesore for years.

    South Berkeley

    South Berkeley lies between Telegraph, Shattuck, and Sacramento along Ashby Avenue where there is BART station. It also has lots of restaurants and places to go.  Back in the day, it was also the unofficial heart of Black Berkeley as Berkeley was 40 percent black, now it is about 6 percent black due to the high cost of real estate in Berkeley where the medium price of a house is over a million and the average rent is over $2,500 per month.

    College Avenue Elmwood Rockridge

    College Aveue is just west of Telegraph and is lined with residential housing, including the fraternities and sororities.  It also has the International House which is a dormitory for foreign students.  Elwood is a residential shopping district as is Claremont and Rockrige which is just across the border in Oakland and borders on Piedmont, a  traditional wealthy enclave independent of Oakland.

    Elmwood is on College Avenue and is similar to Solano Avenue but a bit smaller. Nearby is the Claremont Hotel and neighborhood one of the wealthiest enclaves in Berkeley.

    Gilman Street

    Gilman is in northwest Berkeley and was a working-class enclave -still is to a certain extent. Nice neighborhood eateries, and live music spaces

    Albany

    Albany is a suburban neighborhood just west of Berkeley between El Cerito and Gilman district centered on Solano and San Pablo Avenues.  It use to be mostly white working class, but is not close to 50 Asian American.

    Lorin and North Oakland including Korean Town

    To the west of South Berkeley is the Lorin neighborhood which is an up-and-coming neighborhood. To the south is North Oakland including the second-largest Korean town on the West Coast after LA.
    This was the traditional heart of Black Berkeley. There are still a lot of blacks living in Berkeley but due to the high rent and housing costs, the city is only seven percent black, when I was a young lad, it was 40 percent black and Oakland was 60 percent black.

    West Berkely/Marina

    West Berkeley has been gentrified beyond recognition. Back in the day, it was 90 percent black.  I spent my first few years there as that was the only neighborhood a junior Cal professor could afford. It is no longer mostly black and is a hipster neighborhood. Lots of brew pubs in the area. Lots of students live here too.
    The marina is on the bay. The bay trail runs through the neighborhood. There are restaurants on the bay and the dock of the Bay which is the site of the famous song.

    SItting on the Dock of the Bay

    the dock of the bay
    the dock of the bay
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    Sittin’ in the morning sun
    I’ll be sittin’ when the evening comes
    Watching the ships roll in
    Then I watch ’em roll away again, yeah
    I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
    Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
    I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
    Wastin’ time
    I left my home in Georgia
    Headed for the Frisco Bay
    ‘Cause I’ve had nothing to live for
    And look like nothing’s gonna come my way
    So, I’m just gon’ sit on the dock of the bay
    Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
    I’m sittin’ on the dock of a bay
    Wastin’ time
    Looks like nothing’s gonna change
    Everything still remains the same
    I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
    So I guess I’ll remain the same, listen
    Sittin’ here resting my bones
    And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
    2,000 miles I roam
    Just to make this dock my home, now
    I’m just gon’ sit at the dock of a bay
    Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
    Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
    Wastin’ time

    Nearby are Albany, El Cerrito, Oakland, Richmond, and Emeryville. I heard good things about Alameda but did not have time to visit.

    Berkeley poems

    How Berkeley Can You Be?

    Berkeley is what it is,
    and sometimes
    Berkeley is what it ain’t.

    tell me.
    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Tell me
    tell me.
    if you think you know

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    How Berkeley can you be?
    Berkeley is everything.
    Berkeley is the center.
    of the universe

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    and Berkeley
    in Berkeley.
    and you are Berkeley.

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    You have a Berkeley thing going on.
    You have Berkeley in your soul.
    Berkeley has taken over your soul,

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    And you are Berkeley.
    Born and raised.
    Berkeley until you die, dude.
    Berkeley until you die, dude.

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley is more than just the students.
    Berkeley is more than that.
    As you know

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley is more than just weed and beer.
    Which is all you need?

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley is more.
    That is the best food.
    In the universe

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley is more than the best coffee.
    In the world
    Peet’s coffee of course

    Nothing else will do.
    If you are true, Berkeley.

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley is more.
    That Cal Football
    Which rules?

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley is Asian
    Berkeley is Gay

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley is white.
    Berkeley is black.

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley is brown.
    Berkeley is Jewish

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley is free-thinking.
    Berkeley hate

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley is free to love.
    Berkeley is rock and roll.
    Until you die

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley if Funk
    Berkeley is Hip Hop
    Berkeley is hipness itself.

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Berkeley is all of that.
    And so much more.

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    let your inner Berkeley out.
    feel the Berkeley Freak come out.

    how Berkeley can you be.
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Join the Berzerkly Vibe
    Feel the Berkeley in your soul.

    How Berkeley can you be?
    Can you be in Berkeley,
    Until you die?

    How Berkeley can you be,
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Long live Berkeley
    The best city
    In the universe.

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    And it is your city.
    Your responsibility
    To be as Berkeley

    As you wanna be.
    Until the day you die.

    How Berkeley can you be?
    How Berkeley do you wanna be?

    Hark, I Hear the Spirits of Berkeley Calling Me Home. Berkeley

    Long Version

    Hark,
    I hear the spirits.
    Of Berkeley
    Call me home.

    The more I roam in this world.
    The more I am drawn.
    Back to the land
    From whence I came.

    Berkeley, California
    Is what it is?
    And sometimes
    It is what it ain’t.

    Berkely is a “how Berkeley, can you be vibe” town,

    Home to CAL with 40,000 students who flood into the city nine months of the year, University professors, staff, and students,

    Yet Berkeley is so much more the ultimate college town.

    It is delicious food is everywhere around the corner sort of town, An artisanal craft beer, and spirits, coffee, herbal tea, Kombucha, and wine-drinking city, where coca-cola is seldom served, gourmet ghetto, inventor of the new American cuisine revolution, home of Chez Panisse, the French Laundry, and so many other restaurants, a place where you can find every cuisine of the world at a most affordable price, a town where there are more restaurants per capita than anywhere else, where if you wanted to eat dinner at a different restaurant every day it would take you years to do so, with new places opening and closing every day.

    an anti-big box store vibe, yet with a lively small business sector, more restaurants and coffee shops per capita than almost anywhere else, lots of upscale groceries, used have a large Co-op (my father was the President), and ethnic foods markets, organic food markets, Berkeley Bowl market, farmers markets, plus usual corporate chain food stores.

    MOES book rules, where Howl was written, where the Beatnik writers and culture types used to hang out, and their spiritual descendants still do.
    Philip K Dicks hometown, (Philip K dick dated my mom before she met my father, end personal disclosures) Thornton Wilder and so many other great writers back in the day and here and now, Jack Kerouac and Alan Ginsberg lived and loved there,

    Craft beer paradise, the hometown of Peets coffee, still the best damn coffee even though they have gone corporate, the coffee revolution of the late 50s and 60’s started here in the Coffee mecca of the United States, where Café Med proudly proclaimed to one and all.

    ‘We Don’t Serve Establishment Coffee,

    They invented the American version of the Latte” It seems there are more coffee shops in Berkeley per capita than almost anywhere else in the country,

    Berkeley is also the home of vibrant tea, smoothies, artisanal spirits, craft beer, and wine culture with urban wineries and brew pubs everywhere.

    a gluten-friendly city with the best GF pizza in the world the Berkeley Cheese Collective, a foodies delight,

    a diverse although less day by day as it is now a very expensive city,

    a very ethnic town, used to have the largest Finnish community in the U.S, lots of Russians and Eastern Europeans back in the day, a city with people, from all over the known world, where 250 different languages are spoken at home, an African-American town, used to be a very black town, 40 percent back in the 70’s now perhaps twenty percent, a middle-class suburb of Oakland back in the day, but with a black lower class, working class, who are still hanging on somehow, but still a lot of my African Americans brothers and sisters hanging on despite the high rents and housing costs, many properties rich but cash poor, joined by so many African immigrants and Caribbean African immigrants as well, an Asian American city, home of a vibrant Chinese-American community, Korean-American, Hispanic City, Ohlone Tribal city, Native Americans from all different tribes still around the city, Japanese-American, Indian-American city, an Iranian diaspora, and now Afghani diaspora as well,
    French people, European people, Jewish people, but no Jewish space Lazers yet, Indian American little Mumbai community where you can get the latest Bollywood movies, food, and Indian political gossip,

    an artistic city, a creative city, a Great art Museum at CAL, home of the Pacific Film Archives a real treasure for movie lovers, with more movie theaters per capita than anywhere else,

    , same for bookstores, music stores,

    Rock n Roll fantasy world,
    A Motown-friendly city,
    A funk lovers paradise
    A Blues lover mecca

    And there are even country fans.

    a musical city -hometown to the Earthquake, Green Day, Jimmi Hendrix’s last high school, Smoke and Fog,

    New flash for Tju Dave – hey dude, I loved your song, you ain’t Berkeley enough” just want to say I represent that remark, but I represent Berkeley worldwide dude and I am still as Berkeley as I wanna be, anywhere in the world, dude, end news flash.

    the Psychotic Pineapple, Rubinoos, and so many others.
    Tower of Power “East Bay Grease sort of town,

    A Berkeley High School rocks place, (personal disclosures I was the BHS student body president in 1973-1974),

    the home of the song, “Sitting by the Dock of the Bay,”

    An anti-establishment sort of city yet filled with students studying to be part of that despised establishment, all vowing to change the world but the world always changes them into yet more high-price corporate drones.

    with zany wacked-out politics, a city at times lost in 1969, or lost in the future, A city where being called a “conservative “is considered a vile insult,

    a very progressive city, probably the most progressive city in the country, which in my opinion is a good thing, not something to be ashamed of,

    a PC is a cool city that invented PC before it became a curse word of sorts, a city where there are real live Marxists, communists, and socialists but no one takes them seriously, and there are a few proto-fascist political science professors as well,
    the spiritual home of the beatniks, the hippies, the yippies, and sadly the weathermen

    the city that gave us “the Symbionese Liberation Army,” kidnapper of Patty Hearst,
    (personal disclosure: the SLA briefly terrorized the Bay Area, and my family during the 70s calling my father “a fascist insect that preys on the life of the people, his offense = demanding that students and staff at the Peralta College be required to wear ID’s to combat a rise in violent crime on the campuses, my father not having a sense of humor did not like my joke when one morning I said,

    “Good morning fascist Insect how are you today?” My mother loved it and spoke.

    “Yeah, he is a fascist insect but he is our fascist insect” and laughed. My father merely glared at the two of us. End Personal disclosure)

    a Political city up the Yazoo town, a one-party town but with two rival political factions, republicans and there are some of them in town, feel like they are an endangered species, (another personal disclosure, my Dad was Curtis Cosmos Aller, the President of the Berkeley Co-op from 1968 to 1985 when he died, the President of the Peralta board of Colleges, who ran for Congress in 1974 in the Democratic primary against the legendary Ron Dellums, end personal disclosure) very few Q nuts but I am sure there are some, just as there are no doubt people who believe in the lizard shapeshifter conspiracy,

    (Personal note: I am a human being but once I took an online quiz to determine whether I could be part alien and the quiz said I was an alien, go figure)
    A very anti-Q town, pro-science, rational type of town, filled with humanists and secular humanist types,

    A hate bigotry town. Where Ann Coulter and her fellow right-wing followers are not welcome,
    a town that proudly voted against Trump – 90 percent in 2016 and 2020) proud center of the “resistance” home of Antifa, BLM rules, the birthplace of the black panthers who met at the first African American high school history class in the US in the early 60s, at BHS of course, and home of the Gray Panthers, a city whose representative in Congress. Representative Barbara Lee, was the only representative to vote against the Iraq war in 2003, noting that Iraq had nothing to do with 9-11, to the rest of the country she was a dangerous left-wing radical, to the Bay Area, and me, a real American Patriotic hero.

    a very marijuana-friendly city where the joke has always been pulling out a joint and it cool, pulling out a cigarette and everyone wants to send you to jail, smoking cigarettes being so uncool nowadays,

    at times, a very joyful city but not enough joy due to the political disputes and anger as people in Berkeley are very into political discussions and are news junkies,

    A very frank town where everyone has an opinion and is not afraid to speak up,
    bike friendly, environmentally friendly city, a recycling mecca, renewable energy, friendly, where the university engineers are working to solve the world.
    s energy problems and coming up with solutions to the climate change crisis, solar panels everywhere, transit-friendly, zip car friendly, uber/lift friendly, BART friendly, walkable sort of town.

    at times hot city, living with the constant fear of the mega drought, fires and the big one, atmospheric rivers, polar vortexes, and another global warming phenomenon as climate change becomes nightmarishly real, but most days the same, foggy cool mornings, nice pleasant in the 70s afternoons, then more fog dipping into high 40s by midnight, used to be no rain between April and October just the cool morning fog, but nowadays with climate change, we get rain even in the summer, and they joke there are two seasons now in California the rainy season October to March and fire season April to October, all due to the non-existent climate change hoax,

    To the rest of the world, a very “Berserkly place”

    a Buddhist-friendly city, including a Buddhist Zen Center, Chinese, Japanese, and Korean Buddhist temples a Buddhist Seminary, A Tai-Chi mecca, A centric, very zen attitude sort of town,

    a liberal Christian city where fundamentalists are not welcomed, where atheists, free thinkers, liberal Muslims, liberal Hindus, new age types, and Wiccans are welcomed, home of several liberal Christian seminaries, a Buddhist seminary, and now a Muslim seminary all located on Seminary Hill)

    A city where making fun of the street preachers is a fun game for the militant atheists of the city (personal disclosures that were me back in the day, I loved to heckle Holly Hubert joined at times by my old friend Julia Vinograd, the bubble lady who used to blow bubbles at Holly Herbert as he ranted about how we would all go to hell for our heathen ways, Holly Hubert is long gone by now as that was almost 45 years ago)

    a crazy city. a cool city, and at times a cold city,

    filled with the scent of good craziness, and sometimes very bad craziness as sometimes on a bad night things can go bad if you are in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people, or are the victim of a drug deal gone bad when the guns come out to play to settle disputes, or knives are drawn and people get very crazy or are just unlucky to be caught up in the crossfire, or on a bad trip on bad drugs, just too many damn drugs and too many people whose minds were fried by the same damn drugs, in short Berkeley does have a dark side to it,

    a city of big dreamers, a fast-paced city,

    but for the most part, it is a friendly town, but not too friendly, A freaky place filled with freakazoids, A funky vibe, a funny town all around,

    and you can have fun there as well as get lucky and meet the woman or man of your dreams, as there are lots of young single men and women looking for Mr. Good, or Ms. Good as the case may be,

    An Oakland A, and SF giants town, forty-niners (although some hate them for moving to San Jose, the Northern California clone of LA. And Golden States warriors but everyone now hates the Las Vegas Raiders, as much every person born in Berkeley must hate LA, sort of part of Berkeley and the Northern Californian DNA to be hating on LA, the LA Dodgers, and now the Las Vegas Raiders.,

    A live and let live z tude, A loony tunes place, A happy go lucky sort of vibe city,

    “Hella Berkeley “city, A historical city, A Hippie town back in the day, A hip hop center, A hip city where everyone knows what hip is but can say what it is, what is hip, yal? Do you know? Hipness, like Berkeley, is what it is and sometimes is what is not,

    too many homeless people living on the streets city, panhandling, and becoming a nuisance, getting into everyone’s face, destroying everyone’s mellow, lonely at times city where many people have thousands of virtual friends but few real friends.
    very LGBTQ-friendly, a feminist city, a very pro-choice town,

    An only in Berkeley kind of vibe,

    a city where people still read a lot, where newspapers have not died but are mostly read online,

    home of a rich alternative press history, although sadly most have gone by the wayside, I remember the Berkeley Barb, the Berkeley Gazette, the SF Chronicle, the Bay Guardian, the East Bay Express, the Berkeley Voice, the great underground comics like Fritz the Cat, reading online Berkeley news outlets just not the same thing at all. And BHS used to have a daily newspaper, now a weekly paper although the CAL daily is still mostly read online.

    A very sad town, a special city, A city that would welcome space aliens who might already be there, an OMG place,

    a rainy blues sort of day place.,

    Robots are a cool city where new robots are being developed every day, a city where people are building the singularity not fearing it,

    A Mask Up follows the science town badly hit by the COVID pandemic, particularly the small business that took it on the chin,

    the birth of NaNoWriMo, the November Write a Novel in a Month contest, (personal disclosure -I completed three of these)
    A poet-friendly place where people get poetry,

    rents are insane, housing prices too, the only people who can afford to buy are people with boatloads of money, and somehow there are lots of those types hanging out, and lots of people who don’t have money who somehow manage to get by, who can afford to live here? It takes serious piles of moolah, big piles of money, lots of cash, dollars up the yazoo, trust baby parents, or selling your soul to a start-up from hell, to be able to pay the rent or lots of roommates, yet people still flock to the city, how they can afford it is still a mystery to me.

    a stand-up guy sort of city,

    student-friendly, kind of a suburb of Oakland and SF, yet doing its own very Berkeley thing,

    home of great city parks,

    San Pablo Park (home
    of the annual BHS alumnus picnic)

    Indian Rock Peoples Park
    Inspiration point,
    Ho Chi Min Park in the 70s
    the Rose Garden
    Strawberry canyon,
    Tilden Park,
    Wildcat canyon

    part of the Bay Area Ridge Trails and Bay Area Bay Trails which are almost complete, doing a thru-hike of both, the Appalachian, the cross-continental, and the PC trails are among my bucket list dreams,

    too cool for school,

    sometimes a traffic hell place, BART trains too crowded, pickpockets and other unsavory criminal types hanging out by the BART train stations, along with high school students, druggies,

    a “west Coast Rap kingdom, wine drinkers paradise, the former home of the weathermen and other leftist domestic terrorists) a wonderful world for the young at heart, a unique city, a pro-vac place, vibrant, vegetarian, and vegan friendly, yet still offering enough meat options for the carnivores, and still the ultimate university town but as you can see by now, so much more than that, yoga is God kind of town where yoga is mandatory, Yuppie place, a zany city, a zestful town, and lately a zoom work by home town, Berkeley is all of that and so more in short. Berkely is a kind sort of place, unique in all the universe and it is my homeland,

    But still, I am drawn.
    And want to return.
    Before my time is done,
    As it remains
    My spiritual homeland.

    Berkeley Time Travels

     

     

     

     

    I grew up in Berkeley, California
    In the turbulent fabled late ’60s
    And in Berkeley in those days
    Time seems to stand at a standstill.

    On the corner of Dwight and Telegraph
    Across from People’s Park
    It seems to be always May 1969

    With the man
    Down the street
    Oppressing the hippies
    On the street

    As they smoked their weed
    Dodging the bored cops
    Who looked the other way?
    If they did not partake

    And then I went to college
    In the valley
    As I drove into Stockton
    I felt I was traveling again.

    In time
    Back to the fabled ’50s
    Stockton was also.
    Stuck in a time warp of sorts.

    And as I left the Bay area.
    And traveled the world.
    I would come back.
    To that corner

    And just be there.
    Stuck in May 1969
    Again
    Marveling at the changes

    That had and had not occurred.
    To the corner of the land
    Forever stuck in time
    And space

    San Francisco

    We toured much of San Franciso and saw the Giants Lose at Oracle Park.

    The neighborhoods are still vibrant but everything is too expensive.

    We drove through South Beach, Mission District, Filmore, Haight-Ashbury, Castro District, Noe Valley, Presidio, Richmond, Sunset, North Beach, and Chinatown and walked through Union Square. Ran out of time to fully explore the city.

    South Beach is a newly developed neighborhood west of downtown near Ball Park and the vibrant

    Dogpatch neighborhood which was recently been officially rated the 17th coolest neighborhood in the world. An ethnically diverse community with and bohemian hipster feeling.

    The Mission district is south of the ballpark and is the heart of San Francisco’s Hispanic district. Still mostly Hispanic but gentrifying.

    The Filmore used to be the heart and soul of Black San Franciso. It has been heavily gentrified as has the adjacent Western addition but recently there has been a revival of the jazz scene in the area.

    We walked through the famous counter-cultural neighborhood of Haight-Ashbury. It still has the 67 vibe and like Telegraph in Berkeley, it seems stuck in a time warp.

    We drove through the Presidio which is now an urban national park based on the old Presidio military base which closed in the early 90s. I remember shopping at the commissary back in the day. Cristy Field is a

    nice, restored beach.
    We toured Fisherman’s Wharf and Piere 39. A bit of a tourist trap but still worth a visit, bought chocolate at Ghirardelli Square.
    We also drove through Russian Hill and Nob Hill neighborhoods which are among the wealthiest in the city and saw the famous Lombard Street but did not drive down it.
    We walked through Chinatown and North Beach. Chinatown has seen better days as has North Beach. Still work visiting and walking about.
    Union Square was strangely deserted as many people felt that it was just too dangerous a place – there were homeless people everywhere in the city and there was a fear of crime. Everything is just so damn expensive.
    We drove through the CIVIC center which was impressive from an architecture point of view. Did not see homeless people shooting up and defecating there despite the hysteria of Fox News.

    We drove through the edges of the tenderloin. I think that the Tenderloin, the highest crime area in the city, is ripe for gentrification given its central location. We did see a lot of homeless people hanging about, but again no people shooting up or defecating on the street.

    The sunset area is nice. We had a great Mexican dinner at Cecilia’s by the Beach which was not too bad. Ocean Blvd was great. The beach was great but a bit cold.

    SF Time Travels

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Visitng SF After Being Gone for Three Years

    In the summer of 2023,
    I found myself.
    Back in San Franciso
    My homeland.

    Last visited pre-covid
    2018

    Touring the city
    With my Korean -in Laws

    We stopped in Haigh Ashbury
    Took photos.
    Wearing flowers
    In our hair

    Our video
    Of our San Franciso adventures
    Particularly our hiking
    The seven hills
    And having croissants
    And coffee in North Beach
    Became a surprise TikTok hit.

    Note: grew up in Berkeley, visiting every other year since I left in 1979 Found San Franciso is still a fascinating city to visit, is not the dystopian nightmare that Fox News portrays, but too expensive, with too many homeless and too much street crime.

    Use in your story or poem the following – bold these words for tomorrow’s judge:

    flowers

    San Francisco

    seven bridges

    croissant

    TikTok hit

    Only in SF

     

    One day
    while driving down Geary
    in famous SF

    I saw a sight
    that would haunt
    my nights for many years

    I saw a young white punk
    a white punk on drugs
    walking down the street
    with a purple mohawk

    dressed in leather
    and torn jeans
    and a don’t F with me
    attitude
    zdude to the max

    just another random
    SF freakazoid
    getting his nightly
    freak on

    He was walking a dog
    a snarling doberman
    who also had ztude

    on top of the dog
    was a cosmic cat
    looking about

    and on top of the cat
    riding him
    as if he was the boss
    of this motley crew

    was a white lab rat
    just looking about
    as if to say
    WTF you looking at dude

    I wanted to take a picture
    but the moment was gone
    later I learned
    it was on Instagram

    but I never saw the photo
    the moment lingered
    in my mind

    a metaphor perhaps
    of how we can all
    live together
    and love one another

    For more info see the following

     

    San Francisco Travel
    https://www.sftravel.com
    San Francisco Travel | Official Visitor Information

    San Francisco Bucket List: 60 Best Things to Do in the Fun …

    bucketlistjourney.net

    27 Top Tourist Attractions in San Francisco (with Map) – …

    touropia.com

    U.S. News Travel
    https://travel.usnews.com/San_Francisco_CA/Things_To_Do

    34 Top-Rated Things to Do in San Francisco | U.S. News Travel

    15 Beautiful Places to Visit In San Francisco – …

    traveltriangle.com

    Tripadvisor
    https://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g60713-San&#8230;

    Best Places to Visit in San Francisco, CA (2023)•
    Best Things to Do In San Francisco
    https://www.getyourguide.com/activities
    San Francisco – Wikipedia
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Francisco
    List of neighborhoods in San Francisco
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of.

    Stanford/Silicon Valley

     

     

     

     

     

     

    after our tour of SF and Berkeley, we drove down to Standford and SIlicon Valley.  We walked across the Campus and drove aroud Menlo Park saw the Google main Campus.  Ran out of time to further explore San Jose and Santa Clara country which is the heart of Silicon Valley.  Silcion Valley started near Standford as many of the engineers that started all the tech firms were Standford Computer science engineers including the founders of Google, Apple and HP.  And Thomas Edison lived in Menlo Park where he came up with many of his revolutionary inventions in his labs located there.

     

    Travis AFB/Fairfield/Vacaville

    when I visit the Bay Area, we usually stay up at Travis Air Force Base in Fairfield CA which is about a 45-minute minutes drive from Berkeley in light traffic, and there is a CAL Trans train nearby as well.
    It is a typical Air Force Base with a commissary, PX, hospitals, and all the conveniences and it is a lot cheaper staying there than staying in the central Bay Area.

    This time around I was staying with my Korean In-laws, and we decided to check out the neighboring cities while we were there. We found that the base had a very nice military aviation museum so it’s worth a visit but non-military-affiliated people may have a hard time getting on base to see the museum.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    The nearby towns of Dixon, Fairfield, and Vacaville are all worth a visit, as are the Delta towns nearby.

    Factoid

    California is the rice basket of the U.S., growing most of the U.S. rice in the vast San Joaquin-Sacramento River delta communities which are just southeast of Travis. And they are also the biggest sake producers in the world exporting raw Sakae back to Japan!

    These little towns are worth a future visit.

    They have lots of outlet malls nearby, the biggest shopping malls in the Northern California region., Vacaville has the Jelly Bean museum which was worth a visit as well as hosting a nice wine and vine festival when we were there.

    There are wineries nearby and there are regional parks nearby with lots of hiking opportunities. Most of the year it’s not too hot except for the afternoons when they can get into the hundreds occasionally. It is not a bad place to be based for a visit to the San Francisco Bay area, especially if you can stay on base.

    Dixon

    My niece lives in Dixon which is about half an hour from Sacramento, and Travis and 45 minutes to the central Bay Area. While I did not get to see much of the city, it seemed to be a nice community with a cute downtown. Reminds me of Medford, Oregon where we were spending the summer.

    for more info see the following Bing AI Chat info

    Here are some of the top things to do near Travis Air Force Base:
    • Travis Air Force Base Heritage Center: A museum that highlights the history of Travis Air Force Base and the United States Air Force. It has a collection of aircraft, engines, and other artifacts that are sure to fascinate aviation enthusiasts 1.
    Jelly Belly Factory Tour: A fun and interactive tour of the Jelly Belly candy factory in Fairfield. You can learn about the history of the company, see how the candy is made, and even sample some of the flavors 1.

    Note: worth a visit.  loved it,

    • Western Railway Museum: A museum that displays historic electric railway cars and other artifacts from the early 20th century. You can take a ride on one of the restored streetcars and learn about the history of electric transportation 1.

    • Lagoon Valley/Pena Adobe Regional Park: A beautiful park with hiking trails, picnic areas, and a lake. You can enjoy a leisurely hike, have a picnic, or go fishing 1.

    • Brenden Vacaville 16: A movie theater that shows the latest Hollywood releases. It has comfortable seating, a large screen, and excellent sound quality 1.

    • Wooden Valley Winery: A winery that produces a variety of wines, including Cabernet Sauvignon, Chardonnay, and Merlot. You can take a tour of the winery, taste some of the wines, and enjoy the

    beautiful scenery 1.

    • Suisun City Marina and Boat Ramp: A marina that offers boat rentals, fishing charters, and other water

    activities. You can rent a boat and explore the Delta, go fishing, or just enjoy the scenic views 1.
    • Vezer Family Vineyard: A family-owned winery that produces award-winning wines. You can take a tour of the vineyard, taste some of the wines, and enjoy the beautiful surroundings 2.

    • Rockville Hills Regional Park: A park with hiking trails, picnic areas, and scenic views. You can enjoy a leisurely hike, have a picnic, or just relax and take in the scenery 3.

    • Scandia Family Center: An amusement park with mini-golf, batting cages, bumper boats, and other attractions. It’s a great place to spend a fun-filled day with family and friends 2.

    • Sonoma Harvest Olive Oil & Winery: A winery that produces high-quality olive oil and wine. You can take a tour of the winery, taste some of the products, and learn about the production process 2.

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  • Ben Bova Last of the Sci-Fi Greats

    Ben Bova Last of the Sci-Fi Greats

    Review of Ben Bova’s Laugh Lines 2008 Satirical Novellas and Stories

    Reading the Classics Updated Lists

    Loved reading Ben Bova one of my favorite SF writers love his style – I think that I can pick up a lot from him.  Ben Bova the dean of Hard SF wrote Laugh Lines in 2008. Laugh lines are a series of satirical looks at the near future.  The writing is crisp, very witty, and has a snarky in-your-face attitude. Every line is a gem.

    With his passing in December 2020, the last of the great SF writers have moved on.

    He published “Laugh Lines in 2008 = which was a satirical look at futures and is one of his best books, and a great introduction to his work.  He is best known for his series on the colonization of Mars and the Jupiter asteroid belt.  The book consists of a series of short stories and two novellas.  Each one is a gem filled with his trademark wit and snarky attitude.

    Starcrossed

    A satirical look at the movie business set in 2030 or so. It is based on the author’s experience as a consultant on a short =lived Canadian SF series.  He got a lot of things right in terms of his technological predictions, but he missed Canada legalizing pot everywhere, and Canada becoming a right-work-to-work non-state is off the mark.

    The Crisis of the Month

    The Crisis of the Month is an epic putdown of our crisis-obsessed mass media.  Reads very well in 2023.

    The Great Moon Hoax

    The Great Moon Hoax is a great satirical look at the possibility that Martians exist and have been visiting us since Roswell,

    Supersonic Zeppelin

    Supersonic Zeppelin is a satirical look at the aerospace industry and ends with a hint about the development of hyperloop technology, which sadly is still a pipe dream.

    Vinca’s Dragon

    Vinca’s Dragon is a horror story and a gangster story and features characters that the author knew growing up in Philadelphia in an Italian neighborhood. The Dragon keeps assuring Vinca that she is not interested in his soul, as she is not working for Satan.  He finds out in the end that she wanted so much more from him.

    The Angel’s Gift.

    The Angel’s Gift is a satirical look at religion.

    A Slight Miscalculation

    A Slight Miscalculation looks at the possibility of earthquake forecasting and looks at A, in the end, the computer was right as the earthquake scientist made a slight typo in his calculations and had a slight miscalculation!

    Cyberbooks

    Cyberbooks look at the publishing industry as it adjusts to the first generation of E-books.  this was written as the very first generation of E-books was coming out.  The author in an interview said,

    “Many aspiring authors ask me if the publishing industry is bad as portrayed in Cyberbooks.  I always respond that it is worse.”

    Bio

    Benjamin William Bova (November 8, 1932 – November 29, 2020) was an American writer and editor. During a writing career of 60 years, he was the author of more than 120[2] works of science fact and fiction, an editor of Analog Science Fiction and Fact, for which he won a Hugo Award six times, and an editorial director of Omni; he was also president of both the National Space Society and the Science Fiction Writers of America.[3]

     Ben Bova – Wikipedia

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_Bova

    Ben Bova – Book Series in Order

    Ben Bova > Quotes

    “Red tape has killed more people than bullets…”
    ― Ben Bova, Millennium

    A fanatic who is willing to die for his cause thinks nothing of killing you for his cause.”
    ― Ben Bova, The Return

    “The Old Ones knew that life is not rare, but precious; not fragile, but vulnerable. Life is as deep as the seas in which it was born, as strong as the mountains that shelter it, as universal as the stars themselves.”
    ― Ben Bova, Mars Life

    “The art of fiction has not changed much since prehistoric times. The formula for telling a powerful story has remained the same: create a strong character, a person of great strength, capable of deep emotions and decisive action. Give him a weakness. Set him in conflict with another powerful character — or perhaps with nature. Let his exterior conflict be the mirror of the protagonist’s interior conflict, the clash of his desires, his strength against his weakness. And there you have a story. Whether it’s Abraham offering his only son to God, Paris bringing ruin to Troy over a woman, Hamlet and Claudius playing their deadly game, or Faust seeking the world’s knowledge and power — the stories that stand out in the minds of the reader are those whose characters are unforgettable.

    To show other worlds, to describe possible future societies and the problems lurking ahead, is not enough. The writer of science fiction must show how these worlds and these futures affect human beings. And something much more important: he must show how human beings can and do create these future worlds. Our future is largely in our own hands. It doesn’t come blindly rolling out of the heavens; it is the joint product of the actions of billions of human beings. This is a point that’s easily forgotten in the rush of headlines and the hectic badgering of everyday life. But it’s a point that science fiction makes constantly: the future belongs to us — whatever it is. We make it, our actions shape tomorrow. We have the brains and guts to build paradise (or at least try). Tragedy is when we fail, and the greatest crime of all is when we fail even to try.

    Thus science fiction stands as a bridge between science and art, between the engineers of technology and the poets of humanity.”

    “In science, there is a dictum: don’t add an experiment to an experiment. Don’t make things unnecessarily complicated. In writing fiction, the more fantastic the tale, the plainer the prose should be. Don’t ask your readers to admire your words when you want them to believe your story.”

    “As long as we’re tied to Middle Eastern oil we’re tied to Middle Eastern politics. We’re hostages to the terrorists and nutcases who want to wipe out Israel and the United States because we support Israel.”

    “My first sight of the fabled warrior was a surprise. He was not a mighty-thewed giant, like Ajax. His body was not broad and powerful as Odysseus’. He seemed small, almost boyish, his bare arms and legs slim and virtually hairless. His chin was shaved clean, and the ringlets of his long black hair were tied up in a silver chain. He wore a splendid white silk tunic, bordered with a purple key design, cinched at the waist with a belt of interlocking gold crescents… His face was the greatest shock. Ugly, almost to the point of being grotesque. Narrow beady eyes, lips curled in a perpetual snarl, a sharp hook of a nose, skin pocked and cratered… A small ugly boy born to be a king… A young man possessed with fire to silence the laughter, to stifle the taunting. His slim arms and legs were iron-hard, knotted with muscle. His dark eyes were humorless. There was no doubt in my mind that he could outfight Odysseus or even powerful Ajax on sheer willpower alone.”

    “We try to teach our students how to think… how to use their brains and imagination. Individual subjects can always be learned by a man who knows how to learn. We teach them to think, and the other subjects arise by themselves…”

    “He did not appear to be a very tall man; what I could see of his legs seemed stumpy, though heavily muscReading the Classics Updatedled. His chest was broad and deep. Later I learned that he swam in the sea almost every morning. His thick strong arms were circled with leather wristbands and a bronze armlet above his left elbow that gleamed with polished onyx and lapis lazuli… Puckered white scars from old wounds stood out against the dark skin of his arms, parting the black hairs like roads through a forest… Odysseus wore a sleeveless tunic, his legs, and feet bare, but he had thrown a lamb’s fleece across his wide shoulders. His face was thickly bearded with dark curly hair that showed a trace of grey. His heavy mop of ringlets came down to his shoulders and across his forehead almost down to his black eyebrows. Those eyes were as grey as the sea outside on this rainy afternoon, probing, searching, judging.”

    “And so, to the end of history, murder shall breed murder, always in the name of right and honor and peace, until the gods are tired of blood and create a race that can understand.”

    “Lolling around libraries paging through books that haven’t been checked out since 1975 is one of my principal joys as a writer.”
    ― Ben Bova, Nebula Awards Showcase 2008

    “He was close enough so that I could see his face clearly, even with his helmet’s cheek flaps tied tightly under his bearded chin. I looked into the eyes of Hector, prince of Troy. Brown eyes they were, the color of rich farm soil, calm and deep. No anger, no battle lust. He was a cool and calculating warrior, a thinker among these hordes of wild, screaming brutes. He wore a small round shield buckled to his left arm instead of the massive body-length type most of the other nobles carried. In it was painted a flying heron, a strangely peaceful emblem amid all this mayhem and gore.”

    “The first thi8g he thinks of is weaponry, killing his fellow humans. The second thing is power.”
    ― Ben Bova, Voyagers III: Star Brothers

    “The only thing he thinks of is himself,” Stoner pointed out. In his deepest heart, he does not regard anyone else as truly human; no one except himself. He is the center of his world. Everything and everyone else revolves around him.”

    ― Ben Bova, Voyagers III: Star Brothers

    “perfluorocarbon”

    “Palmer was talking with only the surface of his mind, his cheek muscles bobbing as if he were chewing his thoughts and finding them tough.”
    ― Ben Bova, The Science Fiction Hall of Fame Volume Two-A: The Great Novellas

    “You can’t hate a man you understand.”
    ― Ben Bova, Return to Mars

    “Whenever a religious movement has gained the reins of governmental power, individual liberties are strangled.”
    ― Ben Bova, Mars Life

    “The most arduous part of learning is preparing the mind to accept new knowledge.”
    ― Ben Bova, New Earth

    “Words are important he realized, especially in a nation ruled by its media.”
    ― Ben Bova, Mars

    “So, I started to wonder if I actually could reenter the unicorn’s world…at which point Sooz came into my head and the story just happened. It flowed. It was the exact opposite of my experience writing The Last Unicorn. I locked onto her voice, the voice of this nine-and-a-half-year-old girl who was telling the story from the first sentence, and I just followed her. It was one of the very rare occasions where I felt from beginning to end that I knew what I was doing.”
    ― Ben Bova, Nebula Awards Showcase 2008

    “The conservatives running the government have always been against the exploration of Mars. What we’ve found goes against their religious beliefs.”
    ― Ben Bova, Mars Life

    “They may not know it,” DiNardo said, his smile becoming genuine, “but even the most stubborn atheist among them is working to uncover God’s ways.”
    ― Ben Bova, Mars Life

    “Do you think that you’re some sort of superior creature? Do you think that your ability to make money, to steal and lie and murder, places you above normal men?”
    ― Ben Bova, Voyagers III: Star Brothers

    “How many fools have looked forward to the adventure that killed them.”
    ― Ben Bova, Venus

    “Once they discovered our solar-powered city, tucked high in the Sierra Oriental, I knew that the end was near. Stupidly, they attacked us, like a wild barbarian horde. We slaughtered them with laser beams and heat-seeking bullets. Instead of driving them away, that only whetted their appetite.”
    ― Ben Bova, My Favorites: An Anthology

    “God’s disciples must strike you dead,”
    ― Ben Bova, Jupiter

    “Isaac Newton discovered that for every action there is an opposite reaction. Popular wisdom declared that every dark cloud has a silver lining.”
    ― Ben Bova, Voyagers III: Star Brothers

    “Suffice it to say that after accidentally setting the Walden woods ablaze—some estimates hold that more than three hundred acres were consumed—our First Naturalist repaired to the top of Fair Haven Hill to admire his private conflagration. I thought folks ought to know about this. You see, as a student I was force-fed Walden and much of it disagreed with me. I will admit that never has the Luddite point of view been advanced quite so eloquently. And while I agree that simplicity can be a virtue and that cultivation of one’s inner resources is necessary for the good life, it seems clear to me that the habit of thought that Thoreau urges on us is antithetical to the enterprise of science fiction.”
    ― Ben Bova, Nebula Awards Showcase 2008

    “The old joke about parachutes: If it doesn’t work, bring it back and we’ll give you a new one.”
    ― Ben Bova, Venus

    Ben Bova Orbit

    The New York Times

    https://www.nytimes.com/2020/12/13/books/be…

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  • Only in SF

    Two Drops of Ink Publishes Recent Poems

    mouse riding a cat riding a dog in SF

    Only In SF

    For some reason I recalled a strange site, I recently saw in SF about seven years ago. The photos were taken recently .

    Only in San Francisco

    One day
    While driving down Geary Blvd.
    Near Union Square
    at sunset

    I saw something
    That one would only
    See in San Francisco

    I saw a strange site
    A sight that haunted my vision until now
    I saw a white man dressed in leather
    With a purple mohawk
    Walking his dog down the street

    Riding on top of the dog was a cat
    And riding on the cat
    Was a white lab rat

    All were getting along
    Were obviously friends
    As they walked down the street

    We all said
    Only in San Francisco
    City of St Francis

    would we see such a sceen.

     

     

     

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  • The Truth Shall Set You Free

    The Truth Shall Set You Free

    The Truth Shall Set You Free, But True Knowledge Kills

    Short Story

    By Jake Cosmos Aller

    Ever since that fateful night when I was indoctrinated into the “True Knowledge,” I have looked at the world in a different light. It all went down so fast. After learning the secret history of the last five thousand years, I saw everything in a different, more sinister and dark light. The list of people who have been brought into the conspiracy reads like a list of the most prominent political and business leaders of world history. Trump was on the list as well as Pence and most of the Senate, and most members of the media. It seemed like everyone who matters was not whom they seemed to be but were part of this evil cabal.

    Was Lydon LaRouche RIght?

    I work for the government, just one of the army of govbots who float in and out of the Metro system every morning commuting to their jobs with the government and back home to their suburban townhouses. The day my world came crashing down on me began as I picked up a brochure from the “Lyndon LaRouche Group” at the Foggy Bottom Metro in downtown D.C. I commented to my colleagues on the way home that I enjoyed reading it, although I did not believe most of his conspiracy theories he had a point, a lot of good points. We laughed it off as a big joke.

    A few days later I was getting on the train, when a middle age nondescript white man, with brownish hair, about 6 feet tall, dressed like any other middle age white suburban federal employee in a conservative suit and tie – probably on his way home to his suburban home in Virginia, bumped into me. He apologized and slipped me the following note. I saw the note when I got home and connected it with the strange incident at the subway.

    The note read, “Lyndon used to work for us. He knows most of the truth. We left him alone because we are able to ensure that no one takes his writings seriously. My job is to prevent knowledge of the truth; the so-called “true knowledge” gets out. Anyone who appears to be taking his stuff seriously has to be followed and either brought into the game or neutralized. Be very careful. Our agents are watching you like a hawk and have your internet connections under constant surveillance. Your phone and house are tapped. We have enough already to get you into serious trouble with your bosses as we know you are an internal dissenter. And we know that you like pornography and we know about several of your affairs and we have copies of e-mails you sent to various women with shall we say suggestive comments that could be misconstrued. We have even faked a few photos and videotapes of you engaging in some of your fantasies. By the way, you are a good writer!

    Next time we contact you, make sure you come to the meeting spot. I will meet you and explain further. Momentous events are about to happen and you can either be on the inside on the winning team or on the outside or probably end up dying like most of your fellow human beings. It will be your choice, my friend. We believe that you could be an asset, – you can write and speak persuasively, you have lots of loyal friends and most importantly you are probably intelligent enough to know that being on the winning ticket is usually the right choice to make for you and your family. Remember tell no one about this – not even your wife. Do not try to contact us through the La Roche Group – they have been compromised. We will be in touch.”

    Agent Spartacus X

    I said that this could not be happening must be some sort of vicious joke. In any event, I am intrigued enough to get out the Lyndon pamphlet from the trash and read it.

    Lyndon posits a grand conspiracy of British and American big bankers working together since the 15th century to continue to secretly dominate the world. The roots of the conspiracy date back to the Knight Templars of the middle ages which morphed into the Freemasons, then the fabled Illuminati. Most recently, they have been associated with the Council on Foreign Relations, The Bohemian Club, and The Project for a New American Century. They are often now often called the Vulcans or the Neocons. But the Neocons are just a small American inner circle of a much broader interrelated international conspiracy.

    They had almost succeeded in their plans when the Great Depression came along and laid waste to their plans. Lyndon argues that the Great Depression was engineered by them – others disagree. But all of the paranoid writers I read agreed that in response to the Great Depression, they took advantage of the chaos and engineered the rise of Hitler, Mussolini, and Tojo and were working to bring Britain and the U.S. into the fold.

    Their goal – a Pan Germanic-Anglo dominated world fascist system to fight against the evils of Communism and Socialism. The Birchers and others thought that Communism was also part of their master plot, others disagree. They thought that the U.S. would fall into place and eventually Hitler would unite the Germanic and Anglo worlds into a grand empire that would control the world forever. They would run the Empire through charismatic fools like Hitler. They would have continual wars which are good for business and they would have periodic depressions to ensure that they can continually buy up their competitors. Franklin Roosevelt disrupted their plans, as did Truman, Kennedy, Carter, Clinton and Obama. Nixon, Ford and Bush 1, Cheney, was part of the Conspiracy as was Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton was not. Reagan and Bush 11 were merely useful puppets. Obama had fought against them but was constrained by the entire deep state which is filled with members of the cabal. Donald Trump and Pence were merely their latest puppets, although Pence was part of the inner circle, Trump was not trusted to be “disciplined” enough to be let in on the truth.

    One day I see Agent Spartacus on the subway. I go up to him and ask him how is doing, acting as if he is a fellow employee that I have not seen in a while.

    He responds, “Just fine.”

    He then whispers, “Check your phone for a message in 10 minutes.”

    He jumps on the Orange train and I wait for the Blue train. At King Street station, my phone beeps with a message.

    “Meet me Friday night at “Coyote Ugly” at 6 pm. Be on time. We will have a drink there and then find someplace we can talk quietly. Be prepared to spend a couple of hours. Your wife will be out of town on business. Remember we are watching you and monitoring you. Spartacus.”

    I was freaked out after reading the message. My wife had not mentioned any business trip. I go home and she tells me she has to go out of town on Friday for a weeklong trip to Ft Hood on TDY. My wife was in the military, I was used to her constant TDY’s on short notice, and I knew that sometimes she could not tell me what she was really up to as her clearances outranked mine by an order of magnitude. But how Spartacus knew bothered me. Was my wife part of the conspiracy? I knew that I had to meet him. What he was hinting was monstrous. And the possibility that my wife was involved even more horrible. I knew if I told her my suspicions, she would laugh it off and tell me to lay off the Science Fiction novels for a while. The possibility that she could be working with them also entered my mind and stayed there like a stubborn weed that would not die.

    And if she were part of this conspiracy would she tell me or them? I thought that I could not go to the authorities because it seemed clear that many of the senior officers were part of this dark conspiracy and no one would believe me. I would be dismissed as a nut case, possibly hauled to a psychiatric hospital or just made to disappear, at the very least, my security clearance would be yanked, and I would be unemployed if not unemployable. And since they have also strongly warned me to be quiet I knew the risks would be pretty high so, despite my burning desire to talk things over with my wife, I kept quiet.

    The Honey Pot Is Laid Out

    Friday night I go to Coyote Ugly. I sit down. Spartacus is not there. A beautiful Korean woman wearing skintight blue jeans, showing off her great ass, a tank top with long black hair running down her back and lovely almond-shaped eyes, and a cute face sits down unasked and tells me that Spartacus sent his regards but could not make it. She would go to dinner with me instead. I am suspicious that some sort of honey trap was being set up against me. I looked around for cameras and surveillance but realized that they would probably be hidden. I resolve to keep my wits about me, not drink and not give into temptation, although when she went off to the restroom her luscious ass tempted me.

    The old blues standard by Junior Wells, “Everyone Getting Some But Me” starts playing on the jukebox. I listen to my favorite line, “A girl in skin-tight pants walk on by, with an ass so fine my eyeballs hurt” and I said to myself. “Damn. They are good. They even know that I am an ass man, love the blues and this song in particular, and I love Asian women. Damn.”

    I pay my bill and we enter a nearby sushi place. She seems to be a regular. We order some sushi and soju to drink. A message pops up

    “Jake. Could not make it. Miss Lee works for me. She will give you a letter. Read it and leave or stay and have fun with her. She will do anything and everything you ever wanted from a woman sexually. She has been instructed to seduce you as a honeypot approach.

    Not my idea, but my superiors. I would rather play you straight up with the facts. But if you do go with her know that it will be recorded and used against you if you step out of line. But on the other hand, she is good and we know what you like as we have read your sex fantasies. You are a good writer, my friend. So if you do it, enjoy. We will meet next week after you read the letter and survive this first test. Spartacus”

    I ask Miss Lee in Korean

    이씨에게 무슨 일이 있는지 아십니까?
    issiege museun il-i issneunji asibnikka?
    Do you know what is going?”

    She laughs and said

    나는
    나에게 편지를주고 나에게 좋은 시간을 보여달라고 들었다. 그녀는 또한 그녀가 내가 좋아하는 것을 들었고 그녀가 원하는 방식으로 그녀를 원한다고 말했습니다. 나는 당신의 Assman 이야기를 좋아했습니다.”
    naneun na-ege pyeonjileuljugo na-ege joh-eun sigan-eul boyeodallago deul-eossda. geunyeoneun ttohan geunyeoga naega joh-ahaneun geos-eul deul-eossgo geunyeoga wonhaneun bangsig-eulo geunyeoleul wonhandago malhaessseubnida. naneun dangsin-ui Assman iyagileul joh-ahaessseubnida.” “

    I was was told to give me a letter, and then to show me a good time. She also said that she was told what I liked and wanted me to have her any way I wanted her, “Including my ass as I know you are an Assman. I loved your Assman stories”.

    I thanked her and asked her for the letter. I take the letter and decide to read it on the train home. I decided to not go forward with the rest of the planned events as I thought showing a little independence might be a good insurance policy.

    I apologize to Miss Lee.

    She asked me
    왜 나를 원하지 않니? 그게 내 감정을 상하게한다는 걸 알아
    wae naleul wonhaji anhni? geuge nae gamjeong-eul sanghagehandaneun geol al-av
    Why don’t I want her. ?

    I told her that
    나는 그녀와 죄책감을 느끼고 집에 가야했다.
    naneun geunyeowa joechaeggam-eul neukkigo jib-e gayahaessda.
    I feel guilty about being with you.”

    걱정하지 마십시오. 모두 준비되었습니다. 내가 어리석은 인간에 대해 화를 내기 전에 지금 나를 집으로 데려가십시오. 전형적인 인간은 그들이 정말로 원하는 것을 알지 못하고 죄책감을 느낍니다. 마치 신이 당신에게 섹스를 주듯이
    geogjeonghaji masibsio. modu junbidoeeossseubnida. naega eoliseog-eun ingan-e daehae hwaleul naegi jeon-e jigeum naleul jib-eulo delyeogasibsio. jeonhyeongjeog-in ingan-eun geudeul-i jeongmallo wonhaneun geos-eul alji moshago joechaeggam-eul neukkibnida. machi sin-i dangsin-ege segseuleul judeus-i
    Don’t worry about it. It has all been arranged. Now take me home now before I get angry at you for being so foolish a human man. Typical humans Don’t know what they really want and then feel guilty about it. as if God gives a fuck you who you fuck.

    I ended up kissing her and taking her phone number and e-mail address.

    She told me

    “내가 아무도 거절 한 적이없고, 적어도 인간은 아무도 없기 때문에 나를 유혹하는 데 성공할 것입니다 ..
    “naega amudo geojeol han jeog-ieobsgo, jeog-eodo ingan-eun amudo eobsgi ttaemun-e naleul yuhoghaneun de seong-gonghal geos-ibnida ..”알겠습니다. 아무도 내 매력에 저항하지 않았습니다. letter 편지를 읽고 결정하십시오.”
    “algessseubnida. amudo nae maelyeog-e jeohanghaji anh-assseubnida. letter pyeonjileul ilg-go gyeoljeonghasibsio.”
    “I know that I will succeed in seducing me as no one has ever turned her down before.
    “You’ll see. No one has ever resisted my charms. Read the letter and then decide.”

    I leave the restaurant and read the letter on the yellow line subway home:

    “By now you should be aware of our power and reach. Your wife is not yet a member of the inner circle but we will approach her if you decide to join. We think she would be also an excellent choice. But each approach is different as you can well imagine. By now, you either have decided to have a good time with Miss Lee or have decided to decline in a mistaken impression that showing a little independence would be a good move. Either way would result in the same thing – either you will have some great sex which we will film or we will take pictures of you and Miss Lee and morph them into a nice ” deep fake ”  porn movie which we will send to your wife, your boss and your security folks one week from today unless you agree to the following:

    “Meet me Sunday night at the sushi place. Bring flowers for Miss Lee. If you turn her down, she will be miffed, as she does not take rejection lightly. She is determined to seduce you, you know. You were the first to turn her down. Took a lot of guts to do that. Oh well. When we meet, I will then tell you the whole story.

    You can then go with Miss Lee or not. Your choice but remember the video is already being produced so you
    might as well enjoy her while you can. We have lots of work to do soon so I have to bring you in sooner than we usually do. Consider Miss Lee as a reward for joining. First of many as the members of the inner circle can have anything they want and will after D-day. Join us in being masters of the universe. D day is coming soon.”

    Spartacus

    I get off the subway, take a taxi home. I call my wife and resist the impulse to tell her everything and wonder if she has already been approached. And what would be the approach they would use on her?
    Sunday evening I meet Miss Lee at the restaurant. I give her flowers and we have dinner. She is flirting up a storm and I find my resistance melting. I figure that was part of the plan and have decided to go with the flow. I think, “why not fool around? After all the video has already been made? Right? ”

    Spartacus shows up and the mood turns serious. Miss Lee is now totally professional and serious. Spartacus looks tired. He takes me into the back room and begins his tale of woe. I listen and don’t want to believe any of it. It was so monstrous and evil but I knew he was telling the truth. And boy the truth did not set me free let me tell ya.

    Spartacus Drops the True Knowledge Bomb

    Spartacus starts off,

    “Lyndon was one of our human operatives. He was a rising star, but had an attack of guilt and left us. We debated whether to kill him or not. I suggested that we let him go, discredit him but use him as bait. Anyone who reads his stuff can be identified and those who show signs that they believe it and might be persuaded to join us we could recruit. The others can be eliminated. So we persecuted Lyndon, made him look like a paranoid idiot and we kept feeding him disinformation which he would disseminate.

    What he writes about is only part of the truth and is the most visible, most documented part of the story and mostly true with some disinformation in it. For example, Lyndon misunderstood Hitler’s rise to power. Hitler was a stooge, a “useful fool” in Lenin’s phrase and Lenin and Stalin were part of our inner circle as was Mussolini and Tojo. Roosevelt was our enemy as has been most of the Democratic leadership. That’s why we are hard at work to destroy the Democratic Party and install a right-wing republican one party state under our control but with “useful fools” like Trump as figureheads. Donald was not one of us, but we control him because the Neocon cabal is all part of our inner circle. Most are human, but some are fellow Sirians. Cheney, Pence, Mattias and Wolfowitz are Sirian as well, most of the rest of the Neocons are humans. Putin and Xi are Sirians as are the entire North Korean leadership. Stalin and Hitler were Sirians. Trump is just another one of the useful fools that we Sirians have been manipulating for decades. His son through is a Sirian who we recruited to join his family to keep under control as we knew that he could be useful to us some day. The Clintons are humans as is Gore. and most of the democrats are human, the republicans are mostly half breeds or like Trump useful idiots.

    The aim of our plot? Total domination of the world, then a planned destruction of the world-wide civilization through nuclear, and biological warfare where 90 percent of humanity will be destroyed. We will clean up the pieces and establish a worldwide dictatorship. Then the invasion begins and humanity is enslaved forever to the power of the master race, the Sirians.

    Most of the people who work with us do not know that they are working for the Sirians. But it does not matter. If you are with us, you will be rewarded with power, wealth, and access to Sirian medical technological wonders, allowing you to live to 5,000 years or more like us Sirians. If you oppose us, you will be thrown out into the world to be destroyed along with most of the rest of your dismal race.
    I am a Syrian. We came to your planet ten thousand years ago. We set up a colony, which you know as Atlantis. It was destroyed in a nuclear war between two factions of our race – the progressives who wanted to establish their version of democracy and what you might consider fascists or realists, as we like to think of ourselves. When you see the real me you will see that the progressive and fascist groups are actually different races of Sirians. We are red in color and much more muscular and frankly more intelligent and realistic. They are green in color and smaller and filled with useless compassion. They still exist and occasionally cause us trouble. We are always watching to make sure that they do not try to approach our human agents and corrupt them with pernicious “liberal or progressive” ideas – to use the current phrases – nonsense.

    But I digress. The Fascists won the war but Atlantis was destroyed. Most of the Sirian race on earth was killed in the war. Those of us Fascists left formed a tight little group and decided that we would bid our time, build out forces, take over the planet, and when the earth had achieved sufficient levels of technology contact our home world, and await instructions.

    The progressives formed their own group and disappeared spending their time trying to enlighten humankind. What a load of crap. They just were misunderstood and killed for their troubles. Jesus, Buddha, Mohamed, Confucius, Sai Baba – all Sirian democratic losers every one of them.

    Some of the progressive Sirians disappeared into the wilderness and their descendants gradually intermarried with the natives and their descendants became the Cherokee and other civilized tribes. None of the Cherokees knew that they were actually descended from aliens from Sirius and native people. Although the Cherokee and Hopi have legends that their ancestors came from the Stars. Thus in a way you are part Sirian as we know your mother is half Cherokee. We actually tested your DNA and yes, you have traces of Sirian DNA in you. Which is one of the reasons we decided to recruit you after all you part of our race about 10 percent. but that is enough for us., although your Sirian racial background is green which could be a problem if you decide to oppose us.

    The question of what to do about humans became the key issue dividing the Sirian race – then and now. Our red group thought that you earth people were hopelessly backward, superstitious and barely capable of intelligence. We felt that we should kill most of you off, then enslave the rest. That is still our plan. Besides, on our home world, we rose to power by killing off a rival species that were humanoid looking. Ever since then Sirians have had it in for humanoids and primate species. All part of the master plan for total domination of the galaxy.

    Well, as you can imagine, it was very difficult hiding amongst your people for all of these thousands of years. Most of us are now what you would consider early middle age.

    Until very recently, we were limited by your technology as our spaceships and most of our technology had all been destroyed in Atlantis. Only 100 of our race survived, most of the Fascist side. We lost track of the progressives who have gone deep underground. We have managed to reproduce and now there are about 10,000 of us scattered around the world, most in senior levels of government and business. And we estimate that there are several thousand Progressives mostly working in religious or academic institutions.

    Among other difficulties, we are hidden within human bodies that are artificially created skins. Our real appearance is not human at all. We look like birds or reptiles in our real selves. Few humans have ever seen us as we really look. We have the ability to manipulate thoughts and thus few are able to see us as we really look, even when we are out of the suits.

    We wear the suits whenever we are around humans as maintaining thought control is very tiresome. HP Lovecraft saw us and he went mad and wrote his “Cthulu” stories about us. Others have seen us on our retreats in the woods and we have been called many names through the years, ‘” werewolves, vampires, ghouls, ghosts, demons, goblins, trolls, Satan, the devil, witches – you name it we’ve been called it. Bad for our self-esteem don’t ya think. “The damn progressives get better press and are often seen as “angels”.

    We have tried intermarriage with your race and have found for the most part it does not work too well as our two DNA structures are incompatible. But, nonetheless, there have been successful offspring of such interspecies sex. Thus, there are thousands of part-Sirian people as some of our people intermarried with your species. Interspecies sex is highly discouraged at least among the realist faction; although sex with part sirians is the norm, and we have been influenced by the fact that you humans are a very randy species, much more that is the norm among civilized species. The progressive faction has largely assimilated into your race.

    Those stories of alien abductions etc. are true for the most part as are stories of UFO’s. We have been able to rebuild spaceships but they are not interplanetary, as we do not have technological resources to do so since most of our technology had been destroyed and those technicians who knew how to maintain the ships and build them all died in the war anyway. Besides our Sirian, leaders back home do not trust us. They want us to stay here and do their bidding whether than return home. they want us to take over and add Earth to the Sirian Empire.

    Our leaders will then be allowed to return home after being here for thousands of years. The Sirian race being very long lived is also very conservative, not much has really changed back home since we left. We were outcasts then as most Sirians who leave the mother planet and not trusted back home any more. So for us we end up exiled from home with little contact with the mother planet. Interstellar travel is possible – it is expensive and slow -takes about a year to go back home.

    We communicate with each other in Sirian through secure communications and now through the internet. The NSA and other government snoops keep picking up strange language chatter on the internet but since we control the spooks, they never follow up.

    We finally managed to established contact with the Mother Planet. Our instructions are to set off Armageddon and destroy the planet. The invasion begins after the nuclear war is over and most people have been killed and your technological infrastructure destroyed. We will then take over , rebuild our own technology and enslave humanity.

    Those humans who helped us will be given top jobs in the Sirian administration and eventually given full citizenship rights for them and their families. Most people will be killed or enslaved. Think what happened to the Indians? That was a Sirian plot from the beginning. We wanted to kill off all the Indians but particularly wanted to destroy the so-called civilized tribes, as we knew that the Progressive faction had intermarried with the Indians.

    Most of human history has been the result of Sirian plots. The problem we have is that you humans are so hard to predict, rule, control etc. And our biggest problem is with intellectuals. Once they know the full story either they go mad, or they try to warn their fellow humans, or they kill themselves. The 10 percent who survive after hearing the true story usually join our movement. And on course the damn progressives are always watching us, trying to warn humankind of the impending danger. But as you know few will ever believe the truth. So your choice today:

    Join us, or resist us and die. We are launching WW111 very soon. Once the war has been launched, nuclear winter will ensure and most of the earth will enter an ice age. We will then invade and take over the habitable areas and use slave labor to mine for minerals etc under the ice. Sirians like cold icy planets as that is like our home planet. Your planet is too hot for our liking anyway.”

    I stopped him and ask lots of follow-up questions. Finally, I tell them the only way they could prove they were telling the truth was to reveal themselves as they really were.

    Spartacus Reveals His True Self

    Spartacus said,

    “Very well. Agent Lee is only part human. She is one of the few successful hybrids. She looks human but a blood test would reveal alien DNA. I am pure Syrian and have l long opposed the inter-species experiments
    being anti-natural and degrading to the Sirian race. I really don’t give a rat’s ass about you humans. Follow me and you will see. But you do take a risk that you will freak out and become a madman.”

    We walk into the back room. Agent Spartacus removes his skintight clothing.

    Underneath it laid a hideous, repulsive ugly reptile like biped creature minus a tail. Dark red with black strips on both sides. His face looked like a bird’s face with sharp beaks,
    beady red eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. The top of his head had horns on it. He laughs, and said,

    “See why most humans believe in a real devil?”

    I could see why most people would freak out at the sight. He was just hideous to look at. Must be something inbred in humans to instantly fear and loathe their real appearance. I am having a hard time coping and want to throw up.

    Agent Lee had also stripped revealing an even more alluringly beautiful woman that I had imagined. I was tempted but knowing that she was half-alien and in league with these evil creatures turned my stomach.

    I tell agent Spartacus and Agent Lee that I had to think about it and went home. I wrote this all down and sent it off to my best friends and of course my wife. I hope that this does not result in a death sentence for me, but so be it. I have to do the right thing. I have resolved to search out and join the resistance led by the progressive Syrians. I hope there is still time to derail “Armageddon” but I fear that time is running out.

    Jake Lee

    for further reading,

    wiki on Lyndon La Rouche
    anicent sirian alien visitors
    wiki on alien shape shifters
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    The Cthulhu Masonic Conspiracy

    “The Cthulhu Masonic Conspiracy”

    By

    Jake Cosmos Aller

    Comment:  I am a big fan of Lovecraft and the Cthulhu Mythos.  This is my latest attempt at writing a Cthulhu story.  It is based on a dream.  I revised it today March 9 2020 and submitted to Flame Tree Publishing Cthulhu contest. End comment

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    “The Cthulhu Masonic Conspiracy”

    To those who are reading this manuscript, I would forgive you for thinking that this is nothing more than the ravings of a lunatic, or as the result of a drug trip gone horribly wrong.  But, rest assured, every word is true.  I wish that it were otherwise, and I wish that I were simply an unhinged lunatic foaming at the mouth and howling at the moon thinking he was a werewolf.

    It would be so easy to dismiss this horrid tale of grand, evil, ancient conspiracies, but unfortunately it is a true story.  A man once wrote in a novel about the Knights Templar that you always know you are dealing with a lunatic if within the first few minutes of meeting him he begins talking about the Knights Templar.  I will spare you the Knights Templar although they do play a role in the story.  I will also spare you a tale of the fabled illuminati, or the Jewish-communist plot, or the Trans-Atlantic Council, or the evils of the Council on Foreign Relations, and the myriad of other conspiracies dating back centuries.  But, you may have noticed, I did not mention the grand dandy of all secret societies, the Masons.  Perhaps you have now guessed that I have some mad insane fixation on the Masons.

    Perhaps you have the same misconception of the Masons that I did when I joined them 25 years ago.  I thought at the time that the Masons were an adult fraternity of rich, educated upper class males that helped each other out in their careers, and enjoyed play acting ancient mysteries.  Sort of an international Skulls and Bones so to speak.   In fact, many Masons I learned started out as Skulls and Bones members.  The Skulls and Bones were in fact a Masonic recruitment club at Yale and similar clubs, not as infamous, wer

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    e found at many colleges around the U.S. and even around the world.  Those members who showed leadership potential after college were usually recruited to join the Masons.

    I graduated from Yale convinced that I would make it big time.  I had a famous father, had lots of money, had good grades,  Harvard had accepted me for a MBA paid for by my new employer JP Morgan, and I had connections through my father who was a family member of the Morgan family and I had a famous name, Sam Adams named after my great great grandfather.   I was mostly WASP although had some Jewish ancestry as well.  I had graduated a few years after President Bush so I did not have those connections but I knew a lot of people through my father and his connections.  And I had the right pedigree, and looked the part – upper class white bread man who looked like he could be a movie star, tall, handsome, physically fit, with intense blue eyes and dark hair.  I was good looking, funny, arrogant and ambitious, a great tennis and golf player played on both my prep school teams and at Yale as well, and a champion debater as well.    And I was a bonesman through and through.  And I had many rich lady friends as well who adored me and were always willing to help out when I called them. When the Masons came a knocking, I seized the opportunity and eagerly join them.

     

    My first night was a typical introduction.  My buddy, Paul Simon , who worked with me in Wall Street at JP Morgan had one night recruited me over drinks into joining the Masons.

    Paul was a tall athletic man from a proper family as well, but was a Harvard man. We had hit off when we met at the JP Morgan executive leadership program we attended before going to our respective MBA programs.  During our MBA programs we would all intern at Headquarters and then upon graduation become JP Morgan management trainees.

    One night while drinking and snorting coke in the back rooms of a private club (a Masonic recruitment center I later found out) he asked me,

    “Say Sam what do you know about the Masons?”

    “Not much.  Just a club for rich white guys who like to play ancient mystery stories and help each other out.”

    “Well it is much more than that but you can find out as I can sponsor you. If you want”

    “Sure why not”

    And that decision sealed my fate.

    At first I thought it would be a lark, and a way to meet a lot of influential people that could help me when I decided to get into the political game.  I met him in front of the Wall Street Masonic Lodge.  He would pledge me and I would meet the members.  If they voted me in, I would be given a rank of 1 and given reading material to study.  One year later I would be given the opportunity to advance if I passed the test.  There were 10 ranks, and only the 7th rank and above knew the real secrets.  Most members never rose above the first five ranks as being a Mason was not just fun and games.  There was a serious purpose – promoting the fraternity and the members within being perhaps the most important for most members.  Masons had a code of honor – they would not lie, cheat or tolerate those that did.  And they would honor other Masons and give their life on behalf of the orders of senior members.  Paul concluded his little speech on the steps of the lodge by saying,

    “Sam, you know, this is not just a game.  There is serious business happening in the Masonic world, and the Masonic world goes back to the time of the Bible.  You’ll soon learn the history, and if you get as far as the 8th degree you will learn the true history of the Masons and their role in guarding and guiding the world. You may be asked to play a big role in the future.  I hope you will be up for it.”

    I responded, “Of course, Paul.  I’ve done some reading on the Masons and am glad to be invited to join in.”

    I entered the room and met the Membership committee.  They were all titans of Wall Street and the government too.  All men in their late 50’s or 60’s and all at the peak of their professional game.

    The Initiation Pledge

    They introduced me , then I took pledge.

    “I, Sam Adams V111, descendant of President Sam Adams, do hereby swear that I will be a faithful member of the Masonic lodge, follow the instructions of my senior officials, never upon penalty of death reveal to a non-mason what transpired in the temple, never lie or tolerate lies among the Masonic faithful, and always recruit new members to the masonic brotherhood. I swear this on the bible and before God and the masonic brotherhood assembled. “

    I have just signed my own death warrant with what I am about to reveal as I am going to reveal the secret history of the world that the Masons so jealousy guard. If you are reading this after my body is found, be forewarned I told you it was coming.  I learned latter that the Masons did take this pledge deadly seriously.

    I also agreed to never lie, or cheat another Mason, although I would be free to lie to or a cheat a non-Mason if ordered to do so in furtherance of Masonic goals.  Leader Smith, a  tall strange looking elderly white man who did not blink,  congratulated me.

    “Sam Adams V111, welcome to the brotherhood.  I pledge to you that we will promote your carrer, help you in everything you do provided you attended Masonic Temple meetings at least once a month and study and promote your self up the Masonic ranks.  You are member Sam 9975 and will be referred to that name only as we don’t use our real names for operational security reasons.  Your home lodge will always be Wall Street Lodge number 1 the oldest Masonic lodge in North America. You may attend any masonic lodge anywhere in the world when you travel and you can stay for free at Masonic funded secret hotels worldwide – one of the perks of membership.  I have an eye on you and you will do just fine as long as you follow the rules and remain faithful to the masonic brotherhood.”

    Later I asked Paul 7959 what the number meant and was told that it had some numerological component to it and the senior astrologist came up with.  I was surprised,

    ” Senior Astrologist?”

    Paul 7959 responded, “Sam 9975, there are many things in the world you don’t know, the astrologists are the ones who study the ancient mysteries and histories and try to extract some guidance for us.  It would be best if you did not reveal your ignorance anymore.”  I was a bit peeved but kept my mouth shut.

    And yes,  Paul 7959  taught me the secret handshake that would whether someone was a Mason and what degree he was.  The Masons were very rigid in their hierarchy.   After the initial meeting, I was taken to the dining room for the lower ranks.   I met about 25 men there that night.  Everything were like me, fresh from college or graduate school and new to their careers in Wall Street or the Government.

    All eager to get ahead and full of good cheer and delighted to be there.  We ate prime rib, drank some fine 30 year old scotch, smoked some fine cigars, and played poker until 12 midnight.  At midnight, the more senior leaders came in and led us in chanting some of the ancient writings of the Masons which made no sense – they were in Latin, Hebrew, Greek and some totally obscure ancient language.  I went home, happy that I had been accepted and determined to rise through the ranks.

    Over the next decade I attended the monthly meetings, got to know the members well, became good friends with many of them, and received invaluable career advice.  I was constantly reminded of one of the Simpsons parodies of the Masons, “the Stone Cutters. That episode incidentally was much beloved by the Masonic fraternity and Home Simpson and crew were granted honorable membership by the Hollywood Masons, much to the amusement of the Wall Street Masons, who were a more serious crew.

    In any event, the song from that episode had quickly become an unofficial Masonic drinking song and we sang it at every meeting while drinking our fine wine and whisky.  I still get Goosebumps when I sing the song, and realize the secret meaning behind this very subversive song, which of course was written by a Mason and inserted into the Simpsons episode as part of the Masonic conspiracy to lay the ground for the total enslavement of mankind, but I get ahead of my story.

    Homer Simpson Stone Cutter Song

    homer simpson stone cutter song

    “Who controls the British crown?

    Who keeps the metric system down?

    We do!  We do!

    Karl: Who leaves Atlantis off the maps?

    Lenny: Who keeps the Martians under wraps?

    Alien: We do!  We do!

     

    All: Who holds back the electric car?

    Who makes Steve Gutenberg a star?

    We do!  We do!

    Skinner: Who robs cavefish of their sight?

    Homer: Who rigs every Oscar night?

    All: We do!  We do!”

    And each Masonic lodge added their own verses to this song which had become our unofficial motto.

    After many years participating in the Masons on my 20th anniversary or in Masonic speak my 20th Masonic birthday,  they held a secret ceremony where they promoted me to the 7th rank and I became aware of  some of the inner secrets, but as a 7th rank, I only knew the very outer story, much of which is well known, although distorted.

    To know and understand the horrid events that are about to unfold you must know the real history, which only 9th rank holders know and understand.  I finally realized this a year ago when the Masonic Order welcomed me to the 9th level and revealed most of the rest of the secret history and that led to the dilemma that has haunted me to this day.  Do I remain loyal to the alien Masons, who have been my friends, and have helped in so many ways over the years or do I remain loyal to humans and betray their monstrous conspiracy?

     

    I am writing this because when I joined the 9th rank, Leader Wilson who had not aged a bit since I knew him 20 years ago told me,

    “Sam 9975 you are here because big events are in the works and you will play a crucial role in carrying out our final stages of the masonic world wide revolution. But you will have to pledge loyalty to the Master Plan which we will explain to you later tonight. Do you swear undying loyalty to the Masonic brotherhood? Upon pain of instant death?     ”

    “Of course”

    The Secret History of the World

    Let me backtrack and tell you the true history, and then you’ll see my horrid dilemma.  I wonder what you would do in my shoes, dear reader?

    For millions of years an epic battle raged across the galaxy between the followers of Cthulhu and the followers of Ashura Mazda.  Both would best be described as god like creatures.  The whole universe is in effect a cosmic battle between the forces of good, the light side of the force and the forces of evil, or darkness, the dark side of the force, the two sides of the force existed in an constant state of flux, the Taoists  knew this as the battle between Yin and Yang.   Cthulhu was simply a manifestation of the evil forces of the universe and was worshiped as the Dark Lord.  He was a hideous monster about 10 feet tall, looks like a giant octopus with eight legs, and intense red eyes.  He is an ancient God, one of the founders of the universe.  His supporters were found across the universe.  Those who followed him gained tremendous power as they were vicious, corrupt, and evil and knew how to harness the dark forces of the universe – many of them became immortal as they would eat the bodies of their defeated enemies gaining their life force or soul and extending their life.

     

    Ashura Mazda was the god of light and wisdom.  He had no corporeal form but manifested himself as a beam of light and filled his followers with love and happiness.  He and his followers were always at a disadvantage because well frankly most sentient creatures, like most human beings, are neither good nor bad, and are easily swayed by greed and fear, the dark side of the force.  Cthulhu and his followers have an easier time of it than Ashura and his followers as the darkness corrupts and once corrupted one is lost to the light forever.  There is no turning back from the dark side.

    This battle went on for countless centuries.  Most people were unaware of it as few people could understand or perceive the world as it really is.  Only a select few were chosen as their followers and champions.  Worlds chose sides and the battle was on.    Cthulhu and his followers were defeated.  Cthulhu and his top aides were banished to a world at the end of the Galaxy that was lost and unknown as it had not yet developed civilization.   Cthulhu and his top followers who were all of the same evil race of giant octopus like creatures were buried deep in an fortress deep under ground lost in an inter-dimensional zone. Escape was thought impossible.

    Cthulhu’s followers were scattered far and wide and all knowledge of Cthulhu was banned.  The galaxy went on its way, with several galactic empires rising and falling.  Earth was still undiscovered.

    Ten thousand years ago followers of Cthulhu, mostly from the planet Sirius, came to earth convinced that Cthulhu was buried in a prison deep under the earth.  However, their ships failed to work and they were unable to contact their headquarters and realized they were stranded on Earth in a back water of the Galaxy.   They decided they had no choice but to found a civilization on earth and bid their time until they could contact their home world.  The civilization they founded was called Atlantis.

     

    For four thousand years they lived on Atlantis, forming a powerful kingdom.  They had enslaved the local population they found in Europe and found that the Sirian race and humans, both being humanoid, could intermarry.    Over time, few true blood Sirians remained.  The Sirian leadership realized that they were in danger of dying out as a race, unless they formed a secret society to keep their mission and history alive.  Thus, the Masons were formed.  Their goal was to build themselves up, take over the world, enslave mankind, then free Cthulhu and establish his headquarters openly on the Planet Earth, which will be also the center of galactic terrorism, with the long-range goal of finally banishing Ashura once and for ever and establishing the reign of Cthulhu forever.

    The followers of Ashura tracked the Sirians down and attacked Atlantis in a surprise nuclear attack and sank Atlantis.  Few survived the resulting flood caused by a sudden melting of the arctic ice and a short lived global warming and fire.    The followers of Ashura ended up in ancient Persia and Greece where they were gods.  They did they best to impart knowledge but the locals were unable to truly comprehend them.  Thus, the ancient religion of Zoroastrianism was founded.

    The Sirians infiltrated the ancient Roman republic and began to edge the Romans on, encouraging them in their imperial ambitions seeing the rise of the Roman Empire as their best bet to reestablish themselves.   The Masonic Lodges remained their secret service and secret lodges.  Throughout the ancient world, the Sirians based in Rome did battle with the Persians and the followers of Ashura.

    This battle was never won by either side.  And few humans ever knew the real history behind this ancient battle.  Few knew that buried deep under the North American continent the evil dark lord slumbered in his cosmic prison.

    The followers of Ashura were also losing their culture and history and few of the ancient ones were alive, and most had intermarried.  They were also a humanoid race from a star system in the center of the galaxy.  Only a few true-blue bloods remained.  Jesus, was the son of one of the last surviving lines.  Jesus knew the truth and tried to tell the world but to no avail.   Buddha also was a descendent of the Ashura followers, and knew the truth and he too failed to communicate the truth to the world.

    To bring the story up to the present day, the Masons were behind many of the events of the past thousand years including the founding of America, the development of the British and Spanish Empires, WW1 and WW11 (Hitler they hoped would bring about the world government that they so needed so they could then take over once Cthulhu was released.). the rise of the Communist Soviet Union, 9-11, Islamic terrorism, various pandemics including the Spanish Flue. SAARS, MERS and Corona pandemic.

    The Ashura followers, never organized quite as well, managed to block and defeat many of the Masonic plots over the years.

    This is what I learned when I became a 7th rank Mason.  I was appalled and disgusted by it, and did not believe it at all.  Paul, and other 7th and 8th ranked Masons told me it was true and soon I will meet with the Sirian overlords.

    One day I get an urgent message to be at the lodge at 8 pm that night for a secret meeting.  I arrive and am ushered into the inner sanctum, which I had never been invited to before.  I was told I was being inducted that night into 9th rank as events were spinning out of control and I was needed to join the war council.

    The Vice President entered the room.   The Vice President was a tall elderly white man who had intense blue eyes that never blinked.  There were rumors that he and the President were mobbed up and had a violent shady past.

    Fellow masons.  Most of you know me but for those newly promoted to the 9th rank, I am Smith0595.  “Plan Armageddon”is a go. As some of you know, we are going to launch a nuclear attack on Iran and Syria led by the U.S. and Israel.  The pretext is that the Iranians are about to develop nuclear weapons and President Wilson – Wilson6595 has authorized the secret attack.  We have been planning it for weeks but have been able to manipulate the media to prevent any leaks through our superior mental powers. The markets and world economy will take a hit but once order is restored the markets will bounce back.  But if you know in advance, one could make a killing shorting certain stock and buying other stocks. Sam9975 would oversee the secret financial manipulation.  The money raised would be enormous and would be sent to a secret bank account, where the money would be used for off the record purchases of military equipment and to raise an unofficial secret army that would occupy Iran and Syria.

    A day before D day you and your family members will be moved into a secret location a few days before the start of the war where we would wait out the end of the war.  It was feared the world may erupt into nuclear war and that millions if not billions would die.  The Masons and their allies would be safe in our underground bunkers that would be set up all over the world.  10 million people were going to be saved, in all.  After the dust settled, we would impose worldwide martial law and establish the US as the sole governing body.  At that point, Cthulhu would be released from his prison and would rule the Earth under his own name.

    Smith 0595 turned to me and asked me point bank would I join them in their victory?

    Of course, I could not say no.

    Good here is the list of stocks you are authorized to buy and sell.  You have no credit limit and JP Morgan senior staff are aware of and approve all transactions will be done secretly along with some of your fellow masons.  You will meet tonight to discuss which stocks will be sold or bought by who and when and start execution tomorrow.  The military attack will be a carefully guarded secret.  All trades must be executed within  week.  D day commences once the final trade is completed and you are all in our secret headquarters.  Each of you have your mission. Cthulu will be pleased and reward each of with the gift of immortality.”

    That night I went home and recounted the story and realized the Vice President and most of the senior leadership of the US were both Masons and were also not humans.  The Vice President was one of the few pure blood Sirians left.  How could I tell he was not human?  His eyes. Humans blink, Sirians do not blink.  And Sirians saw the world differently than humans, they had infra-red capability and saw in the dark, and it was rumored that they had latent telepathic powers as well.  In any event they looked like humans except for the eyes not blinking and the strangeness in their eyes.

    Most of his henchmen were either part Sirians or were like me, humans that had been co-opted and seduced to serve their evil master plans.

    That is, it in a nutshell.  The war is about to be launched, and I am about to go underground to wait out the end of the world in our masonic secret lair underneath the Wall Street Lodge.  I am sending this out via the internet in the vain hope that someone somewhere can stop this madness from occurring.   As for me, if someone traces this back to me, I am a dead man.  I fear that I am already dead.  Good luck and Good night.”

     

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    The End

  • Walking Through the Fall of Korea

    Walking Through the Fall of Korea

    Walking Through the Fall of Korea

    I wrote this story to submit to the Seoul Fiction writer’s contest, “From Seoul to the World”. The action takes place 25 years in the future after a North Korean bioweapon is released after President Pence cancels Peace Talks with North Korea and pursues a military option. the weapon kills 99.9% of people. there are about 25,000 people living in South Korea, most under the control of the Military base at Camp Humphreys. Another visitor from the recent past, General Lee is organzing the wild men, cannibal gangs into a militia force so he can kill all the foreigners. I will update it with the audio clip later.



    North Korean Bioweapons Program

    Walking Through the Fall of Korea

    Sam Adams one morning woke up to find the power out in his house near the airport on Youngchong island in Korea where he resided with his Korean born wife, Maria Lee. Sam was a retired US Diplomat who had served 27 years in the Foreign Service with the State Department and his wife was a retired US Army major. They had decided to split their retirement between Korea and Southern Oregon. It was early spring time and they had just returned from a trip to Southeast Asia.

    They had spent the day glued to the TV Sam watching CNN and BBC, Maria watching Korean news and translating as needed as well as reading what kept popping up on their computers. The situation was grim. It was April 2020 and the democrats were leading the polls with a battle between Kamala Harris and Sherwood Brown shaping up, with Bloomberg, and Schultz mounting credible challenges to the two major parties. Pence was leading the Republican field but in a tight race with Marco Rubio and Ted Cruz. In a four way race, Pence came in fourth place, Schultz and Bloomberg tied for second place , the democrats were in third place but just barely.

    After President Trump was impeached, President Pence cancelled the North Korean peace talks after it became clear to all that the North Koreans had no intention of getting rid of their nukes, but were willing to freeze development and get rid of their missiles. They were also not willing to dismantle their bioweapons programs, but willing to discuss a freeze. The Russians and Chinese unilaterally suspended sanctions telling the U.S. to take the deal offered. Pence refused. He ordered family members and non-essential employees to leave. The North Koreans declared that the Korean war had resumed and they would launch hostile acts but would allow the U.S, to evacuate it citizens first and gave the U.S. two weeks to do so. The U.S. also cancelled the visa waiver program over night.

    And announced that if the North attacked the South, the U.S. would retaliate in kind, including using nukes if the North used nukes. And in any event, they would destroy the bioweapons programs which would launch the bioweapons against the North Korean people. The UN security council members voted 9 to 3 to condemn the U.S. reactions and voted 12 to 0 to condemn the North Korean actions. The U.S., U.K. blocked the measure. Israel was the only country that supported the U.S. measure. NATO voted that they would not honor an article Five request if the U.S. were to ask for one. They also voted that the U.S. should take the offer. South Korea also urged the U.S. to return to the peace talks table and take the offer. Pence refused to do so and said that the U.S. was ready for any and all contingencies, and demanded that North Korea immediately dismantle their nukes, bioweapons, chemical weapons and artillery batteries near the DMZ. In return, the U.S. would recognize the North and would formally end the Korean war. The North refused to do so, citing the still hostile U.S. government’s rhetoric and actions.

    They had managed to get a flight the next day at 3 pm and were planning on getting up about 6 am to pack up before leaving for the airport about 12 noon. The airlines advised early arrival as the airport was much more chaotic than normal as that morning was the 19th day. All flights would be suspended as of noon the following day as the Korean Military and U.S. Airforce would be taking over the Airport for use in possible military contingency operations. So they were fortunate to have gotten a flight at all, and had to pay three times the going rate, as only business class was left. They would be taking their niece with them as she had a U.S. passport. The rest of the relatives had visa appointments in two weeks but the rumor was that the U.S.G. was denying 95% of visa applicants.

    Sam was 63 years old, his wife was 60. They had no children. He was tall, had mostly dark hair, blue eyes, and was in pretty good shape. Maria was also in pretty good health. They had decided to retire a bit early so they could enjoy life. They had made some good investments, had rental income to supplement their pensions so they felt blessed.

    About 5:30 am there was a brilliant flash in the sky, and the building shook as if there was either artillery shells coming in or an earthquake. It woke Sam up. But his wife was such a deep sleeper that she did not notice a thing. He decided to let her sleep and he would check the news and then do his usual writing, as he wrote every morning, then wake up his wife and pack for the trip to the airport. Sam was spending his retirement as a writer and blogger.

    Sam noticed the power was out, which was unusual. Power was very reliable in Korea these days, he could not recall the power having gone out during the year and half he had been living in his fifth floor penthouse apartment in the airport new city, about a mile from the subway and walking distance to lots of restaurants and services. . Sam and Maria felt that it was quite pleasant to live in, there was the World Peace Forest Park which was a five minute walk away, and Bakrangsan .mountain which was a forested hill about 1 mile from the house. He occasionally saw deer in the park.

    With these thoughts in his mind, he turned on the computer, which booted up since the battery was still working. But the internet was down. He tried his phone, no service at all. Sam looked out the window and was astonished to find that all the buildings around him were falling in ruin, the cars were all destroyed, and there were no people to be seen, and the parking lot was filled with trees and bushes as the concrete had been taken over by a resurgent forest. Usually at 6 a.m. he would see neighbors getting ready to go to work either at the airport or to catch the train into Seoul or Incheon where most people worked.

    Sam woke up Maria.

    ’Wife, there is no power, the internet is down, and there is no phone service. And I think that the North Koreans launched an artillery attack at the airport about 5 am as I saw a flash of light and heard a lot of noise and the ground shook like an earthquake. But that is not the most unusual thing. Wake up you have to see this.”
    Maria got up reluctantly and walked out and Sam pointed out the deserted ruined landscape outside the house.

    “Baby, what the hell is going on?”

    “Wifee, I don’t know. We have to go outside to investigate.”

    They got dressed and ventured outside. They walked down since the power was out everywhere. Their building appeared to be the only building intact but they knew that the neighbors were not there. Just a feeling that they were the only people left alive on the island.

    Sam, being an avid reader and writer of SF speculated that “perhaps a bioweapon got loose in the North and spread across the border? Perhaps the U.S. accidentally released it or North Korean special forces released it. But why are we alive?”

    Maria, the practical one of their household, looked at him and nodded. Sam sometimes saw things that she never could as he was a genius. They walked about located their car. Their car was ruined, rusting away. The windows were broken. The wheels had no air and it was obviously not drivable. Sam pondered on what was going on.

    “Wifee, I think that somehow we have been propelled into the future. Whatever happened to kill everyone happened some time ago. Looking at these ruins it happened at least ten years ago if not 50 years ago. I wonder if we are last people left alive in Korea? And I sure as hell don’t know how we got here.”

    Sam and Maria decide to walk through the town to see what had changed and whether there were any survivors. Most of the buildings were falling apart. A few lay in ruins. The cars were all rusted away. They started walking down the park heading down the bike path towards the central business district. The path had completely reverted to forest. It was early spring just like it had been when they had gone to bed back whenever they had gone to bed.

    They came to the park near the library. And saw a gruesome sight. In the middle of the park there were six huge dogs mauling and eating a freshly killed deer. The dogs looked more like wolves than dogs.

    wild dogs
    wiild dogs

    One of the dogs looked up and noticed Sam and Maria. Sam told Maria,

    “Stand up tall, make a lot of noise and back away slowly. Don’t run.”

    Maria looked at Sam like he was an idiot but nodded her head.

    The dog looked at Sam, and growled. He got the attention of the pack and the dogs started walking towards Sam and Maria. Sam picked up some rocks and threw them at the dogs. The dogs stopped but Sam and Maria could not get passed them so they retreated. The dogs followed them back towards the house.

    On the way back to the house, Sam and Maria noticed other things. There were bones here and there of deer and other animals. The dogs were apparently quite active. They may be other dogs about. They saw a cat who stared at them but did not come after them, but ran away from them and the approaching dogs. The dogs stopped and ran into the bushes pursuing a deer that they had cornered and began mauling.

    Sam and Maria watched the dogs for a while then headed back to the house. Sam and Maria sat down in the living room and debated what to do. Sam said,

    “We can’t stay here long term. We have to find a farm house where we have water, and a place to make a fire, and some farming equipment etc. We will have to learn how to farm, and hunt. We also need to find other survivors, otherwise we may be the last humans left on earth. So, let’s pack up our camping gear, and basic supplies and head first to the airport to check it out. I suspect that what happened was the North Koreans jumped the gun and attacked this morning about 5:00 am as I heard a large boom and saw the sky lit up. But how we ended up in the future I have no idea. Perhaps the North Koreans were experimenting with a new weapon system, or the U.S.?

    You were still sleeping so I decided to listen to the news and then do my usual writing before waking you up. After we go to the airport, we will come back here spend the night then take off tomorrow for COSTCO to get more supplies then we can head down to Camp Humphreys. See if we can find any survivors and get weapons, more camping gear, and survival books from the library. But we can fire up the BB2 and at least heat up some soup and stuff for today, and tomorrow night. And head out the next morning.”

    They packed up a back pack, stuffed it filled with hiking and camping gear. Made lunch and dinner and plotted their route to the airport then Costco. The next morning, they woke up to the same nightmare. Nothing had changed.

    They ate breakfast, and walked out in the early morning calmness. Korea was at last truly the land of the morning calm as there was just silence. The lack of noise was jarring. They broke into one of the neighbor’s apartment looking for more survival gear. They found skeletons only and remains of ancient meals long rotted away. They added some gear to their back packs and loaded up and moved out by mid-day.
    They had knives, and some large sticks as weapons against dog attacks. They walked through the park and saw the dog pack but the dogs left them alone. One of the dogs began to follow them but the dog retreated when they threw rocks at them.

    They saw deer in the fields everywhere and they saw cows and wild horses wandering about, lots of wild cats, and birds but no sign of any human life.

    korean deer
    korean deer

    The stores were all filled with commercial stuff and they broke into a pharmacy and added some more survival gear to their back packs.

    They then noticed a lion watching them. Where the hell the lion had come from they had no idea. The lion appeared to decide to leave them alone, perhaps he had already eaten breakfast.

    lion
    lion

    They stopped at the Lotte Mart –The stench of long rotting away food was nauseating but they were able to add some more essential provisions to their back packs. They also commandeered two large shopping carts and got another couple of back packs and luggage for good measure, got a tent, sleeping bag, booze, spam, flash lights with lots of extra batteries, and a first aid kit.

    It took most of the day to reach the airport. As suspected the airport had been bombed back to the proverbial stone age. Nothing was left standing except for planes on the ground. Some had crashed landed, others were stranded on the ground. They went to the book store which somehow had survived the carnage and got newspapers, and some books, and more water and other supplies.

    bombed out airport
    bombed out airport

    They took the time to make a picnic lunch at the airport and while doing so read the Korean papers. They made a fire and cooked their first meal since the day before. Maria read the Chosun Ilbo, the conservative daily newspaper in Korea. The headline read;

    “last issue due to bioweapon attack. 생물 무기 공격으로 인한 마지막 문제
    saengmul mugi gong-gyeog-eulo inhan majimag munje “

    A bioweapon apparently had escaped from a secret lab in North Korea and had spread across North Korea and killed everyone in the North within days. Terrified North Koreans rushed across the border and infected border control military and residents who all promptly died. The contagion then spread across the border regions, and reached Seoul within a few days.

    The city government ordered a 100 percent curfew but that did not stop the contagion from spreading rapidly. All it took was one person to cough to contaminate a ten foot radius. The bioweapon caused a severe influenza attack, followed by an Ebola like reaction. It was 99.5 percent fatal and death occurred within days. The newspaper staff has been affected and there are only a few people left so this is probably our last edition. There is news that the contagion has spread to Asian cities and the US. Apparently some people get the disease but don’t show symptoms for several weeks, therefore people were able to travel spreading the disease wide and far and there are reports of contagions breaking out all over the world. All air travel, train travel, subway travel has been suspended but there are few travelers as close to 80% of Koreans may have perished. There are rumors that some people might be immune.

    The US military has announced that they will operate an emergency shelter at Camp Humphreys, and medical testing is being conducted to find a cure or vaccine. Anyone who is still alive and not showing symptoms may be immune and should go to Camp Humphry for a medical evaluation. Anyone showing symptoms should stay at home as there is nothing that can be done for them.”

    Sam scanned the U.S. papers and the English language media. Apparently what had happened was that the North had attacked on the 19th day five days ahead of their announced start of hostilities. They had bombed the airport and power plants knocking out the power. The U.S. launched an attack against their missiles and their bioweapons programs which released a bioweapon that killed most people in the North within days and most people in the South as well. North Korean agents had smuggled it into the U.S. and released in over 25 American and Canadian cities. Islamic terror groups had released it in European cities, in Latin America and in Africa. Pakistan and India had exchanged nukes as had Israel and Iran. And Islamic terrorists had launched nukes in NYC, LA and Washington DC and launched attacks including nukes across Europe and Russia. And the North had nuked the South and the U.S. had nuked the North before the virus made all military actions futile. The war had ended within five days as most people were dead from the virus, or the nuke attacks or the artillery attacks.

    bio-weapon

    Sam asked Maria,

    “When was this dated?”

    “May 15th, my 60th birthday in our timeline.”

    “Mm well it seems like it is April 1, a few weeks before that date, and the 19th day of the North Korean self-declared two-week deadline. They must have jumped the gun, and the U.S. must have accidentally released the bioweapon. And North Koreans must have given the bioweapons to ISIS and Al Qaeda to release it in the U.S. and Europe. Perhaps they had an antidote as well to distribute. Wifee, we need to go to COSTCO tomorrow then on to Camp Humphreys a few days latter to look for survivors, get some guns and then find a farm house we can settle down in, if we don’t find survivors.”

    They stopped by the Casino, and raided the bank stocking up on gold coins and bars, heavy to carry but could be very useful. They made plans to go to COSTCO the next day.

    The bridge to Incheon was falling down. They walked across the bridge and looked down at the Incheon harbor. There were boats here and there in the water. Old abandoned cars and trucks everywhere. And abandoned burnt out building everywhere. The apartment towers and office towers were silent as death. No one had survived the apocalypse.

    They got to COSTCO mid-day. Along the way they discovered that if they stuck to the freeway they would avoid lions, tigers, wolves and wild dogs as the animals for some reason did not want to go on the freeways. The road ways below the freeways were overgrown with brush anyway. The freeways were relatively clear except for the downed vehicles everywhere. Costco lay wide open. Sam said,

    “Canned goods like Spam can last 50 years or more. So, we need to load up on more Spam, and other canned items, instant coffee, instant tea, charcoal for our stove, wine and lots of booze – we can use booze and Spam as currency save our gold. “

    They entered COSTCO. There were skeletons everywhere mocking them and Sam felt that the ghosts of the dead were everywhere accusing Sam and Maria of being in league with the devil that had descended upon the land killing everyone overnight.

    Sam speculated that whatever had killed off humanity had acted really swift. He said,
    “Probably a North Korean bioweapon escaped from a lab up north and spread down south, perhaps the U.S. military strike released it. It must have been close to 100 percent effective and must have killed most people within hours if not days. Look at all these people. And notice that the store had not been looted? People must have gotten sick and died almost instantly. “

    They loaded up their supplies and decided to camp out in the parking lot out front. As they ate their dinner they feasted on spam, powdered eggs, water, and booze liberated from the COSTCO stores. Sam joked,

    “Well, I suppose it is fitting we are here at COSTCO finally getting out money’s worth.”

    They camped outside and drank a lot of Costco Wine and ate canned spam and canned vegetables. They had stocked up on goods from Costco and their back packs and shopping carts were getting pretty heavy.

    Six friendly dogs soon appeared and Sam threw them some food and the dogs ate the food and then settled down near by watching them. They took turns staying up, watching the dogs to make sure that they did not form a pack and attack them. By the morning the dogs had become very friendly and followed them as they left for their epic road trip.

    Sam and Maria got up slowly and ate breakfast, and fed the dogs that had had adopted them. They were glad that they had dogs for companions. Sam was a cat person, Maria was a dog person. They talked about the dogs they had before and smiled and played with the dogs a bit. And gave each of the dogs a name and thought them simple commands. They called them Sam, Tom, Roger, Matt, Maria and Inga. The dogs liked the names, and were quick learners and appeared to be used to humans which gave them hope that there were survivors nearby and perhaps the dogs might take them there.

    Then they contemplated the route to Camp Humphreys pouring over a map they had gotten at the airport. Neither one of them really knew how to walk there, but they knew the general direction was south. The freeways and highways were littered with abandoned rusting cars but for the most part were in fairly good shape. They hiked on the freeway as the roads down below were so overgrown that it was difficult to go forward and they were worried about wild animal attacks, although their dog patrol as they had started calling the six dogs in the pack seemed to act as a deterrent against attack.

    Maria and Sam speculated whether there were any one left alive. Sam thought that the odds were pretty good that someone had survived at Camp Humphreys and that the survivors if any would welcome them and they could join them.

    Camp Humphreys was the largest military base overseas with 35,000 people there, mostly American but a lot of Koreans and third country nationals as well. It was located about 90 minutes south from Seoul depending on how you got there. In any event 45 miles away, or two to three days walking distance. They had gone down there to shop at the world’s largest commissary but found the base to be a bit overwhelming, just too big and sprawling everywhere, and they went there on a regular basis to the hospital but they preferred the nearby Osan airbase – nicer commissary, PX and hospital. Sam joked that the “Airforce weanies always got the best stuff.” . Maria laughed and said, “You got that right.”

    Along they would come upon skeletons by the side of the road, but no other evidence that anyone was alive and there did not appear to be any survivors. Maria who was very sensitive to ghosts and spiritual phenomenon, felt that there were ghosts all around them watching them. Sam made fun of her for believing in ghosts but as they walked in the silence Sam began to sense the presence of unseen spirits so perhaps he was sensing the ghosts as well.

    Perhaps there were just sensing death all around them. The dogs too acted up, barking at unseen creatures and growling – Maria told Sam that dogs were sensitive to these sorts of things.
    Sam wondered out loud whether they really were alive, perhaps they were in some personal hellscape? They stopped for the night at a highway rest area, and found to their pleasant surprise that the showers and toilets still worked after decades of non-use. Still no power anywhere. After taking a much needed and appreciated shower and using the western toilets, they decided to camp out and found an empty hotel room and brought the dogs inside as well as they did not want to leave them outside.

    The next morning, they feasted on left over spam, freeze dried eggs, and canned chicken meat washed down with COSTCO instant coffee, and whiskey shots. They shared their food with their dog pack.

    Along the way they has seen a few more lions, and a tiger, but the presence of the dogs seemed to deter them from attacking them and the tigers and lions did not want to venture up onto the freeway. They also saw lots of deer, some wild cattle, wild horses, wild pigs, and in the distance saw some bears, and some wolves, on the roads below them, and wild chickens everywhere even on the freeway. Sam and Maria stopped for lunch and the dogs caught them some chickens which they roasted on the fire and shared with the dogs. The dogs had clearly adopted them as their pack leaders.

    Sam told Maria that the lions and tigers had probably escaped in the chaos of the fall and had managed to link up with other lions and tigers. And perhaps the tiger population in Siberia and North Korea had spread into the south. Probably there were real wolf packs as well as bears running around. Just before the fall Sam had been reading about the proliferation of wild life in the country side, particularly wild deer and wild boars. The countryside was being rapidly depopulated and becoming wilderness areas. The Korean government was buying up farm lands and adding them to the existing state forest reserves and national parks which they had expanded by 25 percent over the last five years taking advantage of the growing wilderness areas in the countryside. And they had just launched an effort to restore tigers, bears and wolves to the mountain regions. Apparently it had succeeded after the fall of humanity.

    The next day they came upon a gruesome sight. They saw below them on the road a tiger devouring a dead Korean man, who appears to have been middle age. So that was proof that there were some survivors and that Tigers were human eaters. The tiger looked at them but decided to not give chase. Probably filled from his meal or the dogs were still acting as a deterrent or the tiger were afraid of the ghosts on the highway.

    tiger
    tiger

    Later in the day they saw what appeared to have been an intact village. They got off the freeway and walked down the street. It had the appearance of a real ancient village, complete with thatched roofs but there were a few modern buildings here and there and something that looked like an old fashioned inn and restaurant.

    korea old house
    korea old house

    They walked in and found an old man near death lying on the floor.

    “Grandfather, what happened here? Where are all the people?”

    “General Lee’s wild men took them. “

    “Who are the wild men?”

    The grandfather looked at them, and said,

    “It appears that there may be others like you coming. We all thought that General Lee was the only one. He appeared five years ago just like you from nowhere. He was dressed in old style clothes and spoke the old language. People nowadays don’t speak proper Korean. They speak a mixture of English and Korean with a very simplified grammar, and no one uses honorifics any more, everyone speaks in pan mal. . Everyone can still read both Korean and English though. No one knows Chinese characters any more. Part of what happened after the fall.”
    “Grandfather, tell us who are the wild men. We are indeed from the past just got here yesterday. We don’t know what has been happening since the fall. Please tell us.”

    “You had better get going. The next village over is safe for now. It is within the Camp Humphreys administrative zone. Now that there are only 25,000 people left, most of the farmers have moved into the zone which is patrolled by the military and under military rule. This village is just outside the zone. General Lee has been attacking isolated villages, forcing the survivors to flee into the zone. You must tell the military commander something. Part of the deal we had was to provide intel in exchange for their protection. I am the last survivor of our village. We had about 100 people in the village. General Lee surrounded the village and killed the old people. He took the young woman to be sex slaves, and the men to be slaves. The old people they were going to BBQ. They also took the children as there are so few children left alive, even the cannibals are nice to children. The wild men are cannibals. But they only eat other people, or their own if they die in combat. We were defenseless but we put up a good fight. I ended up passed out and they thought I was dead.

    I overheard that General Lee had heard that there were others like him walking towards Camp Humphreys. They are going to be looking for you. They also said that they were going to attack Camp Humphreys and enslave them all then unite all of Korea under General Lee’s command and kill all the foreigners and eat them, but keep the woman as sex slaves and raise any children as they own. Tell them that. Promise me that.”

    “We will. Can you walk?”

    “Thanks, but I am an old man and will be meeting God soon. Don’t waste any more time here. Stay on the freeway, no one goes there too many ghosts. Get off at the next exit and you will find the only inn in town. You will have to pay using gold or canned goods. Over there you will some hidden gold and a couple of guns with ammo. And whatever canned goods you see. Take it all. And get out of here before the wild men come back.”
    They took the gold and some more canned goods although that made their packs and shopping carts very heavy.

    They entered the village about noon. It was a small community of perhaps 1,000 people. In the middle of the village stood an old fashioned Korean “yogwan” a Korean country inn.

    yogwan
    yogwan

    They ordered rice wine and wild boar meat accompanied by fresh mountain vegetables. They were hungry having eaten nothing but canned goods for two days running.

    korean dinner
    korean dinner

    They fed their dogs spam and the dogs were happy to have gotten a new treat. They had to leave the dogs outside.

    Everyone was eager to meet the strangers. They told everyone the truth. Everyone said that they believed them as everyone knew that General Lee claimed he came from the past, just before the fall. General Lee had appeared five years before and turned the wild men from being cannibal gangs into a real fighting force.

    They chat with the villagers and the villagers told them that they were very lucky to have avoided being captured by the wild men, the savages, 식인종 (sikinjong) cannibals as they called them. The wild men they described as being less than human beings, cannibalistic demons from hell “지옥의 식인종 마귀들. jiog-ui sig-injong magwideul.”

    Pastor Pak spoke up,

    “ God had condemned the Korean people to this hell scape because they had turned away from God. “하나님께서는 한국 사람들이 하나님에게서 멀어 졌기 때문에이 지옥의 풍경에 한국인들을 비난했다. “지옥에서 온 식인종의 악마들. hananimkkeseoneun hangug salamdeul-i hananim-egeseo meol-eo jyeossgi ttaemun-ei jiog-ui pung-gyeong-e hangug-indeul-eul binanhaessda. “jiog-eseo on sig-injong-ui agmadeul.”

    The villagers filled them in told them that there were about 1,000 people left in the village. They offered to escort Sam and Maria to the base as the roads were not safe. Wild tigers, lions, bears, wild boars, wild dogs and wolves were running about as were the wild men. Sam and Maria told them that they appreciated the offer but they would be okay to travel by themselves as Grandfather Lee had given them several guns and sufficient ammo.

    They left the next morning after breakfast of spam omelets. They left the spam behind as it seemed to be greatly appreciated just like in the old days. They got typical “precise” Korean directions as “precise” as most Korean directions were!

    After coffee, they left for the final trek to the base. They did not encounter anyone else but felt that unseen people were watching them. Maria was having a hard time on the freeway, kept seeing or hearing ghosts. Sam told her that if they were walking down below they might encounter wild men or wild animals. Neither of which seemed to like being on the old freeways.

    Around noon the encountered a wolf. They shot at him and he ran off.

    wolves
    wolves

    The dogs were upset. They obviously knew what a wolf was and that a wolf and a dog were related species but the dogs remained loyal to their pack leader, Sam.

    Around lunch time they found the base. It was locked up but they were able to climb over a fence and they walked over to the library. Sam told her that they needed to find some books on survival. He had room for ten books. He also wanted a book of poetry to read and perhaps one or two SF thrillers to read, including post end of the world novels, especially “the Ending of the Light.” which was appropriate reading material, Sam thought. He ended up with ten books and his backpack and shopping carts were definitely too heavy, filled with ten books, gold, guns, ammo, food, booze, cooking equipment, a tent, sleeping bags, spare clothes and a camp fire stove. He hoped that they would meet people soon so he could set it down for good.

    They stayed at the library until it was sunset and they camped outside. The dogs were still with them – they had accepted Sam as the alpha male of the pack. The dogs had chased down a deer and they brought the deer to Sam. Sam made a fire and cooked up the deer following instructions in one of his survival bibles. He gave the grateful dogs plenty of table scraps.

    In the morning, Sam said that he wanted to find the base community and settle down among the soldiers. Maria concurred with the general plan and felt that they would meet some survivors that morning. She also felt somebody was watching them. When they left the base, after breakfast, Maria told Sam,

    “We are being followed.”

    Sam looked around and then noticed six men dressed in old tattered Korean army uniforms armed with bows and arrows lurking in the shadows behind a building. They looked like wild men, with a savage look about them, filled with violence, hunger and lust.

    cannibals
    cannibals

    Sam did not want to die for their dinner and have his wife who was still good looking becoming a sex slave. Sam was pulling out his gun, when there was a whistle and gun shots as the US Army band emerged from the other shadows and gestured to Sam and Maria to join them. A short fire fight ensured. The wild men retreated into the shadows. Sgt Jones yells out in English and Korean,

    “You may retrieve your dead.” 당신은 죽은 사람을 되 찾을 수 있습니다.
    dangsin-eun jug-eun salam-eul doe chaj-eul su issseubnida.”

    And they walked out and picked up their dead companions and disappeared into the
    shadows.

    “Well, welcome. You were fortunate that we were on routine patrol. They won’t bother us any more. They were probably more interested in your dogs than you. The wild men do like their dog meat. You and your dogs are safe with us. It is unusual that they came into town, perhaps they were following you. We had heard rumors that there were two people from the old world walking towards Camp Humphreys. We saw you camped out by the library last night but did not want to bother you until the morning. We’ll take you back to the base where you can meet Commander Baker. You are not the only survivors, there are a few thousand people scattered about here and there. You are fortunate to have survived because some of the other survivors as you know are the so called wild men, basically cannibal gangs. But we have not seen any new survivors since the event.”

    Sam told them their strange tale. As far as they were concerned, they woke up 25 years in the future. They had no idea how that happened or even what really had happened 25 years ago.

    Sgt Jones said,

    “That story is so strange it might even be true. What happened was kind of what the newspaper had said. There was a bioweapon that escaped from a lab in North Korea, and killed almost everyone in North Korea within days. Some of the survivors managed to get across the DMZ and infected the soldiers. And the contagion spread. Within weeks almost everyone was dead. The base gathered together the survivors and over time others joined us. We are the largest community, about 300 people half American half Korean. There are some smaller Korean towns here and there with 100 to 200 people here and there. Down in Daegu there was at one time a community of 1,000 survivors. But something happened to them five years ago and we have not heard a word from them. Same thing in Busan. And the rumors about General Lee being from your time makes sense. He appeared out of nowhere about five years ago and settled down among the wild men, turning them into militias and driving most of the remaining villagers into the CHMZ.

    “CHMZ?”

    “Oh, Camp Humphreys Military Zone, the closest thing to a government in Korea these days. In any event, we are thinking of taking some people down to “CWMZ, Camp Walker Military Zone” in Daeju, and “ NBBMZ, Naval Base Busan Military Zone” in Busan to see what’s up. We have not heard from either in five years. Perhaps you might want to join our expedition?”

    “Sure, but we want to get settled a bit first.”

    “Sure thing. In any event, you were really fortunate to have avoided running into General Lee’s wild men. He is a pretty mean mother f….. The Commander will want to debrief you in detail.”

    They entered the base, which was located on the edge of the compound and consisted of housing units and a mini-commissary, and a bowling alley. They had even rigged up some solar and wind power so they had electricity and running water. Everyone had their own house but meals were served communally so to conserve power.

    Sam noticed that there were few children. Sgt Jones said,

    “The deal is that the plague is still out there. Most children die right away. A few survive. It seems that we are all immune and that we can pass that immunity onto some of our children but we have a 50 percent infant mortality rate anyway. We ran out of modern medicine decades ago. It has been 25 years after all.”

    They entered the community center next door to the mini-commissary and bowling alley. Colonel Baker was an elderly black man in his late 60’s. He had the aura of being the man in charge. A good man who had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

    The Colonel invited them to tell their tale of woe. They recounted everything that they had experienced since they woke up five days before in the future. The Colonel let them speak until they were finished. He asked a few questions, and was particularly intrigued by what the old man had told them and what the villagers had said as well.

    “Well, your ordeal is over for now. You are welcome to stay. Welcome to the community. You can stay as long as you follow the rules. The rules are simple. Everyone had a job assigned to them based on their past life and experience and the needs of the community. Sam could be the base librarian. They had been meaning to move the library over to the community but just had not gotten around to it. Was that sufficient for him?”

    Sam agreed to take over the library and help in relocating it to the community, and then to keep track of the library’s holding. Maria volunteered to help out in the community kitchen as she was a good cook and liked cooking.

    Col. Baker told them the history of the community and their dealings with the wild men who roamed the hills hunting down animals and the occasional unlucky human they ran into. They had a deal with the wild men. If they ever encountered survivors they would turn them over to them. In return the wild men left them alone.

    Sam started objecting, but the Colonel stopped him.

    “Don’t worry. I have no intention of honoring that agreement. You can stay with us. But first we are going to take a trip down to CWMZ and NBMZ to see what happened to the community there five years ago. There are rumors that General Lee was either a defector or a North Korean general who had access to the bioweapons program and brought the bio-weapons with him. He may have tweaked it so that the virus can be tailored to only attack for example black people or white people. And he may have the antidote for his people. In any event we suspect that he killed everyone in the CWMZ and the NBBMZ as well. And we are next on his list. We also suspect that he wants to capture you alive so he can debrief you as to what you know. He may have been sent forward prior to the Fall so may not be aware of what you know. And he wants to know if you can travel back and forth in time. I want to know that too.”

    “Well, Col. Here’s the deal. We have no idea how we got here. All I know is that there was a blinding flash of light about 5 in the morning and then we found ourselves in this time line.”

    ‘Fair Enough. Well, are you in for our adventure down South? Are you in?”

    “Yeah, we’re in.”

    “Good. We will move out in five days. Welcome to our corner of Hell.”

    The End