Wayne's Space (Protected by Creative Commons)

Buzz eventually exhausted his audience and settled for spending some quality time with Natalie, she was keen to discuss their shared experience of visiting the old Sumerian civilization in their combined meditation. They managed to find a cozy corner of an otherwise busied ship, focused on the topic at hand and quickly immersed themselves in a conversation of mutual interest. When they had last spoke of the events surrounding the evacuation of a pre-flood Babylon, the inhabitants had split into two groups.

Nat wanted to quiz Buzz about the ones he had followed and opened with, ‘Did those people who escaped to the mountains of North-eastern Iran eventually settle down?’

‘Good question,’ commented Buzz, before he answered in his usual style ‘In-between Pirate dreams, I looked up the descendants of Noah and the record is quite comprehensive in documenting the spread on nations after the flood. While the sons of Shem, Ham and Japheth were busy rebuilding Babylon, Nineveh and Egypt, the peoples associated with Elam and Aram were establishing themselves in the higher realms of the Himalayas. Now while I can’t be absolutely sure where it was, the final resting place of the Great Golden Eagle and the one’s who transported it, could only describe as the mystical kingdom of Shambhala.’

Natalie recoiled in her seat and looked at Gabriel with a smirk that indicated she was not totally on his wave link. He immediately realized she needed more information and quickly resumed his dialogue before she could even ask a question.

‘Shambhala has been very real to Buddhists and spiritual seekers for a very long time, albeit not a place you would find on any map today. Never the less I’m asking you to open your mind to the concept that it might have been a real place at sometime in the past.’

“O.K,’ she said, relaxing her poise ‘lay it on me.’

‘The Medes were the ones who occupied that area during the time we have been speaking about and although they didn’t emerge as a force in the region until the defeat of the Assyrians, their power base was out of the slopes of the North-eastern Iran from before recorded history. If any peoples were associated with the Aryans of Zoroastrian mythology it was them and this was where the stories of Shambhala came from. Ahura –Mazda was the wise lord God of the original inhabitants of ancient Iran and was depicted as a bearded man with the wings of an eagle.’

‘So you think he could have been the leader of the ones who carted the Golden Eagle out of pre-flood Babylon?’

‘Yes,’ answered Buzz ‘the center of an Enid that has dominated eastern mysticism till this day, the head Aryan, a Brahmin kite of mythical proportions and the one who existed before the creation of the world as we know it; a pre-flood deity.’

‘How does this relate to our understanding of the situation and why does knowing about the leader of a mythical kingdom, that people have sought for centuries, help our cause?’ Asked Nat

‘I think it helps to know the origins and legends of a culture that eventually had a great effect in our historical records as the ones who put an end to the Assyrian Empire and established their importance as an empire in their own right; at a time when the Old Testament, as we know it today, was first being penned by the exiled Hebrews.

In 539 B.C.E, to the cheers of the enslaved Jews, (Shah) Cyrus the Great King of the Medes gathered the mountain tribes from the slopes of the Himalayas and over ran the city of Babylon to begin an era of Human rights, multiculturalism and a freeing of slaves. He created the biggest, fairest and most open empire the world had ever known, all under the protecting wings of Ahura-Mazda

So, if there was a time when the Great Golden Eagle was to leave its secret nest, high in the Himalayas and return to a position symbolizing the all encompassing rule of God on Earth, then this was it. Cyrus was the rightful and worthy heir who allowed the return of the Jews to Jerusalem along with their scriptures and all the temple items that made it possible to kick start their claim of being Gods chosen people in that area. This situation prevailed until the rise of the Greeks and Alexander the Greats rampage into Persian and Parthian territories.’

This was Cyrus the Greats territory of 540 B.C.E superimposed over the modern map.

Nat had definably softened towards Gabe’s apostatizing of his view and offered her assistance by suggesting they retire to their stateroom and project themselves further into the research. He was obviously keen but as they bumped their way through the narrow passage, Buzz began speaking like a pirate again and before they could both come to a Shambhala of the mind, he was relaying to her another episode from the edge of the South China Seas.

‘I am Captain of the Sinbad, leave my men alone and deal directly with me,’ he was describing a scene from his minds eye where the Bark of a previous dream was being boarded by a hoard of Asian looking pirates from a large Junk. Even though his men had fought bravely to defend him and their precious cargo, by sheer numbers they were overcome. By bellowing loudly and brandishing his sword in a magnanimous display, the murderous gaggles were distracted from their slaughter and the ensuing chaos minimized. Buzz, the large, became the center of attraction, surrounded by a circle of saber rattling motley crew who, for some strange reason, seemed to be amazed by his enormous sword.

Before too long, one of the multitudes stepped forward and asked quite politely, for a barbarian ‘Where did you get that from?’

Buzz, the now magnificent, didn’t think that it was such an unreasonable request at the time and began a long slow answer in a language all seemed to understand. He explained to all the now becalmed villains exactly how he had acquired it and the obvious huge golden eagle that just happened to be strapped to the deck at the time. This timely story seemed to calm down the whole situation and before he was finished they were all sitting at his feet enthralled by every word that proceeded forth from his mouth.

The man who had asked the question eventually stood up and began giving orders, which were immediately adhered to. Prisoners were being bound, sails were being set, ropes fastened and soon Buzz realized what was happening; they were being taken prisoners and lock, stock and barrel, back to the base of these alien marauders to suffer whatever fate had in store.

Within twenty four hours, their smallish craft had been sailed into a hole in the wall cavern somewhere between the South China and the Sulu Seas, where they were presented to the King or whatever he was, obviously an important figure, as he imposed himself over the faithful and the obedient.

‘So you say you have met my daughter!’ boomed the majestically presented figure of a man high from his throne as they were brought before him.

‘And who might you be?’ hailed back Captain Buzz with an air of arrogance not suitable for a man in his position

‘I am Chang and it is my treasure you have plundered.’

‘Not so, this is the Great Golden Eagle of Shambhala and I intend to return it to its nest high in the mountain kingdom of my forefathers.’

‘You speak bravely for a man who is about to die a horrible death.’

Buzz, the now not so sure, looked around and summed up the situation to himself; here I am thousands of miles from home in an underground fortress of a despot of merciless infamy, surrounded by his warriors with a great big, heavy bird, acquired by seducing the daughter of the man who held his fate in the palm of his hand.

‘I gave it to him!’ echoed a feminine voice from behind the light of the circle of all who were involved in the moment up until then.

‘You,’ exhaled our hero as he swung around to envision the tattooed, jewel encrusted beauty; now more modestly attired than the last time he saw her.

‘Yes, it is I who provide protection for this man and his crew; yet you detain him on his noble journey’ she said addressing the King as she moved further into the circle of light.’

‘He has stolen my property and I will have my right to judge.’

‘No,’ she said ‘he has stolen nothing; I have restored the icon to its rightful owner.’

‘What right do you have to over ride me, the one who has given you everything.’

‘You have given me nothing, I take my right to decide these matters,’ with those words the cavern was suddenly over run with the followers of this most amazing woman and without a drop of blood being shed, she was now in charge.

------------------------------------------

Nick and Elisha were rudely awakened, after a night of serious debauchery, by the constant rapping on the door of their resort suite. Eli launched herself towards the offending noise and ripped open the eight by four chunk of wood separating the naked banshee from her pray.

‘What the hell do you think you are doing, making such a racquet at this ungodly hour?’ She screeched at the now frozen and terrified figure standing before her ‘Come on explain yourself.’

‘I, I, it’s just that we have received an unusual phone call from a submerged captain who said he was having trouble contacting you and that it was imperative we informed you immediately.’

‘Oh,’ replied Eli, suddenly aware her implants were at eye level ‘well get back to whatever you were doing and take your drool with you.’

The door slammed and our vixen moved swiftly towards the lap top, positioned not five meters from were she swiveled. Soon she was talking directly to the captain of the sub who had been pursuing our band of rebels, via video link, and still she hadn’t bothered to cover herself.

Nick who had been listening to all this, finally came out of the bedroom in a dressing gown and took over from her.

‘So you finally have them in your sites,’ he said

‘Yes sir.’ Came the Captains reply

‘Well what are you waiting for; blow the bastards out of the water.’

‘But that would be an act of war!’

‘Against who?’ Questioned Nick

‘I thought you would know,’ said the Captain

‘I do, NOW BLOW THE BASTARDS OUT OF THE WATER.’ He screamed

‘Aye, aye, SIR.’

Nick turned away from the screen and gave the still naked Eli a full look up and down, ‘Can you try to have some clothes on when you deal with the Grunts.’

But before she could answer him, a sweet looking nubile wandered out of the main bedroom and asked ever so politely

‘What’s all the yelling about?’

‘Never you mind,’ answered Eli ‘just turn around, jump back into bed and we will be in soon.’

The Grinch that tried to force an early election

Once upon a time there was a pinched Grinch who lived in the place where they kept all the money. He conspired with his rich friend to take back all the Christmas presents the Ruddy King had given everybody, earlier that year. They thought they could make it happen with a magic potion called Double Dish Allusion. But their God (they call Media) found out about it and planned to tell everybody before the evil pair and big Joe the Sleigh driver, could spread the stuff around. While everyone was still sleeping, Media pasted pictures on all the cereal boxes in the land, clearly showing the Godless Grinch and the rich man passing a faked piece of paper off as a real document. This made everybody very suspicious (when they finally woke up) and to this day they don’t trust anybody who plans to force an early election.

God 1- Grinch 0

Kevin’s Ute is the biggest Ute because you can place the fate of a nation on it.

Kevin’s Ute can transport voters’ attention away from important issues and take them to the tip of fabricated irrelevance.

Kevin’s Ute is talked about more than the Wheat 4 Weapons scandal.

Kevin’s Ute can carry a heavy load of Governmental fertilizer over Turn Bulls Bluff to the Bank of Rudd’s River faster than you can say, ‘What a load of Crap’.

If anybody wants to buy Kevin’s Ute, they should wake up to themselves because the enormous cost of purchasing such a frivolously fast fiasco is the price of self respect.

Why would any clear thinking person want a G8, fossil fuel burning remnant of a way of life we all should be putting behind us, when they could have a state of the art, environmentally responsible, internet powered juggernaut to transport them towards a future free of lying, scamming, used Ute salesmen.

Friends and Romans send me your cheers because I am gathering up all the wasted adorations and will attempt to make something useful of them.

Those who frequent the coliseums are a strange breed, we regularly make our way into the various arenas, some virtual, to bond with our fellow enthusiasts and barrack for the chosen few. At great personal cost we put aside whatever it is we should be doing and dutifully assume the position. How satisfying it is when they kick the sacred ball through the upright posts of incredible achievement or cross the finish line in front of someone else? When our favourite hero launches him/herself above the herd, we are there to cheer.

So it is with that in mind, without employing complex mathematics, I begun adding up the sums of capital required to putting on these extravaganzas of human achievement:

· National football codes run in every city for almost every week of the year. BILLIONS+

· Handball games in ever increasing numbers BILLIONS+

· Bat and Ball series encompassing the world BILLIONS+

· Track and Field, Swimming and other Olympic style activities (not every four years anymore)

· Fuel burning competitions: TRILLIONS+

a. Formula One (car, bikes, boats, planes and snowploughs) BILLIONS+

b. Indy style alternatives BILLIONS+

c. Production racing and modified versions eg; Bathurst BILLIONS+

d. Rally and Moto X BILLIONS+

e. Drifting BILLIONS+

f. Monster Trucks BILLIONS+

g. Drag racing BILLIONS+

· Yachting eg; Sydney to Hobart & America’s cup BILLIONS+

I had the audacity to imagine what we could be using it for, if we were to transfer our worship and money to other fields of excellence in;

· Kicking goals in ending world poverty

· Saving endangered species

· Racing towards equality of the sexes

· Punching holes in racial discrimination

· Rallies for the latest Carbon neutral technologies

· Formula 1 (planetary salvation division)

· Sickness to Health plot race

· Animal Rights Golf

· Human Dignity Tennis

· Education 4 all ( online activity)

· Government for the people by the people ( on line activity)

This leads me to ask the eternal question,

Et tu Brutus?

Now, I don’t have any trouble with Skulls (matter of fact I have one) and Bones (where would we be without them?), but cross them, stick them on a pole and you can guarantee there’s DANGER ahead. Run it up a flag pole, see who salutes it and then you know who you can trust.

Buccaneers don’t value democracy, fairness or being nice. The guy with the biggest sword rules, so in the long run, swords inevitably cross and isn’t that the problem with the right to bear arms. It starts with a 38, quickly moves to M16’s or AK47’s and before you know it, every body wants an Atomic Bomb.

You can’t base a democracy on the rule of the gun because it ends up being run by Pirates. You can’t bring democracy to a dictator’s ship with an army of gun toting, rum running, rabble because you just replace one dick for another. People who want democracy should concentrate their efforts on disarming all the players, only then can the policies of free speech be enacted. While we have a bunch of armed thugs running around with loaded guns, who dares to disagree with them?

In the end, governments have to stop dealing in death. They have to stop making bullets, bombs and F111’s, they have to stop empowering some to have them and others not. They have to stop profiteering from the sale of alcohol, tobacco and drugs, just as we would expect the government of places like Afghanistan too, if they want to join our “democracy”.

Double Standards are the sign of the worst kind of trash that sailed the seven seas, one minute they are approaching you flying the flag of some friendly nation, next minute they are boarding you under the Skull & Crossbones to rape, murder and steal your personal stash.

If you truly value Democracy, don’t vote for warmongers, drug dealers or arms manufacturers. Create armies of whistleblowers ever ready to point to an armed and dangerous pusher of bullets, drugs or somebody else’s property, weather or not they are part of a recognized government or just filthy pirates.