PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006
CHAPTER 42: THE THREE GIAN ASSASSINS
© Cupideros, Sunday, May 17, 2009
Lady Lomara laughed as she watched The Uber Bitch’s crazy antics on one screen, and scrolled around King Tweezer private room in his palace. Queen Morah, naked, spontaneous and without warning jumped on Lord Tweezer’s back after he returned from the bathroom, naked. His obvious drained tool, limp, in more ways than from Galan Cactus Juice, didn’t stop Queen Morah’s sexual interest in him. King Tweezer reacted by grabbing her entwine legs. Her arms around his strong neck. Her lips on his half-turned face delivering humming bird kisses at lightening speed. While he playfully protested, Queen Morah’s soup ran down King Tweezer’s back and butt as she wailed laughter like a crazed banshee.
None of Da Kaiser’s wildness impressed Malcolm X though. Lord Tweezer remained bad seed. Lady Lomara's back framed in red, black and green stripes the ancient African Leader Shaka Zulu reminded her of her status. A dark skin member of what Da Kaiser promised Quodarian Society to be--a multinational country with full equality. Lomara came from the Yoruba tribe. Her real name “Bolade” meant, the coming of honor. She’d certainly fulfilled that by being one of the Three Musketeers and the Quodarian Head of Palace Security. Quo equated her job with Jaine’s in many respects. Still, Lomara's love of history nagged her, repeatedly. Her Tumbuka Country, the last stronghold on the eastern side of Tinon, agreed to unify with the Quodarians. The Tumbukaian agreed because the Galan’s were blatantly racist. Now, Lomara watched Queen Morah, befriending the head of this idiot group of western people. Already, this Lord Tweezer, nearly came to his demise by his own aristocracy! The fact Lady Lomara came to his rescue with her Spider Wire did not lessen her feelings of hate for him. Bad seeds toss out. Any agriculturist, Lomara’s second Subgenre, knew you threw out bad seeds. You separated the bad seeds from the good seeds.
Lady Lomara foresaw bad things. All kinds of subtle racist and sexist changes to resist vehemently should Quodarians and Galans merge by negotiations. Plato made an aged African priest say to Solon, in The Timaeus, “Really, Solon, you Greeks are still mere children: there is no such thing as an old man in Greece…You are young in mind, every one of you: you possess no store of old belief based on long tradition, no knowledge that is hoary (gray) with age.” Stanley Lane-Poole’s book The Story of the Moors in Spain, John Jackson in his introduction writes: “Eurocentric historians argue that Europe gave civilization to Africa, which is a complete inversion of the truth. “ The first civilized Europeans were the Greeks, who were chiefly civilized by Africans of the Nile Valley. The Greeks transmitted this culture to the Romans, who finally lost it bringing the Dark Age of five hundred years.” Lucian says, “The first astronomers were Ethiopians. It was the Ethiopians that first delivered the doctrine of astrology to men.” Strabo, an early Greek geographer, says, “Geometry came to the Greeks from the Ethiopians.” On and on Lady Lomara could go. No doubt this fear, inadequacy is why the Europeans went on individual country Jihad against all the colored races from 1400 AD to 1960 AD, and again Europeans went collectively in a group against all colored races from 1980 to 2090 on antiquity earth. Quodarian’s Rape 0 case reconquering and subduing will seem like child’s play. SILTH sneaky skills and long subversive patterns won’t disappear overnight. The Three Musketeers masquerading as the Three Gian Assassins won’t cut it this time. Massive blood spillage awaits a so-called negotiated merger between Quo and SILTH. Only the combined bludgeon of OGR and Quo would suffice to truly integrate Galans and SILTH into Quodarian values and beliefs.
She spun her leopard-spot office chair ten degrees. Her attention focused away from dancing Queen Morah’s imprinting Lord Tweezer. Lady Lomara checked another screen running at the same time. She picked up her joystick and rolled the old nanotechs around King Tweezer’s study room. The books on Lani Sweet and Sour Melons: Their History and Cultivation served her well. Lord Tweezer doesn’t know how the cooking staff read his mind, she laughed to herself. Yes, secret technology can make one appear the magician extraordinary. Lord Tweezer relaxed more and more each day. Another delicacy from his homeland, another piece of history he admires on Heraldry, again and again, she feed things to tell the cooking staff to tell Queen Morah to woo this bad seed king. And it was working. Queen Morah nudged him in this political direction; making him avoid making obvious connections to unifying with the Gians. Lady Lomara did not engage in fantasies. She thought out loud, I know SILTH scoured every writing, writing in the margins of books, unread books, piece of paper, financial document, notebook, bags of discarded trash, closets, PDA, computer information all, all of it data mined into huge computer dossier files on the Sheep in Galan Congress and media and entertainment, anyone SILTH thought influencial enough to cause trouble. Those idiots don’t even know, even the low level Congress and Senator member of SILTH, even the Aristocracy of Galan have no clue what SILTH is doing inside their own country. SILTH can kill or stifle or warp debate on any issue it wants, whenever it wants. Galans think they have a Commander in Chief. ‘Scare your own citizen’s first. That is how you build a powerful nation. Dominate your own citizens with sneaky dirty tricks from within your nation. Then fill your citizens’ minds with threats from outside the nation’s borders,’ said the fourth world ruler who didn’t last more than 100 days. Yeah right, Hitler, Slaveholders, and Colonist all said the same, earlier. Christians believed anyone going against their aims were Satina driven, demonic, evil. Make the evil people give up their own Goddesses and Gods. O how easy to galvanize a new nation, to build national empire by scaring your own newly minted citizen’s first. This is not a new mass Improper Psychological manner of ruling. Guide the Sheep down the paths to be sheared or slaughtered for meat for the Galan greater society. Quodarian await the same fate. If we allow it! Damn Cyborg! He turned into a Cyborg to take back his own country! At least, he’s trying, at least he’s not completely stupid—I have to give him that. QSA must use their own technology to counter it and him. Who knows—Gian Secret Service (GSS) might even be sending Lord Tweezer thoughts. Maybe the link up is two ways, and he doesn’t know it. Plans within plans within plans!
On the other hand, Lady Lomara, loved to sift scenarios, if Quo conquers Galans and SILTH, a productive merger bringing a bright future for Quodarian awaits. She ran her nanotechs under his bed, desks, inside his closet. She viewed his clothes. His old riding saddle. His shield and arms. She zoomed in on old master portrait paintings from early Tinon days. Everything she catalogued, studied analyzed and fed to Chairman Mao’s computer for Jaine to do her own studying and extraction of useful data. Careful cultivation and observation as this bad seed grows that is the only way. Everyone and everything in his palace must be examined; she reminded herself. So much work, so little time. She clicked and clicked, dragged pictures and pressed download. It would be a long night.
End Chapter 42.
Don’t you find it interesting Intelligence Services never lie?
If you find something, organization, person, group that never lies,
I tell you the thing is Satina driven, demonic, full of ego driven Shadow Selves.
Even the Goddess and Gods won’t tell the entire truth, if they have a good reason
To avoid it. Does this mean people should lie? Absolutely not!
But lying is at times unavoidable. Who dies out from this earth without ever lying?
ANOTHER DESTROYED AND MISSING PROPHECIES OF THE LAST PROPHET CE RECOVERED BY THE MEXICAN JUANA CHICHÉN INÉS ASSEMBLAGE POINT MYSTIC SCHOOL ITZÁ, REVEALED TO THE NINETY-YEAR-OLD QUEEN XI’IIN 490 YEAR OF HER REIGN BUT NEVER REVEALED TO THE PUBLIC.
Student: How often does SILTH lie about the truth?
Rolith: As often as we can. Secrecy cannot exist without lies.
--ROLITH, HEAD OF SILTH TO NEW RECRUITS
