Planet Eart was enjoying a period of relative calm.

Mudda needed a break. 

Fadda had itchy feet.

He explored far and wide, roaming throughout the Cosmos.

Fadda Eart's Walkabout ended abruptly when the cacophany from Planet Eart started interfering with The Cosmic Hum.

Word got around the Galaxies that Eart was the source of the unwanted racket.

Galactic Wanderers began to complain about all the static and blather running through the Music of the Spheres.

Fadda Eart prepared to return, wondering what was up.

As Eart approached the Solar System, his sensors were overwhelmed by countless electronic emanations radiating from Mudda's surface.
 
 

4.9.08

Make no mistake about this.

Humans remain in Mudda Eart's good graces for one reason.

She loves experiencing the lightheartedness of your young upon her surface.

The sensation exhilerates her and provides a much needed sense of hopefullness.

For my money, I hope you continue on your current path and procreate yourselfs into oblivion over the next few decades.

That way I get rid of your constant aggravation without pissin' Mudda off anymore than she already is.

Otherwise, if I dealt with you as expeditiously as is my wont, she'd be very displeased for a while.

But, she'd get over it once the calm brought on by your demise set in.

She'd miss the children, but would balance things in her mind by realizing that she terminated the Dinosaurs against my will.

I loved those foolish Brontosauri.

Walking all badoomp...baadump...heads bobbin' around.

Unfortunatley, their excrement produced enormous amounts of Methane.

The low lying areas favored by the big guys were becoming fetid.

Mother solved the problem overnight.

The rest of the reptilians were collateral damage...just to make sure the problem was completely resolved.

So, she'll understand if push comes to shove.

Forge ahead...but ya might wanna wake up along the way.

Think about this.

Dinosaurs...methane polluting Mudda's environment...no Dinosaurs...DUH!

Fadda Eart...

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4.18.08

Hi, Steve Smyth here...

Pops (Fadda Eart) has asked me to sit in today.

You'll note that it's been nine days since the last posting.

Fadda Eart has been busy with some problem in the Alpha Centauri system, and is using the time to review what he's learned of our behavior; recording his thoughts in preparation for an in depth posting.

However, today's topic seemed timely enough for Pops to request this report be filed.

I probably should mention that Fadda Eart came across my Blog a while ago, and uses it to learn more about our purpose here.

Here's what caught his eye.

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The Dinosaurs sole purpose was existence/procreation.

It either happened or it didn't.

Small Dinos didn't fret about T Rex.

When in danger, instinct took over.

Fear was an instantaneously spontaneous reaction, not the culmination of years looking over your shoulder.

Life...not life...that was the deal.

With the above in mind, Pops recognizes us, with our self-endowed superior intellect, all its attendant foolishness, and accompanying concerns as a Cosmic anomaly.

There is nothing even remotely similar happening elsewhere in The Cosmos.

I get the impression that the only reason we are still getting away with this is...Pops is fascinated...and filing the whole biznis away for later tall tale telling in the remote reaches.

He surely intends to continue his Walkabout at some point.

That said, here's the report...as interpreted by Yours Truly.

Gladhanding still works.

Pops wants to know how creatures, as intellectually superior as we give ourselves credit for being, can procreate themselves out of existence, led by a bunch of gladhanding fools.

Even Ruthless Dictators, if they live long enough, will eventually capitulate and conduct business while standing there gladhanding.

Pops figgers this may be our fatal flaw.

From the most ruthless individuals ever to the meekest of souls, we all end up resolving things while gladhanding.

We've gotten too wrapped up in presenting our Poker Face.

It's time to lay the cards on the table.

That's what Pops wants me to get across.

It makes a lot of sense if you give it some thought.

My take is...he sees this situation from such a distance that maybe we should heed his advice.

To Fadda Eart, our activities have no individual quirks, or personal significance of any kind.

We seem more like a Bee Hive, or Ant Colony just after some catastrophe has wiped out the Honeycombs, or collapsed and flooded all the tunnels.

Blindly, obediently doing the only things we know how to do...right or wrong.

Where does our superior intellect go in moments like these?

Pops blames it on a sense of false entitlement.

Make of this what you will.

Stay Tuned...

4.21.08

Pops is still on his mission.

It's time for a Status Report RE my Blog.

Might as well do it right here, since the Blog is source material for Pops. 

The two go hand in hand.

The New Ecobabbleists...Ted Turner, Richard Branson, and Algore go hand in hand as well.

When the recent upswell of Ecobabble really got going during the winter of '07, I began Blogging on the topic.

My intention was to be 'The News Before It Happens', and watch the media's handling of the subject.

Turner, Branson, and Algore became my focus, because they spoke out loudly early, and I knew from previous experience that all three were full of Caca.

Turner has been the cagiest, saying little after his big Tax Dodge Ecopledge.

Branson has promoted his VirginEarthChallenge while developing VirginGalacticAirways and SpacePortAmerica, both of which are totally dependent upon PetroChem Products...and continuing to run the Carbon Footprint Stomping Virgin Empire from his private island getaway.

I just love this pic.
It reminds me of the new Gillette ads featuring Tiger Woods,and other sporting luminaries whacking the Earth around.
Looks like Branson's gonna make the grab and save the day.
If Algore doesn't chomp Australia and half the Pacific Ocean first.

Algore has surpassed them all in the spotlight grabbing, epitaph spiffing department, but Turner and Branson started out as Billionaire Enviro Mentalists and didn't need to start fastest nor earn any $.

At this point in time, Turner has broken his silence by announcing that we are headed for Cannibalism. 

The Mouth of the South is old enough to remember wild eyed revolutionaries from the 60's shouting 'Eat The Rich', I guess.

Branson determinedly pursues his Telecom/SpaceTourism goals while totally ignoring the VirginEarthChallenge...which is touted as 'of the utmost urgency'.

Algore is slowly, but surely being made to look buffoonishly naive in his choices of what really constitutes Humanity's place in today's Global Crisis.

I think I got it right...have a look for yourself...