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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!

Friday, January 5, 2018

The Man From Mars - Episode Thirty Two

   Ponleak waved off any further questions I tried to ask and told me not to speak anymore until we got inside the building he called the "clean room."
   I wasn't even allowed to ask what he meant by the "clean room."
   The limousine stopped in front of a large steel garage door. A blue light emanated, from what appeared to me as a motion detector, situated perpendicular from the door. So the blue light could engulf the length of the limo.
   After going up and down a few times, obviously scanning the exterior and possibly the interior of the vehicle, the blue light popped off and the garage door opened.
   A lot quicker than should be possible with such a heavy metal door, I thought.
   We pulled inside and, without leaving an inch to spare, the steel door slammed shut.
   Two security guards in black suits were in the garage waiting for us. Each holding some kind of handheld scanning machine.
   Once the car came to a halt, they started inspecting the limo.
   For what? 
   I do not know.
   We got out of the vehicle and I was waved by one of the security guards to follow Ponleak, Tiny, and his twin. Without anyone saying a word.
   We came upon a submarine type door, which opened up into a luxurious stately style home.
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   We entered the living room area. I was waved to sit down on a chair. Tiny came over with one of those handheld machines, and started scanning me.
   In the meantime, Tiny's twin was mixing up a couple of drinks for Ponleak and I.
   I took my drink from the twin, took a sip, and heard Tiny say, "He is clean. No bugs."
   "Sorry George, for all the security measures you had to go through, but it is better to be cautious these days, then to be sorry." Ponleak said, pausing for a moment. "Being sorry probably means you're dead."
   Great. With all this security mumbo jumbo going on, right out of a James Bond movie, Ponleak has to go and say something like that.
   "First," Ponleak started telling me, "Let me clarify something before I answer your last question, which you asked, while we were still in the limousine. Not all of the Atlanteans, who traveled to the Earth with me, are still my associates. Some have broken away from the main group here and have started their own, should I say, cult following. These Atlanteans have decided to rule over this world and have been working behind the scenes, so to speak, to conquer her."
    Ponleak looks at me with a seriousness I have never seen in him before and he says to me, "These are the real people you are running from and they will do anything to get their hands on the amulet!"
    "Jesus Ponleak!" I exclaimed. "Some of your people are after me? To get a hold of the amulet?"
    "Yes." Is all he said.
    "By chance would I know any of these people?" I asked.
    "Yes. You probably met their leader while the amulet was showing you my past in your dreams. It is my old head of security on Atlantis, Officer Bopha."

To Be Continued.....

Next Week.


This is,
What A Tangled Web I Weave,
When I Practice To Deceive,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“For many generations…they obeyed the laws and loved the divine to which they were akin…they reckoned that qualities of character were far more important than their present prosperity. So they bore the burden of their wealth and possessions lightly, and did not let their high standard of living intoxicate them or make them lose their self-control. But when the divine element in them became weakened, and their human traits became predominant, they ceased to be able to carry their prosperity with moderation.”
- Plato, -

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