Posted on 12/23/2006 11:31:23 AM PST by BibleBabe1
Remote detection satellites are used by the intelligence branch of the military to conduct mind control exercises in the theater of war. All this technology is dependent upon the higher branches of particle physics and quantum mechanics. The array of satellites safe in deep space cover the entire earth making the mind control intelligence program widely successful. Be amazed as you view this military program break out of the box. Go to the following web site that shows a real-time mind control zombie being manipulated by satellite and the military. www.MindControlUSA.com
The war had been long and hard, scarring the countryside, the villages, and the people —both soldiers and citizens. Finally, it was over..... though some claimed victory, no one really won except the winter which now held them all prisoner.
A lone soldier, trying to return to his far-away home, had wandered through the cold and snow for days. He was tired, but more than that, he was literally starving. At last he came upon a village. He picked a house and knocked on the door. When someone came to answer, the soldier explained his plight and asked for a little something to eat. The little man behind the door shook his head saying that he had a family to feed and they were hungry themselves and they could give him nothing. The soldier pleaded that he would eat any scraps, but the villager again said he had nothing to spare —there were no scraps. This scene was repeated house to house but always the answer was the same. It had been a hard winter and the soldier found that the villagers were all hungry too.
The soldier had a thought, and then it somehow formed a plan. He looked about, and spotting something nearby, his eyes brightened. He quickly went off to the nearby woods. Soon, he returned with all the sticks and pieces of wood he could find and built a campfire in the village square. Then he went over to the large, black iron pot resting against the wall of the empty blacksmith shop. Dragging the pot over the fire, he filled it with snow. At this point he had drawn a large crowd of onlookers who stared at him with curiosity. They talked among themselves and wondered what he was going to do with the pot of now-boiling water. Then the soldier ferreted about the ground below the eaves of the villagers’ cottages until he had gathered a dozen or more smooth, dark stones. He inspected each closely, smelled them individually, sometimes comparing one stone’s fragrance(fragrance???) to that of another. When all was done, he had kept only a few. He polished them with snow, wiped them clean, and then placed them gingerly, one by one, into the pot. Now the onlookers were really getting curious —more than that, they were sure the soldier was mad with hunger. The soldier then took a big wooden spoon from his knapsack and began stirring the water in the pot and occasionally taking a taste. Mmmmmm, he finally said, this is the best Rock Soup I have tasted in a long time. The villagers couldn’t believe their ears. Rock Soup? Surely he was mad!
The soldier took one more taste and then said, This is good soup but it needs something, perhaps a carrot..... Yes, that’s it, a little bit of carrot would make it perfect! An elderly villager stepped forward, looked into the pot, leaned over and inhaled deeply. When he stood up, he closed his eyes and remembered the aromas of soups and stews long gone. The villager paused a moment, then said,I think I might have a couple of carrots in my cellar, I will bring them. On his return the carrots were added to the Rock Soup.
Again the soldier continued to stir and taste and stir and taste. Finally the soldier said,This is pretty good Rock Soup, the carrots made it better, but it is still missing something. Perhaps a few onions would make it even better. No sooner had he said it, than a few villagers scurried off. Upon their return, the soldier was given more than a few onions —but it was a big pot, so in they all went.
Again the soldier continued to stir and taste and stir and taste. The soldier said,This is very good Rock Soup, the carrots and onions made it better, but it is still missing something. Perhaps a few potatoes would make it even better. He let two or three of those that had drawn near sample the ever-steaming brew, which by now was starting to smell delicious. A good number of villagers bustled off. Upon their return, the soldier was presented with a potato here and a potato there until he had enough to fill the pot.
As he let it simmer, others brought bits of this and that to add to the flavor. Tasting it one more time, he exclaimed it was Perfect! Starting with the children, everyone had a bowl of this wonderful soup. Everyone in the village exclaimed that it was the best Rock Soup that they had ever eaten and they all ate their fill. What about neighboring villages? someone asked. They are hungry, too. Saving a rock for themselves, the others were cleaned, placed in baskets, and sent out by messenger. The soldier’s recipe was attached.....
When I wath three, I needed that. Now, of courth, ith not nethethawy. :o])
Well now...The Little Red Hen comes to mind for some reason...
Great story! It will go in the UT File, of course!
And with that, I’m off to bed.
Ta!
Awww, Good night, Face.
I always liked the rock soup story.
See you tomorrow.
:-)
Looks like I missed all the fun again...
Rock groups always draw a crowd.
They should just take a picture.
Perhaps a lithograph ...
You missed all the fun? I just got here...
Does anybody really know where “here” is?
Good morning. My internet connection was off all day yesterday. Something to do with the router. Maybe the catz disconnected it so I’d pay more attention to them!
I thought maybe you were rained out.
No, but it’s been raining since sometime last night, and we had some lightning this morning.
You’re welcome.
See you later!
Well... I had some spider bots carve my signature into the surface of 951 Gaspra. Last I heard, we were doing surveys of the M-types floating around just the other side of the interior Kirkwood Gap around 2.2AU out...
I say we go hit 4 Vesta next.
Good Morning!
Good morning. My connection is going on and off, and it’s not the catz this time. Maybe it’s the ISP.
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