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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Sunday, November 5, 2017

A Second Cold War

   "Mister President," says the Secretary of Defense. "India has shot down one of the dead floating satellites circling the Earth, in outer space."
   "India?" Interrupts the President. "They have sent a ballistic missile into space, to shoot down an already dead satellite? But why?"
   "Let me explain, Mister President." replies the Secretary. "Remember your briefing on the Indian Space Research Organization and how their spacecraft is a miniaturized version of our space shuttle? The same look and specifications as our craft was, except smaller."
   "Yes," says the President. "But I don't how that has anything to do with shooting down a satellite."
   "Well, Mister President. India hasn't sent a ballistic missile into outer space to shoot down that satellite, they have equipped their space shuttle with weapons!" an alarmed Secretary of Defense says.
   "What?" asks a startled President. "Isn't that against the International Outer Space Treaty they signed back in 1967, I believe?"
   "Yes, it is sir. They have clearly broken the treaty and international law."
   The President looks down at his desk in the Oval Office, deep in thought. Then he asks the Secretary, "Have they said anything publicly, as to why they would do this?"
   "A press release from their space program reads, 'Our use of a laser cannon to destroy harmful metallic debris in outer space is not, in anyway, a military show of force, or declaration of war against any nation of the world. Our decision is purely based on humanitarian and safety precautions, due to the fact that the International Space Station was destroyed last June, with the loss of all hands on board, because of an old satellite floating around our upper atmosphere'."
   "That is a bunch of poppycock," an angry President tells his Secretary of Defense. "Get me the Prime Minister of India on the phone, right away."
   "I have already asked your assistant to do precisely that, before I came in, sir."
   "Thanks, James." says the President. "You are finally earning your paycheck."
   All of a sudden, in what could be considered a corner in the Oval Office, a red 1980's type landline phone starts ringing loudly and flashing yellow, then red, repeating alternately.
   "It's the Kremlin calling." says the President's assistant.
   "Why isn't Vladimir calling me directly?" asks the President to know one in particular. "After all we been through over the last few years, he can't possibly think we had anything to do with India shooting down a satellite!"
   "Sir," says the Secretary of Defense. "That phone hasn't rung since the cold war ended. If Vladimir is calling on the hotline, I don't think it will be on friendly terms."
   "It's those damn Democrats. That's what it is," says a confused looking President. "They probably told India it was OK to shoot down a satellite. If they want me, I am not going out without a fight. I'll blow up the whole damn country of India. They want a fight, those Democrats? I'll give them a fight. I'll start World War III. That's what I'll do!"


This is,
Telling You There Is A World Treaty Keeping Weapons Out Of Space,
But Who Will Be The First To Break It?
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“Mounting tensions in Eastern Europe send shivers down the spine. Barely a quarter of a century after the end of the Cold War we seem to be sliding inexorably towards another.”
- Alex Morritt, -


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