Give Me The Missile Key
Crimson Tide
Sunday, 28 December 2025
Give Me The Missile Key
Saturday, 27 December 2025
Just a bit Farther Out West
They may push it back, even then.
It may become a Generational affair;
Questions passed from Parent to Child;
But someday, somewhere,
It may become a Generational affair;
Questions passed from Parent to Child;
But someday, somewhere,
someone may find out the damn Truth.
We better.
Or we might
just as well
build ourselves
build ourselves
another Government --
Like The Declaration of Independence
says to, 'when the old one ain't workin',
push out just a bit farther out West.
An American naturalist wrote:
"A Patriot must always be ready to
defend His Country against its Government."
I'd hate to be in your shoes today.
Like The Declaration of Independence
says to, 'when the old one ain't workin',
push out just a bit farther out West.
An American naturalist wrote:
"A Patriot must always be ready to
defend His Country against its Government."
I'd hate to be in your shoes today.
You have a lot to think about.
You've seen evidence
The Public hasn't seen.
Going back to when We were children
I Think most of us in this courtroom
thought Justice came automatically.
That Virtue was its own reward.
That Good triumphs over Evil.
But as We get older,
We know This isn't True.
Individual Human Beings
have to CREATE Justice, and
This is not easy because The Truth
often poses A Threat to Power and
one often has to fight Power
at great risk to themselves.
This is not easy because The Truth
often poses A Threat to Power and
one often has to fight Power
at great risk to themselves.
People like
S.M. Holland,
Lee Bowers,
Jean Hill,
Willie O'Keefe;
have all taken that risk
and they've all come forward --
S.M. Holland,
Lee Bowers,
Jean Hill,
Willie O'Keefe;
have all taken that risk
and they've all come forward --
I have here some
$8,000 in these
letters sent from
all over The Country.
Quarters, dimes,
dollars from Housewives,
Plumbers, Car-salesmen,
Teachers, Invalids...
....these are people who cannot
afford to SEND Money but DO.
People who Drive cabs,
who Nurse in Hospitals, who
see Their Kids go to Vietnam.
Why?
Because They CARE.
Because They want to know The Truth.
Because They want Their Country back.
Because it still Belongs to Us
as long as The People have The Guts
to Fight for What They Believe in.
The Truth is The Most
important Value We have
because if it doesn't endure,
if The Government murders Truth,
if We cannot RESPECT these people, then
This is NOT The Country I was born in,
and it is certainly not The Country
I want to Die in --
Tennyson wrote:
"Authority forgets a Dying King."
This was never more True than
for John F. Kennedy, whose Murder
was probably one of the
most TERRIBLE moments
in The HISTORY of Our Country.
We, The People,
The Jury-System
sitting in Judgment
on Clay Shaw, represent
The Hope of Humanity
on Clay Shaw, represent
The Hope of Humanity
against Government Power.
In discharging Your Duty
to bring a first Conviction
in this House of Cards
against Clay Shaw "Ask not
what Your Country can
Do for You, but what You
can Do for Your Country."
what Your Country can
Do for You, but what You
can Do for Your Country."
Do not FORGET
Your Dying King.
Show This World. this
is still A Government
OF The People,
FOR The People
and BY The People."
is still A Government
OF The People,
FOR The People
and BY The People."
Nothing as long as You Live
Will EVER be more Important --
....it's Up to You.
Wednesday, 24 December 2025
Thursday, 18 December 2025
Ian Marter
The fourth Doctor talks about the friend who played companion Harry Sullivan at the Time Quest convention, Barking Abbey School, London, 2009
"...oh yeah, yeah --
Well, he really was an absolute Darling --
and, uh, he shouldn't have died, but he did;
I do remember you know that sometimes at
rehearsal he had a 10 kind of oh virent
diabetes that suddenly if he didn't eat
things or whatever it was he'd suddenly
get terribly irrational and um and then
someone give him a biscuit or a bite of
a marsbar and suddenly he seemed better
uh and then I think he was living alone
at the time and I always thought that
you know to go home with that kind of
illness feeling a bit down or whatever
it was was a terrible terrible waste
because he was a kind man you know Not
only was he gifted but he was kind and
that's a that's a wonderful combination
to be gifted and kind and um and he
adored his children and his wife M and
but they weren't together at that time
and and he came home one night know
maybe had a couple of Dr Bass and the
next thing is he he was in a coma and of
course a terrible he wasn't discovered
at time but I only have War memories of
him and presumably all a peaceful way to
die one Longs for a peaceful death you
know uh when I was a boy in early in the
last Millennium I us we used to say this
prayer you know for for a peaceful de
little children yeah little children
were praying for a peaceful day it's
incredible --
isn't it absolutely
incredible because you know I going as
an actor some noce already I was I was
What's called the
Thor I think it's called something else
chur but it's a a little machine that
burns
incets big piece of charcoal like that
and high quality insect smoke everywhere
and of course I didn't realize I was
snipping it like a lunatic I mean I was
abely sorting this bloody incense I was
hallucinating early on you know we used
to used to carry on like that the whole
time uh with this this idea of choking
incense and smell of uh of very very
rich cand it was absolutely marvelous
absolutely marvelous and that got me
into my love of funerals because I'm
talking about the days you know before
penilla but people used to die real
quick you know you have a nail in your
shoe on a Friday go to a dance on a
Saturday to see on a
Sunday me young conerts by Monday you
die on a Tuesday and you are buried
following
Thursday amazing Charlie was here
dancing with me doing that and he de so
I us funeral because you know flu and uh
scarlet fever and measles and things
like that I used to go sometimes three
or four a
day I mean one dose of FL would knock
out all the other wom in the
street and there was I swinging like
that
is bomed out of my
brains and then an amazing thing
happened I quick you got
lives he said uh one day I it was so
cold and it was about my fourth funeral
with no food you know because they also
the Catholic church was very interested
in children
starving so everyone else could have a
meal but not the children you swinging
because they were feeding on Bloody
incense anyway it was so cold I remember
shivering unly and all covering snot and
tears with the pain and when it was
ended you used to sometimes get a thy
bit you don't know what it was a small
coin uh but this day because of my S I
guess a fellow touched my hand very
unusual and slipped a half crown
was called half a dollar I couldn't
believe it you know I never actually
held a half dollar I've discovered it
afterwards and then I realized he
thought he was giving me a half dollar
because he thought I was weeping in
sympathy for his old mother who just
died flu at the age of
111 and I was corrupted TR so fra I was
corrupted instantly and after that the
next funeral day after day after day
there I was you know sobbing like a
professional while while the other
little boys were getting big I was
getting two Shilling pieces Inc that's
where I learned to
so and got going maybe that was the
beginning of my life on actor really and
was fing an emotional yes I can't that
question
Friday, 12 December 2025
Your Own Death and How To Cope With It
Your own Death and How to Cope with it
ONE
'DESCRIBE, USING DIAGRAMS WHERE APPROPRIATE, THE EXACT CIRCUMSTANCES LEADING TO YOUR DEATH.'
Saunders had been Dead for almost two weeks now and, so far, he hadn't enjoyed a minute of it. What he wasn't enjoying at this particular moment was having to wade through the morass of forms and legal papers he'd been sent to complete by The Department of Death and Deceaseds' Rights.
It was all very well receiving a five-page booklet entitled : Your Own Death and How To Cope With It. It was all very well attending counselling sessions with The Ship's Metaphysical-Psychiatrist, and being told about The Nature of Being and Non-Being, and some other gunk about this guy who was in A Cave, but didn't know it was A Cave until he left. The thing was, Saunders was An Engineer, not A Philosopher - and the way he saw it, You were either Dead or You were Alive. And if You were Dead, you shouldn't be forced to fill in endless incomprehensible forms, and other related nonsensica.
You shouldn't have to return your birth certificate, to have it invalidated. You shouldn't have to send off your completed Death certificate, accompanied by a passport-size photograph of your corpse, signed on the back by your coroner.
When You're Dead, You should be Dead. The Bastards should leave you alone.
If Saunders could have picked something up, he would have picked something up and hurled it across the grey metal room. But he couldn't.
Saunders was A Hologram. He was just a computer generated simulation of his former self., he couldn't actually touch anything, except for his own hologramatic body. He was a phantom made of light. A software ghost.
Quite honestly, he'd had enough.
Saunders got up, walked silently across the metal-grilled floor of his sleeping quarters and stared out of the viewport window.
Far away to his right was the bright multi-coloured ball of Saturn, captured by its rainbow rings like a prize in a gigantic stellar hoop-la game. Twelve miles below him, under the plexiglass dome of the terraformed colony of Mimas, half the ship's crew were on planet leave.
No planet leave for Saunders.
No R & R for The Dead.
He caressed his eyelids with the rough balls of his fingers, then glanced back at the pile: the mind-bogglingly complicated Hologramatic Status application form; accident claims; pension funds; bank transfers; house deeds. They all had to be completed so his wife, Carole - no, his widow, Carole - could start a new life without him.
When he'd first signed up, they both understood he would be away from Earth for months on end, and, obviously, things could happen; mining in space was dangerous. That was why The Money was so good.
'If anything happens to me,' he'd always said, 'I don't want you to sit around, mourning.' Protests. 'I want you to meet someone else, someone terrific, and start a new life without me.
What a stupid, fat, dumb thing to say! The kind of stupid, fat, dumb thing only a living person would ever dream of saying.
Because that's what she was going to do now.
Start a new life - without him.
Fine, if he was dead dead. If he'd just taken delivery of his shiny new ephemeral body and was wafting around in the ether on the next plane of existence - fine.
Even if there was no life after death, and he totally ceased to be - then again, absolutely fine.
But this was different. He was dead, but he was still here. His personality had been stored on disc, and The Computer had reproduced him down to the tiniest detail; down to his innermost thoughts.
This wasn't The Deal. He wanted her to start a new life when he was gone, not while he was still here. But of course, that's what she'd do. That's what she had to do. You can't stay married to a dead man. So even though she loved him dearly, she would, eventually, have to start looking for someone else.
And ... she would sleep with him.
She would go to bed with him. And, hell, she would probably enjoy it.
Even though she still loved Saunders.
She would, wouldn't she? She would meet Mr Terrific and have a physical relationship.
Probably in his bed.
His bed. Their marital bed. His bed!
Probably using the three condoms he knew for a fact he had left in the bedside cabinet.
The ones he'd bought for a joke.
The flavoured ones.
His mind ran amok, picturing a line of lovers standing, strawberry-sheathed, outside his wife's bedroom.
No!' screamed Saunders, involuntarily. 'Noooooo!'
Hologramatic tears of rage and frustration welled up in Saunders' eyes and rolled hologramatically down his cheeks. He smashed his fist down onto the table.
The fist passed soundlessly through the grey metal desk top, and crashed with astonishing force into his testicles.
As he lay in a foetal position, squealing on the floor, he wished he were dead.
Then he remembered he already was.
Saunders didn't know it but, twelve miles below, on the Saturnian moon of Mimas, Flight Coordinator George McIntyre was about to solve all his problems.
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