The Melody of Elon Musk and Weak

 

            Our Fear, that’s what Our President means

            Fifty Two States get flushed down his lavatory

            Elon Musk and Putin all claim Glory

            Trump doesn’t know how to care

 

Look up a Gong and Right it Wrong

Kook up our Lives and get them Gone

 

            Elon Musk Pays for nothing

            And us workers pay his fees

            We Got Our DJT

            We Got Our DJT

            We Got Our DJT

 

            I’ve Got My Life Empty

 

Is this

            The Spur of the moment

Or

            Just some Bone Spur that claims his is our President

            I ask ‘Why health is not there’

                        All we get are

 

                                    Punch and Judy

                                    Or is that

                                    Trump and JD

 

I am so sick of that Witching Broomhylda

                                Witching Broomhylda

                                 Don Just Stop Your Witchcraft On US

And I don’t only mean US or even the whole US, I mean the Whole World

 

We have all had enough of your

                                    Hide and Seek

                                    And boy Don

                                    You make our lives Bleak

                                    And You think You Are a Sneak

                                    How can You Claim to Speak

                                    When we See It more than We want to See It

 

This is now

                        The Land of the Frozen

                        And The Land owned by The Bone Spurs

 

                        They claim they are Super Heroes

                        And that one constantly has Supper Heroes

                        He sure is a  Stupid Nero

                        We have worse than that Roman Fire

                        And he keeps Fiddling with us

                        Always being such a Wild Liar

 

I wish he’d fly at night but that sly keeps opening his own fly and it’s making his GOP fleas glee.  Fluff Fluff to you goof.

 

            Trump keeps claiming he is bringing us to an end to wars.  How?  He is an end to hamburger cow.  And an end to democracy now.  Cow Away.  He says he deserves an army his way.  He’s just a deserter and he sure is a weird.  He’s proud to think he’s a ruler.  It’s miles instead of inches, he is getting a lot ruder.  And he loves being in our way.  And that means he blocks us, he don’t do nothing our way.

 

 

                        Humans remember how we got clouts

                        We need to take that Darn Old Rump Out

 

Every Day He Puts Us On The Rack.  Ick! Ahh!

 

 

What’s the

            Solution?

            Execution?

            He Attacks us every where

            Don sure Pollutes the water

            And We can’t breathe the air.

 

He claimed bone spurs to keep himself  out of the army when he was single

Now he and  Melania keep going more merrily along

 

            And Our own democracy is lost to Frumps

                        No capital letters

                        Since this is our country

                        Not just a political party

            And since we are now owned and run by Trumps

 

People Feel:

                        Sentiment

                        Let us regret

                        Life is in Cement

                        And We Lose our intent

 

            But it’s

                        Dump Dump

                        He’s A Trump

                        He’s a Dog’s old Bone

                        This Old Trump

                        Calls the White House His Home

 

To Mylania he acted like

            He is such a Nestor

            She would soon marry him

            And the world  will call her Wed Nes Day

 

 

We sure need a

            Perry Mason, Now

            We don’t live in a Pearly Mansion

            It is really a Scary Station

            With such Stupid Status

            All Those Snake Eyed Statues

            And our Denied Statures

 

            Donald, You savored revenge.  And you savaged your friends.

 

                        You claim your aTeacher for Leap Year

                        But you are really a leacher

                        This is not a  University

                        And soon we won’t even live to be a Universe’s City

There sure are a lot of curses in their verses.

 

It is so Intra Terrestrial to be such of an Intruder, and he is so happy that he has Extra, and that lets him and his fellow Extra Terrestrials have so many Ex wives.

 

                        An Error, Ick!  Ahhh!

 

                        Wouldn’t You?

                        Wooden Shoe?

                        Woolen Moo?

                        Swollen Spew!

 

            He once claimed that he had worked since Fifteen!

Oh, So he worked a whole Fifteen Minutes!

 

And now he yells:

            Don’t Cheat on me Melania

            I’m the one who is supposed to be

                        Immoral

 

This new White House

It sure is The White Man’s House

And he is The Still Nutz

Along with That House of Mis Representation

Those White Jerks that own US so proudly

They’d better be happy they’re back

They claim their wives are  old

Lady Godivas

And boy they sure laugh at our face

 

Deficit  has sure been turned into an excess of expenditures and liabilities which overcome our own income or assets in the greasing period. They sure are  defiant or defiled or defecated,   defective.

 

            Eek Sure Quells Empty Stares

            One on the run

            Too boy they swear

            Tree up and barking

            I miss them not not being there

 

Think about it

They can’t

 

Pentagon or Pentagram

We wish they were All Gone

And they are such a Gong

And also Goon.

 

            I’m just in Illinois

            tRump makes us Ill In Nose

            All he gives is Noise

            The Voters probably said Nos

            He is our Irony

            He Had Ironed His Hands

            I wish that Pork did not keep Sessions

 

Again and again, Pong is in sensation.

And Donald, “Cashew if you Can.”

Dump trucks here

Dumb tRump there

Hear that tRump

He’s sure stumped

Hills of Moes yes everywhere

 

Cashew

Achew

Use us as shoes

For your defeat

Cousin Fright

He goes in tight

 

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Living In Space or On A Meteor -- Who Nose What For

 

            Whoosh, whoosh, the Center revolts.  It is that Center that spins.  It spins past the sound barrier.  There are constant ripped, fragmented, echoing sounds.  Above the ground.  Or, at least, the ground thinks so.  And those drawn electrons spinning, non stopped momentum.  Faster than that speed of sound.  Approaching, ever increasing, towards the speed of light.  And those electrons.  Shooting into.  Shooting out of that Inner E = MC squared speeding ring.  That Ring’s Mass times the Speed of Light Squared, no it broke the Speed of Light.  It is going greater than that Speed of Light and its definition of Energy is its Mass times its greater than that Speed of Light Squared.  Speeding Middle.  Its electrons clouding not by movement.  Its electrons structurally poled back into that Outer Ring.  That Inner Ring wanting more and more.  The Outer Ring giving more and more.  Leaving that Middle more than either, rotating, electron murres, electron placements.

            Suceedingly shooting through speed of sound walls, bracing, enlightening by an eon long wave of lightening flashing towards the jealous neutron constant and non chemically active ground stabilizer and sturdier.  Sturdied not by degrees but sturdied by infinity.  You pass that speed of light and you are enshelled by a dimension everywhere along your dimensional horizon, its right arm right angling you to perpendicular existence.  Your life is a tangent.

            And the life I meet and the life I mess are the chemical argon cloud attractions that by chance pushed above the surface.  Held in by gravity.  Sedimented by gravity.  The striation of ammonia.

 

            Middle ring, neutral charged as in their constant acceptance and expulsion of charges, the soda of chemicals.  Or is that constant exceptance, because it is constantly changing.  It does not keep a charge so it does not have a charge.  The rusts, the carbonates, the air bubble mixtures, in this case Calcium Carbonate.

            We discussed How To Make A Living:

            Moon Rover Me Oh My

           

 

 

 

            One of the guys,“The man in the moon talking to me, ‘The See Of Tranquility.  When I am meditating, calming my insides, I observe the universe through my See Of Tranquility.  My Moontra to the Universe is Oh Man God Damn I Am Moon.’’’

            Then I said, “The Sea of Tranquility.  That is where Neil Armstrong established our Moon base Alpha.”

            And the Moon Guy, “I thought your Star Wars were about men like me, always welcoming people to the Dark Side.

            “I do eat up the energy our Sun sends us.  I eat, feed, consume once a month.  Then all I can do is sit and let my fat belly out. Two weeks ago, yesterday, boy was I a full Moon!”

            Later in the talk the Man in the Moon said, “Remember in 1969 when Apollo 11 landed on me and that Neil Armstrong said, ‘One small step…’? And then in 1971, Alan Shepard from Apollo 14 took his six iron and started hitting golf balls around?  Well that sort of stuff really got under my skin.  You guys are a bunch of Luna Ticks.”

           

            And I just thought “Even a Moon who shines in the Dark and eclipses the Sun like Night

            May make tides at Noon and wash away the Dunes

            When he is taken too Light.  Or is he taken into the Light?”

           

That seemed to tide us over for a while.

           

            But then one of them said, “I’ve been visiting Earth a lot lately.  ‘Moonlight becomes me, it lengthens my lair.’

            So, I am listening to all of this.  I am taking notes but I will not believe it when I read it over, afterwards.  Even asking myself what a dinosaur evolved into did not prepare me for me observing life on another planet.  I assumed too much.

            And they kept going on, “Earth’s gravity keeps me face forward.  Extreme heat versus extreme cold makes me turn in Earth’s order.  But I get back at the Earth.  One does not win all.

            “I may not be the strongest.  I know that I cannot force your steadfast, your Stallworth.  But I can and do contend your water.  Sure, you might take your bricks and sand and build a dam.  You might dig in, explode, shovel out a canal or two.  How about a canal between two of your oceans?  You might even over pollute, you with your lost ozone layer and your greenhouse gas effects.  You make those efforts on the Ice Bergs to melt and the Sea Levels rise. 

 

 

 

            “Yep, you may have committed suicide, forcing your world and its lives to suck in your factory waste.  But I make the tides.  I wash your coastal areas, and now, your new coastal areas, with your oil sludge and plastic spoons and all sorts of never decaying garbage.

            “At your nighttime I pull your garbage spouts up and over what little farmland you have left.  And, as if I care, I tsunami your Atlantic Oilshun.  As if I care, I drown your Seattles and your L A s and San Franciscos with outhouse poop, coal poop, and Kook Brothers poop.  Guess what I can do to you perturbatively? 

            “Am I getting under your skin?  Well, I have been for millenniums.  You complain that I have bile!  I have your bile.  I have your spit.  I have your gastric juices.  And I have your blood.  Call me a Vampire.  That’s why Lugosi came out at Night!  Your heart’s blood is made of water.  And water obeys me!  Your blood cells, your Hemoglobins, your braincells.  They feel my pull.  I command them.  They do what I force.  I am the command of the Moon.

            Then I said to him, “You flew by that Moon today, Oh Boy.”  I then tore my spacesuit off.  “You better start practicing by putting some magnets on top of each other.  Measuring them.  Checking the angles.  Starting the Gyroscope.  And then you shoot off your toy rocket.  That is how you teach yourself and that is how you got us on our journey out here.

            “What could I do?  No numbskull had done this before.  Talk to an alien.  How could I practice?  I read.  I read Doctor Livingston.  I read Doctor Goodall.  I read Doctor Feel Good, Doctor Seuss and Doctor Dolittle.” 

            Now the Moon Guy interjected again, “This is like finding life in the rings of Neptune.”

            To which I said, “You will definitely Find life on Earth and it is definitely not us.

            “You got us a mile tangent from the Moon.  Three miles back you previously shot the opposition thrusters to lower our speed, that third mile, matching the Moon’s rotation (calculating, extending the surface a mile up).  The speed is matched.  We are up there in our Moon’s sky.  Our momentum makes me feel like I’m at the top floor of the Prudential Sky Scraper viewing the surface and then I step into the elevator to get to the ground floor.

            “Then at floor one, I step, I walk, I kneel on one knee.  Watching that horizon.  Clear.  Empty.  Outwards towards the red light of Mars.  It is steady.  It is unchanging.  It’s movement across the skyscape is left to right but at it is height, as a crack appears three feet in front of my right knee.  And the temperature reading collection on my suit goes from Sixty-Five degrees below Water Freezing up to a balmy Seventy-Three degrees above.  That ground crack, that autumn warmth, that slight gravitational slide of the powdered iron silicate silt, about thirty-two ounces of particles, thirty-two ounces that could not do that on their own.”

            And then they heard my voice within my breath preserving pressurized suit adjusting to take in this intrusive frequency, “Yes, it is me.  Well, it is I.  It is one of us, anyway.”

 

 

 

 

My friends and I don’t talk about everything.  Who does anyway!  Really!

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Living In Space or On A Meteor -- Acid Rain Tree

 

            Well within my life is the use of solar powered satellites and space habitats. Terrestrial reserves.  Siderophilic – Iron Loving Elements. Propellent, thermal management, radiation shielding, high mass components.  Hallmarks of ancient extraterrestrial civilizations asteroid minings. 

            My environment is filled with Orbital Economics.  Target Trajectories.  Lunar Flybys. Space Magnetism and Photon Displacement.  We have many C-type asteroids.  They are used for water availability.  Those C-types also contain a lot of organic Carbon and Phosphorus, making them available for various fertilizers.  Add to that the S-type asteroids.  Those provide nickel, cobalt, platinum and rhodium.

            These particles in my environment take part in many activities.  Activities:  drilling bore holes and injecting hot fluid/gas/plasma and allow the useful materials react or melt so we can extract the solute.  Dust clouds may be formed and we do set up various bubble barriers.  Docking with various asteroids involves harpoon like processes with several projectiles to serve as anchors.  Many attachable cables do provide winching actions.  The harpoon effect.  Split the water into hydrogen and oxygen for more feasible transportation with less gravity to overcome.  One kg in orbit is equivalent to more than 10kg on the ground.  For example, we would need 250 tons of fuel to put 5 tons in GEO orbit or 10 tones in LEO.  (Low Earth Orbit)

            We are mining the Milky Way.  Well, mining our solar system anyway.  Actually, we are just mining this asteroid belt.  There are many, many more out there, and others, including our outer comet wall.  And these asteroids, materials which may be scraped off the surface using scoops or augers, for active “grab and go.”  A mine can be dug and material extracted through the shaft.  Accuracy is needed with the astro-location under the surface regolith and the processing facility.  Asteroids of high metal content can be mined using magnetism.  For extinct comets’ heat can be used to melt and vaporize the matrix.

            Look at Earth, with its molten core to carry the currents, is a magnet. At first it seemed big to me.  But then our sun with its inner currents is also a magnet.  Don’t forget the Solar System.  Really, the entire Milky Way Galaxy is also a magnet.  Because of particle makeups known as plasma, space is permeated by magnetic fields.   Magnetic Fields tend to flatten and stiffen the space-time fabric of the astral area.  According to Einstein, the hulk of the matter of a star causes space-time to bend as a bowling ball rolling down a rubber sheet.

            Magnetism produces gravitational fields of its own.  Splitting the Grand Unified Theory creates abundant monopoles.

            And I, along with many others I discussed with, I have noticed Not universal warming but universal magnetism.  Changed by man.  We have a problem arise because of magnetism.  In our mining, we feel we need to look for past mining efforts.  And when I say past mining efforts, we mean way, way past prehistoric.  It is not our history.  We need to look for past alien life and find that the causes of a magnetism problem too, which killed them. 

            Unfortunately, we have a political party involved with racism, “Gee, all I wanted to do with my life was work.  But now I got to get involve with politics so I can still have a life.”  A political party, I should honestly state many political parties.

 

 

 

            My father told me that in our family history there was a scientist who had a minery he himself invented and his vat containing his chemical productions.  That vat was his feeding craft.  Feeding himself and planning to feed the world.  It also was supposed to feed his bank account.  His life was mining and combining, coagulating the found chemicals from those mines.  His wife made the food out of his produce.  Their first homesite was near and meant for selling to his birthplace town.  Next came the state.  Then the region.  At last, the country.  And his country is now our world.  Eventually his wife made videos showing how to make edibles out of her husbands chemical compounding.  And she sold her videos and his chemicals to the world.  Our family grew out of their sourcing, their differentials, their countenance, their slicing and splicing of their world.

            My family is based in astral-physics.  Auras are and were there.  Monopoles once were there.  Heck!  Monopoles should still be there.  Monopoles to securely disperse this Galactic Magnetism.  I suspect that past miners, for their ease of finance, for their ease of collection, for their ease of dispersal, along with the ease of communications, set up Solar Magnetic Ports which knocked out that true Galactic monopole monopoly which have been and should still be dispersing galactic magnetism, universal magnetism. 

            That monopole monopoly game.  My friends, the few I truly consider friends, and I talked about it.  Yes, I admit that there are some things that my friends talk about and I do not. But this is the one thing that, with great concern, we have discussed.  We have discussed this because we sure are disgusted. 

            There is that magnetic sweep.  We need to prove that it is not good for us.  Think about it!  If this is the future then we have no future!  We need to prove that there is no future.  And we need to prove it through the fossil past.  And we need for all of us try to work against it.  Sure, it will not make life easy.  To make mining harder and disrupt communications and communities in order to keep life alive.  Alive, instead of in the Universe’s Magnetic Swing.  Those things we need to do to have a future, those things are not our future.  And I don’t want us to be the past. 

            We discussed what is life.  Life, that the atmosphere is methane.  The ground is aluminum.  The planet of life is circled by three rings.  The sky flashing bright arcs from ring to ring.  Those rings are forty feet wide.  The inner is positive, electronically.  It is the strongest.  The outer is negative, and it ain’t weak.  That outer ring, at their shared poles, two poles, pulsing a right angle from that positive, attraction inner pole.  The outer is attracting to the inner.  It charges that inner.  The electrons wanted journey, that inner.

            But what keeps the Inner positive?  That inner, fragmented, dust, silt copper ring.  Encouraging electrons from above.  That inner ring chasing the outer.  The middle ring that gains the outer’s electrons.  That middle is drawn towards the inner.  Electrons in repulsive clouds.  Negative repulses Negative.  Negative seeks Positive.  But that pull of that inner ring.  The middle ring drawn towards the outer.  That puts the whole spin on things.  And it is not a new spin.

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Living In Outer Space or On A Meteor -- Ache Too

 

            Those silly Americans.  Next they had ‘The War To End All Wars.’  After that they fought World War II.  This helped to stablish the Nazis in America and strengthen the KKK.  These are very religious people.  You should have seen that light from all those crosses.  And if you were of a different faith, or at least a different skin color, they brought you to meet your maker, and all your past relatives.  World War II also empowered the United States Government to round up many people of Japanese descent, who have been contributing citizens of those United States for Generations.  They were rounded up and the government provided them with food, lodgings, and a hell of a lot of insecurity in internment camps while their possessions were divided up among the high ground pillars of society of that great land.

            Even though the General Consensus (That is the Concessions to those Generals that ruled this AmeriRussian Republic, or was that Concussions to the Citizens.  Either way it is quite obvious that the Generals that ruled had no Conscience.  They hated anything with science in it.  And they weren’t very conscious either.) was that no matter if you are a thinker or even studious, if you are an inventor or even productive, if you are a worker or even get things accomplished so that man can live, even if you are any of those if you are not ordering that country around, what came out of your activities were not worth anything.  Telling a person to shoot his neighbor, that was worth an Ivory Staircase.  But actually building that staircase, you were lucky to be allowed to buy beans to eat.

            Even though anything and everything that those common citizens put together was not worth the paper left hanging from a good wiping (or the whipping preceding from a good hanging) even though all that, these space suits the citizens thought up, thought of, worked up, and manufactured are extremely good outcomes.  This suit breathes its recycling with no risk of gasping.  This suit waters its chemically controlled drinking fluid to be used and reused healthily over and over again for the life of the inhabitant.  This suit maintains a food supply that goes through its unique seasons and seasoning from assembly line planting through growth through harvest through Thanksgiving Dinners through all those seasons again and again.

            Wearing this suit, I can eat, I can drink, I can breathe.  The cycle of life, the cycle of living.  Once a year I need to drop off accumulated ash.  I need to recharge my battery.  And I need about three ounces combined of carbon, iron, calcium and nitrogen.

            Once a year, if I wore it constantly, no, I am not walled off from others of my life forms, I can fold and pack away my clothes.  I can drink with my buddies at the bar.  I can order and consume a lunch platter.  I can breathe in a beauty’s perfumed aura.  I am alive and part of the rest of you.  But if need be, if the situation arises, if the events unfold, I can fly my craft from asteroid to asteroid, load the ores of Mars, syphon off the ammonia of Jupiter, and in twenty years’ time unload those resalables on earth, the Mother of my founding Republic.

            Food, energy, telescopic, x-ray, and microscopic sight, along with pretty good body encasings which are bullet (and radiation proof) vesting’s, can keep me and my passengers alive for much longer that we’d want or care to be.

            The suit bathes your skin with erratic pulses and heat to avoid bed sores – whatever a bed may be.  The skin and scalp are randomly bathe for cleanliness.  At times of inactivity if readings show I am not asleep, the suit makes me do exercises.  Arms, legs, etc.  It views what is around me so I don’t destructively hit anything,

 

            Sometimes when I looked.  The comet.  The sun’s reaching.  The Asteroids.  Sometimes when I saw, I asked myself “How did I get out there?”  Yes, yes, I knew then as I know now that I was exercised and taught and forced those many memorizations, them with their fitted tether pressure suits along with those needed and experimental many injections, and finally being walked aboard one, no, several of these multiple-use plasmal transportational devices.  These ships with their ion pulsing propulsion systems, colloidal thrusts, and their relativistic, electromechanic differential orientators.  That is the “physical how,” or should I posit, that is the “physics-al how.”   But I really asked myself, emotionally and personal choice-wise, “How did I get out there?” 

            And before I could attempt to answer my neural neighborhood emotional growth and chance making “how,” I needed to build some, somewhere, somehow, this definition.  This, a steady footed sub stratal firm with meaning to conglomerate the “there” that I had gotten out to.  This “there” claims its’ place to me “In Other Words.”  And, I believe, those “Other Words” could have come from the words of Bart Howard:

 

            Fly me to the moon

            Let me sing among those stars

            Let me see what spring is like

            On Jupiter and Mars

 

            In other words, I wanted to “See what life was like, From Jupiter through Mars.”  And the way that fit, the way it fit for me to see what life was like.  My way was composed of these comprehensive logistics and transport services for everything including the loading materials just out of the mine to their delivery at their final destinations, including storage warehouses for handling those minerals and their dispatchment to various ports.  And, I asked myself, what is the mine?  But since dimensions add details.  Since added details means added numbers.  I knew I had to ask myself, What Are Those Mines?  Those asteroids are those mines.

            I had to look.  That mine of riches.  That asteroid, actually those asteroids.  That asteroid belt.  And that Asteroid Belt, if it were only two dimensions, it would be the shape of a circle, or stretched out as an oval, stretched out to an ellipse.  But in our actual, reality based three dimensions, it was possessed and possessing more like an inner tube, flung, in orbit, around our sun.  Actually, more like a hula hoop rotating, cycling, spinning, stretching around our sun.  A giant matter made up hula hoop, thicker, stretched, non-symmetrically bloated like a spinning inner tube.  An inner tube hula hoop being played by our sun like a nine-year-old with her hula hoop.

            This hula hoop of asteroids intrinsic angular momentum generating its motion between Jupiter and Mars.  Asteroids: The Vestas, the Idas, those Pallas.  Asteroids made of iron, nickel, iridium, palladium, rhodium of many concentration levels.   Many of those larger asteroids are spaced millions of miles apart.  Yes, we, man, cheap labor, have to go out here to collect the goods, the availability, the worthwhile, because in direction to Earth, few of the Asteroids pass through that particular stop only every few years.  Asteroids, Space Ice, and Spent Comets.  

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