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Lots of Money & Wizard Nebula

Posted on by T. Maxwell-Harrison

A couple have won £184,262,899 on the lottery. I used to think ‘wow, that is great,’ but now I just roll my eyes because they all act so noble by saying something like ‘I will continue to work,’ WHATEVER. The reality is you will never work again and you know it, so stop with the attempts at trying to look like a superhero you fools. Oh, and the lottery company are going to keep you tightly controlled as well, because when you win you get a ‘personal advisor’ who will stay with the winners throughout the process, sometimes decades after the win, and access to a panel of ‘specialist advisors’ who help navigate their new life and wealth.

Listen closesly, if I won that amount, I would not be interested in advisors who work for the company dishing out the money. I’d hire my own. I can guarantee these advisors and specialists from camelot are not free of charge. They invented something called ‘sudden wealth syndrome too.’ I wish people would wake up. When you win, go and take the money far away and say ‘goodbye you sticky fingered peasants’ to camelot.

They say to beware of people begging for money and ‘new friends’. Interesting, because if I had that money, I would give it away, little by little. I would happily pay so-called friends money. Why? Because I can’t think of any bank who is going to protect all of your money. £184m is not protected in one place. You can’t even deposit that anymore. I’d buy loads of properties and then fill them with poor people. Yes. Camelot ‘suggest’ a bank which I find highly suspicious considering it is private banks. I am not comfortable with this. Camelot probably own the bank in small print. My point is that winners should be free to use their brains and go live their life. They cannot possibly spend all of that money quickly. So, why not give a lot away to the disadvantaged? I wish people had better morality and ethical goggles. I might also invest in a zoo, so some luxury. But in my defense I would run said zoo (again). I’d also pay to have my books made to movies. It cost £365m to make Avengers Endgame. You know that money could have solved half the problems in LA. I love how the rich are self obsessed to the point they don’t even realise it. Then they play camaraderie at the ass licking Oscar event. Host: Kiss my ass, Will Smith. Will Smith: Hold my gun while I slap this bitch.

Beautiful Wizard Nebula. It is all there is and ever will be. A globe, the earth, which floats through space for eternity. Stars streaked across the sky, a black hole full of debris. God is watching us in the abyss. We should learn to escape to the other side. If we did, we might be scared or relieved.

The Oscars Assault

Posted on by T. Maxwell-Harrison

Today I found out that Will Smith has allegedly assaulted Chris Rock at the Oscars. I was told that it was a punch. I didn’t believe it. I thought it was staged. When I got home earlier, I searched YouTube for the clip. It is on there.

I can’t really believe it. When I started to watch the clip, and I heard the joke about Smiths wife, I didn’t think much of it. Will Smith is also laughing at the joke. But off camera, he must rise from his seat and start to walk on stage.

This is where we start to see that divide between rich and poor. Not only can the rich and famous get away with assaulting someone on live air, but also killing people too. That latter part is me referring to Alec Baldwin shooting someone on set. You see in the normal world, if I did that, slapped someone hard in the face, I’d be arrested. There are millions of witnesses, and yet, what is the outcome?

Chris Rock handled it well being a comedian. You can tell that he is genuinely shocked and the incident seems to be one of two things. It could be the result of a hidden feud between the pair and this is the climax, which is not unusual in Hollywood, where stabbing people in the back on live air seems to be the norm. It could also be the result of Will Smith being so rich and famous that it has gone to his head. Seriously, what was he thinking?

Being rich does not give you a free pass. In fact, being such a role model ought to have consequences. I suspect his masters will be having a word with him, possibly some form of payout to keep it ‘looking good.’ Then there is the mass of delusional celebrities stating that he was defending his wife. No… he attacked Chris Rock. That is not defending anything. If he had shouted at Chris from his seat rather than hitting him, that would have been defending her. Instead he took it too far. I guess you can see ever so slightly that he is upset about the incident. Maybe he had enough of the roasting that they all get? Maybe he had no other way to demonstrate ‘doing the right thing.’

But in reality, there is more to this. To do it live on air, in front of all those people is more a statement of ‘look who I am, and what I can do,’ rather than being a defence against words. Also, since we are talking about jokes, it was not that funny. Free speech campaigners including famous celebs have constantly advocated for freedom when it comes to stand up comedy. Is Will Smith stating that he is against freedom of expression in comedy? What he is ultimately trying to prove? The matter could and should have been resolved off screen and no doubt that it will impact his image.

There are better ways to deal with issues. I urge you all not to take notice of this incident as a way to deal with them. You can do it better. Will Smith can too, and I suspect that if he is a good human with a good heart that he will apologise. Apologising at the Oscars to the academy is his way of bowing to the corporate masters who can cut him off from it all. Basically, he realised he messed up.

What do you think? It’s a hot topic right now, so I wanted to see how you all felt too.

Bound for the stars

Posted on by T. Maxwell-Harrison

One day, in the future, a future that many cannot see or comprehend, human kind sits unknowingly on the brink of extinction. One of us seeks to depart the earth, find a home, and save the human race.

The leaders stand tall on their pedestals, chanting their agenda into microphones for brainwashed nations to hear through their televisions.

Life goes on… we vote, we work, and we pay. We pay each and everyday. Without a clue, the calender is counting down, we have little time left.

Do you have your chips? Do you have your passes? Have you managed to upload aunt Sally to the server yet?

Comes crashing through space time, comes to our view, we feel the world quake.

All attention to the skies

all attention on the robotic minds

all attention on the end of time…

One by one, sheep slowly drift into the ships,

those who can see

can feel

the fear

the rage

of the ones left behind

of the ones who would not be subject to tormentors of time

The day has come

when the whole world would no longer stand as one

or be seen to be lying behind the lies

subdued by existential denial…

… Now they depart for the stars

loads of them are beating hearts

thinking minds

minds eye

can see a golden room

as the rock draws near

human kind no longer has any fear

obliterated from the record

no record of the damage

no memory of the events…

…

stuck in space,

wondering why

they had to tell so many lies

why the passes

and why all those little planets made of gases

environmental overload, oh no,

toxic food waste, oh no

just bad luck, oh no

let’s be all we can be

among the stars

behind the wall

of the tyrannical disguise

It draws to the end

and we can see

through smoke and fire

that angels are real

that alien men

were the first

to save us

that we were ticking

through time

like stagnant bots

becoming nothing but desire and desperation

in the voices of thousands of lost souls

yet we left the better half back to rot

in the core of the earth

from nothing but greed

but came light

sound madeth the world

sound made the stars

we still cannot figure out

who we are…

… we arrive. We have lost and found hope, through years of travel, of pain. There is a blue horizon, and lakes and trees, we can already smell the freshly grown daises. Behold our future.