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UI5- 18.ZIP - November 5, 1994 issue of The Undergr
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THE UNDERGROUND INFORMER
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Southern California's original BBS publication
written by and for BBS users -- Now in our 5th year!
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Saturday, November 5, 1994 Distributed free on your local BBS
Volume Five, Issue Eighteen © Copyright 1994 Celeste Dolan
(Whole Number 158) The Underground Informer
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Index
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|Column |Author |Page
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Celestial Reasonings.........................Editor........................[1]
Delta's Magic Bar: A.L.F. 2, Part 6-a........Delta 1.......................[2]
Delta's Magic Bar: A.L.F. 2, Part 6-b........Delta 1.......................[3]
Delta's Magic Bar: A.L.F. 2, Part 6-c........Delta 1.......................[4]
Star Trek: Preview...and Reminiscing.........SissyOp.......................[5]
Rush Limbaugh the Anti-Christ? part 2-a......Pip...........................[6]
Rush Limbaugh the Anti-Christ? part 2-b......Pip...........................[7]
Rush Limbaugh the Anti-Christ? part 2-c......Pip...........................[8]
Rush Limbaugh the Anti-Christ? part 2-d......Pip...........................[9]
Prop 187, Pete Z and the KKK.................from The Murph Zone..........[10]
Harrowing of the Gods 2: Chapter 10-a........StarStorm....................[11]
Harrowing of the Gods 2: Chapter 10-b........StarStorm....................[12]
BBS Happenings...............................UI Staff & Local Reporters...[13]
How to write to us, Sysop Info...and More!................................[14]
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Page 1
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Celestial Reasonings The Editor
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Welcome to another issue of the Underground Informer--a little late this
time due to circumstances beyond our control, but Murphy's Law catches up with
everyone from time to time. Included in this issue are two continuing
stories, the eighth chapter of Delta's "A.L.F. 2" Magic Bar serial and the
tenth chapter of StarStorm's "Harrowing of the Gods 2: Godkiller." Delta's
story is infused with the wacky charm that readers have come to expect from
him, and StarStorm is building a fantasy full of political intrigue and
murder.
The UI welcomes Courtney, known as SissyOp on her board, After Hours, to
this issue. She gives us a preview of the new Star Trek movie, due in
theaters later this month, and fondly reminisces about the original TV series
and its cast who were so much a part of her childhood.
Turning to matters political in this pre-election issue, Pip returns with
a very critical look at Rush Limbaugh. Pip's article focuses on the Limbaugh
TV program that aimed to "set the record straight" on the legacy of the Reagan
years. And on a more local level, "Sysop Dood" Bruce Murphy of The Murph Zone
BBS offers an excerpted discussion from his board's message bases dealing with
illegal immigrants and California's Proposition 187. Interesting reading.
And speaking of politics, I thought I should prepare now, given the
current state of mud-slinging electioneering in California, just in case I
should ever decide to run for public office. I have never hired any aliens,
either legal or illegal. That said--and I really don't have any political
aspirations--I am reminded of how odd that word "alien" has always seemed to
me, as if immigrants come here from Mars and Jupiter. Do you ever wonder, as
I do, how a word that can have such pejorative connotations is still in wide
use in these "politically correct" times? True, _Webster's Encyclopedic
Unabridged Dictionary of the English Language_ defines the noun as "one born
in or belonging to another country who has not acquired citizenship by
naturalization (distinguished from 'citizen')." But the word's other meanings
include "one who has been estranged or excluded," "a nonterrestrial being,"
and some of its adjectival senses, "strange; adverse; hostile." Is it any
surprise that many of us can view these people as outsiders completely
different from us when we call them by the name "aliens"? It's a word that
carries within itself a xenophobic, us-vs-them kind of thinking.
Perhaps I am especially sensitive to such issues because my own husband
is officially a "Resident Alien" (he's from India), although he wryly assures
me that his head won't be sprouting antennae anytime soon. Curious about how
it feels to be called "alien," I asked my husband if he knew of this usage
before he came to the U.S. He didn't, so I asked if he had any reaction upon
first hearing the term here in the States. "I thought it was quite rude," he
told me. That convinced me that I wasn't overreacting to the negativity the
word holds for me, and I believe the time has come for me to limit my own use
of the word to characters from Delta's Magic Bar stories.
Please exercise your right to vote on Tuesday, November 8. If you choose
not to vote, think about this: What right will you have to complain about
government and politicians if you failed to participate in the process? And
if you are voting in California, vote "no" on Proposition 187. We do need to
control illegal immigration, but this measure contains nothing that will do
so--nor can it have any effect on illegal immigrants' seeking Federal Welfare,
which is already against Federal law. Prop 187 is ugly, mean-spirited, and
likely unconstitutional; it should have no place in an enlightened and
civilized society.
--Celeste, the Editor
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
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Delta's Magic Bar Delta 1
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A.L.F. 2
Part 8
Copyright © 1994 Delta 1...
I'm told the greatest mystery of life is the meaning of life. Perhaps
for some this is true. Certainly most of us turn to our god for the answer at
some point in our lives. I had always thought the meaning of life would be
something different for everyone. While there is little reason for me to cast
aside this theory, I must say that being chased by the government, having a
talking green jackrabbit as companion, and being rescued by silver guys from
the planet Pongo sure puts a different spin on things. Perhaps that's why I
wasn't all that concerned when the silver guy announced on his way out the
door to get us lunch that he was about to blow up the Earth.
"So do you think he means it?" inquired the rabbit.
I thought about it a bit. "Yeah, he seems a nice guy. I'm sure he'll
bring us lunch," I said as something pricked at the edge of my memory.
"No, I mean about blowing up the Earth. Do you think he was joking?" the
rabbit ventured.
"I expect lunch will be something we can eat. I don't see their
poisoning us after rescuing us," I observed.
I almost had it, but it danced away from me again, a darting shadow there
at the edge of my mind, teasing me. "If they do blow up the planet, you're
never going to get laid again," taunted the rabbit.
The harder I tried to grasp the thought the quicker it slipped away. It
was just so damn frustrating. What was it the rabbit had said, something
about getting laid? "Look, you're really not my type, though I do appreciate
the offer," I stuttered. I'd never had a rabbit come on to me before. I
wasn't quite sure what to say, let alone how to tell what sex it was.
"And they call rabbits dumb bunnies," muttered the rabbit as the silver
guy pushed a cart of food into the room.
Lunch wasn't alien at all. In fact, it came from Burger King. A mental
picture of a flying saucer pulling up to the drive-through window flitted
through my mind while I set aside a large bag of French fries, unwrapped a
double cheeseburger, then removed the pickles and set them aside. "We find
your fast food to have an interesting flavor, but we are not sure it's at all
good for you. Still, you seem to like it," commented the silver guy as he
passed me a strawberry milkshake. I thought it over. He was probably right,
but then everything seemed bad for you these days. Hadn't someone just
released some kind of report on buttered popcorn?
I considered the salad the silver man set before the green rabbit. Sure,
it looked healthy, but within its bright green leaves were a number of
chemicals that sped its growth rate, helped keep the bugs from eating it, and
retarded the growth of molds. There might even be something on it to retard
spoilage. Did anyone really know the compound effects of these things on the
body? Was it all just a guessing game played with cancer rates? I watched as
the rabbit nibbled the green leaves, prodding a tomato out of the way as it
burrowed in seeking a tasty morsel. I took a bite of my burger. What the
hell, nobody lives forever.
I was inattentively munching on a French fry when the thought that had
been eluding me surfaced and hit me over the head with a sledgehammer. Bits
of French fry scattered across the room as I shouted, "They shot me!"
There were a lot of things I wasn't clear on that had taken place in the
missing week of my life. I still wasn't clear on most of them, but the image
of a fisherman in an underground complex who had ordered me shot to make a
rabbit talk suddenly leapt into my mind. "Why didn't you talk?" I shouted
accusingly at the rabbit.
"I thought he was bluffing and I knew he was crazy. Can't say I wanted
to end up spread across a laboratory table. Besides, it wouldn't have saved
you from being shot," commented the rabbit. I thought it over as I sipped my
milkshake. The rabbit did have a point.
(Continued on next page)
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Page 3
A.L.F. 2, Part 8 (continued from previous page)
Copyright © 1994 Delta 1...
"Time for the show." announced the silver man as a picture of the Earth
formed in my mind. It was as if a rich, deep blue ball tipped with white and
frosted with masses of gray and white cotton-like clouds had been painted on
black velvet. From the surface of the ball, varying shades of greens and
browns that I knew to be the outlines of continents peeped out from under the
cottony white masses. It seemed for a moment some rare jewel hung on the
bosom of the universe, and then it seemed to explode in a rain of bright
lights. "There goes the neighborhood," moaned the rabbit.
Like a swarm of angry bees, the lights danced across the surface of the
globe, obscuring it from sight. "This is the interesting bit," conveyed the
silver man as the motes of light swirled around the planet, blinked and went
out. "In the normal course of events, the planet should break up into rubble.
Its moon should slingshot off, perhaps attaching to another planet or smashing
into your sun. Now as your planet is sitting there untouched rather than
being reduced to cosmic rubble, I'd say we have a mystery here," lectured the
silver man.
"Let me see if I've got this right. You want me to help you destroy my
home and only planet?" I asked.
"If you've nothing better to do."
"And if I don't help you?"
"Well, we could have you for lunch."
"Oh."
"We're not going to eat you. You probably taste awful."
"Knowing I'm not the special of the day makes me feel much better. So
what strange and bitter torment awaits me if I don't help you out?"
"Well, in that case we really have only one option."
"What's that?"
"We will turn you over to your government. No doubt they will force you
to make love to Nancy Reagan."
The pit of my stomach threatened to leap out my throat and strangle me.
"So, how can I be of help?" I inquired.
"We need you to talk to your government as our liaison--under our
protection, of course."
"Will the government honor that?"
"If they try not to, just remind them they could be dinner," grinned the
silver man. Then he added, "Beam him down, Scotty."
I wanted to protest that I had just had lunch and shouldn't be beaming
anywhere, but it was too late. A sick feeling passed through me. As I became
solid again, I lurched for something to hold onto, grasped a blurry figure I
thought was a potted palm and tossed my cookies. "Well, I'm, umm, I'm not
gonna forget this soon, young man," muttered what I had taken to be potted
palm tree. Before I could even try to focus in on the speaker, a number of
blurs crashed into me, bore me to the floor, and started pounding on me. I
hoped someone was getting all this on video tape.
After being clubbed into submission, hog-tied, gagged, and frisked, they
dragged me down a long hallway and down a flight of stairs, then tossed me
into a lightless room and slammed the door. As if to clear up any doubt on
the subject of their feelings about me, speakers roared to life as Roseanne
Barr sang the greatest disco hits of the '70s to me. Clearly I was in the
grip of nasty, mean and utterly cruel people without any redeeming qualities
whatsoever.
After a time that seemed like ages when perceived through a haze of pain
and the endless mental assault of singing that sounded far too much like chalk
on a blackboard, they came to get me. My vision was still blurry and I
couldn't seem to focus well on forms. I hoped it was just a side effect of
the beaming and not from one of the thousand points of light they beat into my
head.
(Continued on next page)
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Page 4
A.L.F. 2, Part 8 (continued from previous page)
Copyright © 1994 Delta 1...
I was dragged down a hallway and into a shower room. There I was
stripped, handcuffed again, both hands and feet, and left on a tile floor.
Someone barked an order and the cold water was turned on; they left me under
the nozzle for a long time. I guess they didn't like the way I smelled. I
know I'd managed to empty my stomach and my bladder, and perhaps other things
as well as I waited in the room. At last someone turned the hot water on, and
my body shuddered at the change. Still dripping, I was placed in a light blue
jump suit, my hands were chained to my waist, and I was led away down a
hallway and up a flight of stairs.
Every time I stumbled, I was dragged for a few yards and then set on my
feet and shoved forward. The process was repeated until we reached an office.
I was lead in like a dog on a leash and roughly thrust into a chair. Seated
at a desk in front of me was a figure that slowly resolved into that of a man.
I strained to focus on his features. With a great effort I managed to bring
them into focus. "Well, I want to know how you got in here before I have you
shot as a traitor," greeted the ex-president.
"I am here as the representative of an alien race from the planet Pongo,"
I blurted out.
"Well, that's nice. Perhaps if we pull your fingernails out, you'll tell
us all about those commie pinko space alien slime," quipped the man that some
had called Raygun.
"If I am harmed, you'll be served up for lunch by my powerful masters," I
ventured. The lights went off, then a strange light flickered on the wall in
front of me. A picture started.
"SDI, the American defense system of the future," it stated in big bright
letters as the deathstar exploded in the background. A starship seemed about
to fly out of the picture as a voice announced, "Star Wars, the state-of-the-
art defense system for the year 2001, brought to you by the people who removed
the threat of that commie menace and made the world a safer place to be."
Then the light flared and died away.
"Sir, the bulb has gone out. I'll have to order a replacement," stated
someone in the darkness.
"Well, I'll just have to show you what your evil commie left-wing liberal
pantywaist green-skinned slime balls from the planet Pongo will have to
defeat," intoned the ex-president. I was yanked from the chair and led across
the hallway and down to a room with a blue door. They opened the door and
shoved me into the room. I looked up at the ex-president as he pointed to a
table covered with a black cloth. "SDI, America's first line of defense," he
beamed as he pulled the cloth back from the table like a magician performing a
trick. The only thing I could see was a small button set flush with the level
of the table.
"Well, I see you're impressed, and you should be. You look upon the most
advanced defense system ever dreamed up in the mind of man. A system so
fiendishly simple that it would horrify the man in the street if word of it
ever leaked out," praised the ex-president.
It looked like a simple switch to me. What's it do?" I asked.
"Well, it connects every nuclear bomb to every other nuclear bomb. With
a touch of a button, I can turn the world into a wasteland, devoid of life and
unable to ever support it again. Mine is the power of life and death; I am
its master. The touch of my finger will bring about the end of the world,"
ranted the ex-president in reply.
During the speech, his fingers caressed the button as if he were stroking
the flesh of a lover. I wanted to have him committed, locked away for good
and forgotten, for he was clearly insane. Perhaps he had always been so.
"Let your commie pinko alien green slime slugs come. All they will get is a
dead planet," laughed the ex-president as his finger stabbed at the button.
"Watch it, Mac, that finger's getting too damn personal," stated the
green rabbit as it appeared out of thin air and sat on the red button.
"It speaks!" gasped the ex-president as he backed away.
The rabbit looked him over. "Say, you look like the warthog that
barbecued my cousin Vinnie," it said in a less-than-friendly tone.
"It's a killer rabbit. Carter was right. It's a plot led by alien space
bunnies to take over the United States. I must save us!" called the ex-
president as he swept the rabbit from the table and pushed the red button.
A.L.F. 2, Part 9, coming to the next UI
They say the sun will go nova at some point in the far distant future.
Unless they slipped up and put the decimal point in the wrong place, thus
causing the unexpected to happen a bit sooner, you can expect to see A.L.F. 2,
Part 9 in about two weeks. If the unexpected does happen, I may be a few days
late.
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
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Star Trek: Preview of the New Movie...and Reminiscing
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[Ed. Note: Thanks to Courtney, SissyOp 1 of After Hours BBS, for this preview
(based on a reading of the script) of the new Star Trek movie, which is due in
theaters later this month. A word of warning to those who do not want to know
what happens in the movie before seeing it for themselves: a few key plot
elements are revealed in this story.]
This is a FUN and mentally challenging script. That is, it opens up the
mind to new ideas about death and the hereafter...and the here and NOW.
I think the premise of this movie is the one that Shatner originally
wanted to explore in his stupid Star Trek V, where Sybok searched for God.
And YES indeed, Shatner dies in this flick--early on, in fact, but due to the
fun exploration of the Nexus/etherworld, Shatner reappears to assist Picard in
changing history.
It doesn't matter to fans that we know Kirk dies--not even that we have
the script and know EXACTLY how he dies--it will be GRAND to see it unfold in
all its visual splendor November 20th with the AFTERHOURS Trek to see Star
Trek Generations.
For those of you that don't want to wait to see which of the two
generation's characters are in the movie, here is the cast.
Of the old geriatric crowd: Kirk (remember Shatner is 63 years old--in
pretty good shape for a fat, old man), Scotty and Chekov. Scotty and Chekov
have very stunted parts and only in the very first part of the flick; they
fade out very quickly. This is a shame, as it would have been nice to see
Sulu, Uhura, Bones, and yes, Spock. But I think the film budget couldn't
afford the hefty price of all the old group, and Nimoy was only doing the last
few movies as a favor to Sulu, Uhura and Chekov, knowing that without his
presence the rest wouldn't get to make money. Nimoy has grown past Spock and
really hasn't wanted to act the part in years. Only a deal to allow him to
direct really sealed his presence in the past...ahhh wellll.
Of the New Generation, most, if not all are present. Hence, the promise
for you STNG fans of more movies by them to come, especially since their
series was cancelled by Paramount even though it was still pulling in higher
ratings than any of the studio's other syndicated shows. Picard, Worf, Data,
Geordi, Crusher, Riker, Guinan, Troi--all are there.
The villain is played by Malcolm McDowell, and a fine job he does from
the promos I have seen.
Even knowing Kirk's demise, I teared up as I read the part in the script
where he gasped his last breath. But then I think it was more from knowing
that the upbeat series from my childhood of "Journeys where no man has gone
before" had played its final chapter, and now the closure of my generation's
youth has seen its final onscreen adventure. Now when I talk to younger
generations, they will have quizzical looks on their faces when I speak about
the excitement we felt as kids, to weekly see the space adventures of the
Starship Enterprise. And even the old computer games of the Kobayashi Maru
will be unknown and obsolete, gathering dust in some floppy storage case, as
the kids of today pull out the fast and flashy CD-ROM games of Doom 2 and
beyond.
Well, time for me to close a chapter here and settle back for a Nexus
dream of Space... the Final Frontier Where No Man [only us women, hehe]
Has Gone Before....
So long, Kirk. It was nice flying about the continuum with you. See you
in the Nexus....
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
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Rush Limbaugh the Anti-Christ?
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Part 2
By Pip...
Last time I suggested in jest that someone should play Rush Limbaugh's
tapes backwards and see if anything that sounds vaguely satanic pops up. It's
been two weeks, and I can't help but wonder if anyone has played Rush
Limbaugh's tapes backwards and if anything that sounds vaguely satanic has
popped up.
We start with a review of the Reagan years by Rush Limbaugh as seen on
the Rush Limbaugh TV show and praised by ex-President Ronald Reagan in a note
to Rush that was read on the Rush Limbaugh TV show. In order to keep a
reasonable pace, I will skip Rush's customary opening insults and get right to
the meat of the show.
I've decided to leave out the opening act. It basically consisted of a
speech by Clinton on the state of our economy, a speech whose points Rush
elaborated on in his standard blow-it-out-of-proportion way. For his next
trick, Rush proved that Reagan-Bush won by a landslide in their first bid for
election. Rush touted this fact highly without consideration to the factors
giving rise to this landslide. Let's face it: when the other guy isn't going
all out to run for office since he's trying to cope with Iran as he promised,
this landslide isn't the big deal Rush makes it seem.
And now I'll allow Rush to take the floor.
"My friends I am jazzed, I should have done this show two years ago when
we started. We?re going to lead off with here with the economy. The
President and the Democrats try to make you think the economy of the 1980s is
the absolute worst it's been since the Great Depression, when it has been the
best it ever has been since the Great Depression in the 1980s. We want to
lead off here with three separate cuts from President Reagan's inaugural
address in January of 1981. You compare this man and his vision for America
to what we've gotten recently, and see if your heart's not moved."
Reagan Cut Number 1:
"It does require, however, our best effort and our willingness to believe
in ourselves and our capacity to perform great deeds--to believe that together
with God's help, we can and will resolve the problems which now confront us.
And after all, why shouldn't we believe that? We are Americans."
Pip here:
I like this clip. It's very upbeat, but that's all it is. There is no
stated goal. It's just a pep talk, a sound byte to make you feel good.
Rush: "Cut number two from the same address. All right, what are the
problems we face? See if you don't love this."
Reagan Cut Number 2:
"The economic ills we suffer have come upon us over several decades.
They will not go away in days, weeks or months, but they will go away. They
will go away because we as Americans have the capacity now, as we had in the
past, to do whatever needs to be done to preserve this last and greatest
bastion of freedom. In this present crisis, government is not the solution to
our problems; government is the problem."
Rush winked and went on to say, "All I want you to do when you listen to
these clips we have for you today is contrast that to what you're hearing
today, the doom-and-gloom crisis creation of the liberal Democratic wing of
the Democratic Party. How were we going to get over this problem of the
economic malaise that Reagan inherited from Jimmy Carter? Just as a reminder,
here's what Reagan thought we ought to do."
Pip back at ya:
I can't define what these economic ills were from Reagan's statement. I
have to go back to the campaign and look at what he was saying they were. In
doing so, I must say that the single greatest economic ill he spoke of was the
national debt and the need for balancing the budget. In fact, this was the
cure-all he hung his promises on, and it was a cure never delivered.
What it was that we needed to do to overcome these ills is no better
defined than the ills themselves. Let's read the line again where he tells us
what to do to overcome these ills: "They will go away because we as Americans
have the capacity now, as we had in the past, to do whatever needs to be done
to preserve this last and greatest bastion of freedom."
Sure sounds good, but it lacks something--like direction, like a goal,
like a plan. Nor are we or were we the last bastion of freedom as the line
implies. It's a wonder of feather-puffing with a nice touch on national
pride, but it stops there as Reagan lays the blame for these ills on
government in his next line: "In this present crisis, government is not the
solution to our problems; government is the problem." Drop the first four
words, and what's left is nothing you haven't heard a million times before.
Wouldn't it be more helpful to say *how* government is the problem and how
*your* being elected to head the problem is going to cure it?
"In this present crisis..." Those are Reagan's words. Tell me, are
things better for you today than they were in 1980? Is that pesky $1 trillion
debt resolved, are your taxes lower, your standard of life better? That is
the only true test of history. The rest is just window dressing and political
games. As far as leadership goes, Reagan might as well have danced a jig.
Reagan Cut Number 3:
"It is time to re-awaken this industrial giant, to get government back
within its means, and to lighten our punitive tax burden. And these will be
our first priorities, and on these principals there will be no compromise."
(Continued on next page)
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Page 7
Rush Limbaugh the Anti-Christ? Part 2 (continued from previous page)
By Pip...
Pip leaping in again:
Again this sounds great, but the fact is it's not what Reagan did. We
didn't open new markets to our goods, and if re-awakening this industrial
giant means closing out the steel industry and selling off the remains, then
I'm missing how this novel theory was intended to work. The short-term
recovery sponsored by Reagan was done through a defense buildup. One has to
ask, given the failure rate of the steel mills, who we bought the steel used
in American weapons from. Could it be Japan?
A lovely speech indeed, or should I say a lovely series of highlights of
a speech edited to prove a point? As a speech, it's a very nice bit of flag-
waving. To be sure, it's a credit to the speech writer's skill and the
actor's ability who delivered it. As to its being proof that these promises
were fulfilled, well, that's like saying the movie "The Green Berets" proves
that we won in Viet Nam.
Rush picking up from the end of the Reagan speech:
"And there wasn't [compromise], folks. We had a massive, 25 percent
across-the-board tax rate reduction. It took three years to implement it, and
it led to an unbridled period of growth that has been the single strongest and
most prolonged recovery coming out of a recession since World War II. I have
a little paragraph I want you to read along with me. It's from the Heritage
Foundation's 'Issues '94' booklet, and it's a synopsis of the accomplishments
of the Reagan administration. 'Reagan implemented deep, across-the-board tax
cuts, across-the-board domestic spending cuts, de-regulation, and sound
monetary policies to restrain inflation. Reagan implemented these policies
quickly, and the economic boom that resulted created more than 21 million new
jobs.'
"Remember what you heard president Clinton say. Let's look at some
numbers; let's take a look at how these jobs break down. If I can see the
first chart: job creation by administration and income level. This will
compare Carter and the first term of Reagan. The categories are under $7,000
a year, between $7,000 and $28,000 a year and over $28,000 a year."
This is the chart he?s talking about:
Job Creation by Administration
and Income Level
(1984 Dollars)
Percentage of jobs created paying:
Under $7,012- Over
$7,012 $28,048 $28,048
Carter
1977-80 41.77% 68.2% -9.9%
Reagan
1980-84 6.0% 46.2% 46.1%
Source: Joint Economic Committee based on data from Bureau of Labor
Statistics, U.S. Department of Labor
OK, now back to Rush:
"Look at the Carter line. In his term he created 41 percent of the jobs
under $7,000 a year; he created 68 percent of the jobs between 7 and 28. Look
what happened after 28: we lost 10 percent of those jobs. Now look at
Reagan's numbers. Follow the line here; 1980 to '84 first term is what we'll
look at. All those jobs under $7,000--only 6 percent of the jobs Reagan
created fall into that category, and yet everybody says Reagan created only
cheap little hamburger-flipper jobs. Now follow me on down: middle class
income $7,000 to $28,000 a year, 46 percent of the jobs. And look at over
$28,000 a year; 46 percent of the jobs Reagan created fall into that category.
When you hear that all Reagan did was create a bunch of cheap little flipper
jobs, it isn't true. Compared to Carter, the United States was much better
off under Reagan.
Pip again:
OK something isn't right here, lets look at the chart again now that you
have had a chance to hear how Rush used it. I think I'll make a few notes.
Job Creation by Administration
and Income Level
(1984 Dollars) [Could this affect the totals?]
Percentage of jobs created paying:
Under $7,012- Over
$7,012 $28,048 $28,048
Carter
1977-80 41.77% 68.2% -9.9%
How interesting. You add 41.77 and 68.2 and you get 109.97 percent.
Isn't 100 percent the standard? Let's see now, 109.97 minus 9.9 gives
us...why, its 100.07 percent, just 0.7 percent over 100 percent of all the
jobs created. How very odd. Perhaps that's where the 1984 dollars come in.
I wonder how this chart changes when one uses the 1980 dollar as the standard?
Reagan
1980-84 6.0% 46.2% 46.1%
Stranger still, the Reagan line adds up to 98.3 percent, so 1.7 percent
is missing.
(Continued on next page)
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Page 8
Rush Limbaugh the Anti-Christ? Part 2 (continued from previous page)
By Pip...
Now about those burger-flipper jobs. Well, this chart is rather lacking
in more than one area. OK, let's define a burger-flipper job as a job paying
around minimum wage. To see where this fits in, we do the numbers at $4.25 an
hour, eight hours a day, five days a week, 52 weeks a year. Hmm, the minimum-
wage job paid $8,840 a year. Clearly, this job fits in the 46.2 percent
middle-class area Rush says are not burger-flipper jobs. Of course, we can't
tell how much of the 46.2 percent from this chart is taken up by that job
base, but that's how Rush wanted it or you'd have seen another chart.
Nor can we tell what the numbers of jobs are that Reagan created. During
this time slot, the computer revolution burst into full flower. New jobs were
blooming everywhere, and many of them fit into the over-$28,000 area. But
these jobs came about as part of a process already in place; they had nothing
to do with Reagan or his plan. Had Kermit the Frog been president, these jobs
would have come at that time.
Another little trick here is that Rush is only showing you the 1980-84
numbers; we have not seen the '85-89 numbers. Given the Reagan tax hike, his
removing tax shelters, and his shifting taxes from federal to local and state
governments coupled with defense cutbacks, those numbers should be quite
interesting. Given Clinton's statement, and that we are not allowed to see
these numbers, and that the point of this show was to play up how great the
Reagan years were--along with the fact that these years *are* shown in his
other charts, which contain the same four years of Carter versus eight years
of Reagan--you can be very sure that these numbers were left out for a reason.
Back to Rush:
"Now let's look at the total tax burden. That's next because Clinton and
his gang love to point out that only the rich got a tax break; the rich got a
tax break and didn't share any of their new-found wealth with the middle class
and the poor, and so the country became immensely unfair. Take a look at this
breakdown. Here's a history of the Reagan years, 1981 through '88."
Let me put his chart up:
Share of Federal Income Taxes Paid by Income Groups, 1981/1988
Fiscal Year Top 5% Wage Earners Bottom 50% Wage Earners
1981 35% 8%
1988 46% 6%
Source: Richard McKenzie, What Went Right in the 1980's, p. 277: Christopher
Frenze, The Federal Income Tax Burden, 1981-1987. Joint Economic Committee 90.
Resuming with Rush:
"In 1981 the top 5 percent of wage earners paid 35 percent of the total
tax burden, and this is when Reagan took office, and the bottom 50 percent of
wage earners only paid 8 percent of the total tax burden. Now look at after
Reagan when the rich tax rate went down. In 1988 when he leaves office, the
top 5 percent of wage earners pay 46 percent of the tax burden, an 11 percent
increase, and the bottom 50 percent of the wage earners in America had their
share of the tax burden drop. Now I... Leave the chart up for just a second
there, Chet. When Reagan took office in '81, the top marginal rate was 70
percent, and when he left office in '88, the top marginal rate was 31 percent.
And yet with that tax rate reduction, the rich ended up paying a larger share
of the total tax burden, so don't believe this stuff about the wealthy and
their unfair cuts and tax breaks they got, because even to this day they are
paying, the top 5% are paying 44 percent of the total tax burden.
Pip here yet again:
Now to go over these indisputable facts. Hmm, this chart needs filling
in.
First, this is how Rush wants you to see it:
Share of Federal Income Taxes Paid by Income Groups, 1981/1988
Fiscal Year Top 5% Wage Earners Bottom 50% Wage Earners
1981 35% 8%
1988 46% 6%
This is the same chart with a few blanks filled in:
Share of Federal Income Taxes Paid by Income Groups, 1981/1988
Fiscal Year Top 5% Wage Earners Missing 45% Bottom 50% Wage Earners
1981 35% 57% 8%
1988 46% 48% 6%
Rate of change +11% -9% -2% Total 0%
It's the same numbers; I've just filled in the blanks.
This seems to support Rush, but wait a second. What else did he say? Ah
yes, let me quote him.
"When Reagan took office in '81, the top marginal rate was 70 percent,
and when he left office in '88, the top marginal rate was 31 percent. And yet
with that tax rate reduction, the rich ended up paying a larger share of the
total tax burden, so don't believe this stuff about the wealthy and their
unfair cuts and tax breaks they got, because even to this day they are paying,
the top 5 percent are paying 44 percent of the total tax burden."
(Continued on next page)
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Page 9
Rush Limbaugh the Anti-Christ? Part 2 (continued from previous page)
By Pip...
Wait a second, something is missing here. The chart clearly shows an 11
percent addition onto the tax burden of the top 5 percent of tax-paying wage
earners. Rush states that the top marginal rate was reduced from 70 to 31
percent; that's a drop of 39 percent. I'm willing to credit the IRS with a
lot of things, but honestly this takes black magic. OK, in 1981 you pay 70%
in tax you keep 30 percent, that's 100 percent total. In 1988, you pay 31
percent tax and keep 69 percent; this too is 100 percent. Yet our friend the
chart shows an 11 percent increase in tax burden. Methinks there's a bit of
trickery here. Let's drag that chart out again.
Share of Federal Income Taxes Paid by Income Groups, 1981/1988
Fiscal Year Top 5% Wage Earners Missing 45% Bottom 50% Wage Earners
1981 35% 57% 8%
1988 46% 48% 6%
Rate of change +11% -9% -2% Total 0%
Oh I see, this chart is only good for wage earners. So it seems we don't
have a full picture here after all. For example, corporate profits or capital
gains wouldn't be defined as wages, thus are not included in this chart at
all.
The point that Rush is making here is that the top 5 percent of the wage
earners pay 46 percent of the tax burden. This really isn't anything new.
The most tax is paid by those most able to pay. These people earn more wages,
make more use of the services these taxes pay for, and thus pay a greater
share. This chart is sadly lacking a few things, though. One nice factor
left out is the actual amounts of income earned by these groups. Another is
how this share of the tax burden fits in with the other shares.
In his statement, Rush freely compares apples to watermelons to prove his
point. It's the only way you can show on one hand a 39 percent tax cut for
the same group you're showing an 11 percent tax increase for--if, in fact,
they are the same group.
Back to Rush:
"Now one more chart I want to show you. This is what happened to
inflation during these horrible '80s."
Inflation
Annual Change in Consumer
Fiscal Year Price Index
1980 13.5
1984 4.3
1988 4.1
Source: Economic Report of the President, Jan. 1993, Table 13-59, p. 462
Rush explains the chart:
"In 1980, the last year of the Carter administration, inflation was
13.5%. After four years of Reagan, it was down to 4.3%, and after 1988 when
he left office, it was at 4.1%--and this is after the strongest recovery of
all nine recoveries since World War II. Now if the Democrats want to run
against all this, if they really think they can improve on this, let them
try."
Pip once more:
I think the idea was to cut inflation while balancing the budget and
reducing the national debt, not to cause a tripling of the national debt while
paying lip service to balancing the budget. It's more than likely that the
greatest cause of the drop in the inflation rate was the surging growth of the
microcomputer industry. Look at the numbers for the second term under Reagan.
Yeah, we have a 0.2 percent drop in inflation: a 9.2 percent drop in the
inflation rate in his first four years and a 0.2 percent drop in his second
term. The 9.2 percent drop comes as the computer industry growth booms, and
the 0.2 percent drop comes as the same industry maximizes and levels out.
Still want to credit this process to Reagan? I'd say there were other forces
at work here that he's being credited with.
Tell you what: if everything was so wonderful, let's have Rush prove it
by taking a walk through Central Park alone at night. Hey, it's been two
years since Bush was voted out of office. If things were so great under
Reagan, and Bush did little more than follow the Reagan party line, then job
creation should have been up and unemployment down when Bush left office.
Logically, crime, interest rates, inflation, the price you pay for goods and
services, and the national debt should have been down. The dollar should have
enjoyed a higher exchange rate in foreign markets, the stock market should
have been booming, and our export rate should have been up. This is the type
of prosperity Rush so glowingly credits to Ronald Reagan.
If this is true, then what is it that everyone is so upset about today?
If we had this wonder era of prosperity under Reagan as Rush states, then what
happened to it? Why isn't it still with us? The simple truth is that Rush
didn't tell you everything. I doubt you'll find many failed family farmers or
out-of-work steel industry workers that agree with his statements.
To be sure, Rush had much more to say. I will deal with it next time in
Part 3, where the proof of the Reagan greatness falls flat on its face.
Pip from the darker side of sanity...
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Page 10
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Prop 187, Pete Z, and the KKK
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Submitted by Bruce Murphy
Sysop Dood, The Murph Zone BBS
Studio City, CA
Here in California, there is a Proposition on the November 8th ballot
that makes it illegal for non-citizens to collect welfare and other benefits
from the state. [Ed. Note: Proposition 187 would also prevent illegal
immigrants from obtaining medical benefits and keep the children of such
immigrants out of public schools.]
While on the SURFACE this may seem like a reasonable idea, the fine print
allows anyone to turn in to law enforcement agencies anyone whom they even
suspect of being in this country illegally.
Still not that big of a deal, you say? Add that those who turn in these
people can do so anonymously and without fear of recrimination, and you have a
police state happening right here in these United States. Well, OK, so we've
already got a great start at that after 12 years of Reagan and Bush, but we
still have SOME rights left....
To top that, in the last few days, a message thread has appeared on my
BBS that has me up in arms. The following is the thread as it appears on The
Murph Zone.
[Ed. Note: The following posts have not been edited.]
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To : Sysop Dood
From: Peter Zsolnay
Subj: My Farewell To DEA And The 'Barrel... (Ref. is 00546)
Date: 04 Nov 94 @ 01:15 pm
SD> Hmmmm.... Then you are saying that there are millions of Mexicans
SD> who mass at the border each night, just to get into the US where
SD> they can do nothing but kick back, get free benefits, and make
SD> babies... Is that about it?
SD> Sorry, but that ain't so... If it were, INS would be out of a
SD> job... Just because it's illegal to do something hasn't stopped
SD> people from doing whatever the illegality is... Business owners do
SD> it to keep their product competetive with cheap imports... They pay
SD> sweat shop wages to those who CAN'T complain, under the table so
SD> there isn't a paper trail...
In that case, I hereby invite you to go down to your local Welfare
office and scope out the situation for yourself. Count the number of
caucasian people and the number of hispanics.. I'd be willing to bet
that the number of hispanics outnumbers the number of white people
standing in line..
Pete
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To : Peter Zsolnay
From: Sysop Dood
Subj: Illegals On Welfare (Ref. is 00574)
Date: 05 Nov 94 @ 08:57 am
Two questions:
1) Why were YOU down at the Welfare office? Sucking on the
Governmental Teat again, Pete?
2) Just curious - how many green cards did you check? Just because
they are Hispanic does NOT mean they are illegal aliens!
BTW, are you aware that LA has the highest number of Hispanics in
the WORLD second only to Mexico City? That combined with the
nature of business to hire anglo's over other minorities makes for a
real accurate solution to your problem...
B
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To : Sysop Dood
From: Peter Zsolnay
Subj: Illegals On Welfare (Ref. is 00577)
Date: 05 Nov 94 @ 12:09 am
1.) I was down there with a friend.. she needed a ride.. I do not
collect welfare, nor do I care to.. I *DO* have my pride..
2.) None.. However, these people LOOK like they were fresh over the
border (and sometimes even smelled like it too). The majority of them
couldn't even speak a little tiny bit of english.
Then again, I didn't see the welfare people checking for green cards
either..
Pete
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To : Peter Zsolnay
From: Indranil Mookherjee
Subj: Illegals On Welfare (Ref. is 00578)
Date: 05 Nov 94 @ 06:48 am
How do illegals smell Pete?
What is the deal? You sign a piece of paper from the US Government, and
your odor disappears?
How come this is the country with the largest sales of deodorant
products?
You know Pete, there are two ways to answer your bigoted bs. One is to
go into rant mode, call you an ignorant fool, question your heritage,
go into rhapsody about the irrefutable evidence of a rather dwindling
IQ on your part and so on. The second way is to try to argue with you,
give you facts. Refute your assertions. I am not very sure that you are
capable of understanding the logic that is apparent in an argument. The
only sense you have shown is a keen sense of smell. So I will do none
of the above.
Instead, let's just call you bigoted. And end this puerile conversation.
Thanks for listening. Use your ears Pete, your nose doesn't do any
argument justice.
Indro
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To : Indranil Mookherjee
From: Peter Zsolnay
Subj: Illegals On Welfare (Ref. is 00580)
Date: 05 Nov 94 @ 06:54 pm
For what it's worth Indro, people who are from south of the border
often times haven't had a chance to get up to speed on our rather self
concious hygene rituals. People who've been here have a long time have
been sold on the idea of daily bathing AND purchasing vast volumes of
anti-perspirants and deodorants. If you doubt me, just tune into your
favorite commercial TV station and count the number of ads for various
soaps, bath bars, feminine hygene products, baby powders, deodorants,
anti-perspirants, and a whole plethora of other related products
including, but not limited to perfumes, after shave lotions, etc, et
al, ad nauseum.
When you've got someone who doesn't practice the same sort of hygene
that we've been taught (by Madison Ave, among others) to do, then they
kinda stick out like a sore thumb. Sorry.. No racism is intended. Just
plain and SIMPLE facts.
Pete
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To : Peter Zsolnay
From: Sysop Dood
Subj: Illegals On Welfare (Ref. is 00578)
Date: 05 Nov 94 @ 08:04 am
Pete, I have a suggestion. If you aren't already a card carrying
member of the KKK, you should be... They welcome that kind of
thinking[?]...
Oh, and if you bothered to look, they would have been asking for
SOME kind of identification - NO government agency does a thing
unless they have you identified 17 ways from Sunday...
As to being too proud to draw welfare, there are many people who
can't find work for one reason or another and HAVE to have money to
survive... Sure, it's easy to have pride when you can live at home
with your parents - it's not so easy when you have noone to turn
to...
Yessir... Back Prop 187! It's sponsored by people who think like
Pete...
B
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I'm a firm believer in the Constitution of these United States.... Many
people like Pete claim to be so as well, but they conveniently forget some of
the important rights afforded ALL individuals when it suits them.
Let's not forget that a person is GUARANTEED to be INNOCENT until proven
guilty in this country. That is one of the laws that sets us apart from so
many of the other countries around the globe. We do NOT need another police
state on this planet.
Freedom is something that applies to all. Curtailing it to any one
individual or group makes this country no better than Hitler's Germany.
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Page 11
-=[] HARROWING OF THE GODS 2 []=-
G O D K I L L E R
Copyright © 1994 StarStorm
The Story so far...
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One hundred years before the Age of Ascension, there was a time when the
oldest of the Second Heavenly Host was but a child in his immortal life, still
learning the ways and means of godhood so that, in time, he might ultimately
lead his divine generation into the new age. Northwyn was free of the cares
of rule, for all such questions and burdens fell to the shoulders of his
father, the Kai, Arayas. Northwyn's days were, instead, filled with the
lessons of the universe, taught to him by the brothers and sisters of his
parents. He was occupied with learning the fundamental powers of the universe
and the faces of creation even before he would ascend to his true role as Lord
of the Heavens.
It was little wonder, then, that when confronted with the prospect of an
expansive lecture from the Mountain Lord, Dro'Naya, Northwyn would seek out a
chance to escape to the wiles of the world of mortals, Baudea. And so he did,
eluding the young offspring of the Guardian of Chantanea, Quixot, at every
opportunity, until at last, Northwyn had secured his privacy to properly seek
excitement.
When a faint prayer, borne on the winds, reached his ear, Northwyn
decided that there would be his excitement -- to seek out and fulfill the
prayers of the voice he could scarcely discern. Thus did he find himself
sitting in the window of the mournful Na'vayn Zaer. When Northwyn explained
his intentions, Na'vayn declared that his prayer was merely the result of
being lonely. Na'vayn, however, was a mage, whose child and wife had been
lost in an attack by daemons. As a mage, he was to be reviled by all those
who adhered to the ways of the Bah Achel.
Northwyn, however, was yet young, even for a god, and agreed to tarry
with Na'vayn for a while longer, in part to alleviate Na'vayn's loneliness,
but more to satisfy his own boredom. Quixot, in the meantime, continues his
pursuit for the godling, hoping he can find him before troubles ensue -- even
as Arayas Kai and Shaina learn of their son's absence from home and begin
their own search.
"And now is the 7th Year of Ascension."
Chapter 10
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"Honiir, attend us."
Neshava Romo, Temple Lord of Strozz, stiffened visibly and instinctively
at the address. Of all the lords in the heavens, only one god would use that
title -- Arayas Kai. Other lords might use the standard mortal appellation,
but only the lord of the gods would use her formal title.
She turned and bowed. "Arayas Kai tono'kopa nei. How may I be of
service to you?" Rising, she noticed the stern glare on the god's face and
discerned the source of the consternation. "Northwyn?"
"He has been missing from Chantanea for quite some time. He would have
come here, no doubt," Shaina said. "Have you seen him?"
"Certainly, my lords. Your son passed through here not more than a day
ago." Among the honors that being first among the devoted brought came the
responsibility of knowing and recording the various appearances and
incarnations of the gods on Baudea as one became aware of them. Further,
though, was the burden of being answerable to the Kai when questions of
locality came about. "I do not, however, know where he has gone. He was
followed here by young Quixot."
Arayas' hot temper shone radiantly across his tanned features and
furrowed brow. His muscles tensed and flexed spasmodically in a dance across
his chest and arms. Shaina, in contrast, remained as composed as ever. One
might even have thought the goddess to be the antithema of her sister, Renaud,
by all appearance. The two gods most unlikely to couple had successfully done
so only to sire the most aggravating of godlings.
"And neither gave you any indication as to what they intended to do
here?" Arayas fumed, bending forward across Shaina's interposing arm.
Neshava bowed humbly once more. "No, my Kai. I will initiate a search
immediately if that is your wish. The cavaliers and acolytes will find young
Northwyn quickly enough."
"Northwyn has yet to master the ability to walk amongst the mortalkin,
Temple Lord. He should be readily apparent to even the most lax of the
devoted," Shaina said, placing a solitary finger to Arayas' lips to quiet his
anger. "Do initiate the search at once while we survey this world from the
heavens."
"It shall be as you command, lord." Neshava rose and, receiving a nod of
dismissal from the Goddess of the Moon, departed to make plans for the search.
Shaina turned to Arayas, her deep violet eyes dispelling his fury into
silent acceptance. "Come, my Kai, and let us search for our child."
* * *
"This," Na'Vayn said, waving his hand out beyond the edge of the catwalk
upon which he stood, "is my garden. Here I have gathered a thousand plants
from all across the world so that I might study and understand them."
"Kalikatris would be proud. Is he your nemokai'as?" Northwyn asked,
peering over the catwalk edge at the mass of green foliage below him. He had
learned about a few of the plants from the Harvest Lord, but had never
actually committed them all to memory. Mostly, he knew the names ascribed by
the gods and a few of the mortal terms as well, but limited as his knowledge
might be, he'd defy any being -- god or mortal -- to name the thousand names
for the winds. "Your devotion must be quite high."
"Indeed," Na'Vayn said, a faint hint of sarcasm at the edge of his
voice. "Would you care for a closer look, young Skylord? I will take you
down to the --"
Na'Vayn's words, however, were cut short as the air in the hothouse
swirled about him, sweeping him from the catwalk with a mighty gust. Northwyn
hovered above the small copse of trees at the western edge of the chamber, and
together, the young god and his host descended to the dirt path that wound
throughout the garden area and out into the open grounds beyond the glass
wall.
"Impressive," Northwyn remarked as he inspected the bark of a nearby
tree. "You must be quite proud."
"I am. The garden is the source of a great deal of entertainment to me
in my daily routine." There was no harm in such a confession and a touch of
sincerity went a long way towards maintaining the godling's trust -- for his
plan required Northwyn's trust. If he was to return Arel to life, he would
need to learn the secrets of life and death from the gods themselves, and
Northwyn was integral to that lesson. "I come here in order to relax."
"You have such an odd collection, though." Northwyn's mind grasped at
the little information he had retained from his lessons with Kalikatris.
"This tree, for example -- its bark is a hallucinogen, isn't it? What do you
call it? Tharnyvine?"
(Continued on next page)
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Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Page 12
Harrowing of the Gods 2, Chapter 10 (continued from previous page)
Copyright © 1994 StarStorm
"That's correct."
"In Chantanea, we call it Con'Conivai -- Bringer of Visions," Northwyn
said, testing the limits of his knowledge.
Na'Vayn, however, was insulted. He could translate the ancient dialects
as well as any man -- better, perhaps, than most save for the most devoted of
scholars and scribes. To have this... k'nai translating the language of his
ancestors for him was nothing less than a slap to the face. And still,
Na'Vayn's expression remained impassive and distant.
"And that one there," Northwyn continued, pointing toward at a small
broadleafed plant several paces from the copse, its clusters of red berries
just reaching the height of ripeness between the leaf stems. "Isn't that a
Talii plant?"
"Yes. Its berries can be used to make certain poisons. Be assured,
young lord, that the berries of that particular Talii have never been used in
the creation of something so insidious." Na'Vayn would not admit that his
poisons were created from a different plant only a few feet beyond. The
conversation, though, was turning against him. "Let us return to the tour."
Northwyn inclined his head in acquiescence and followed his host from the
garden. Na'Vayn stopped in the central area where the stairwell descended
from the upper levels downward.
"The kitchen is there, beyond that wall. That is where my servants are
preparing dinner for us," he said, indicating a wall along the northeastern
edge of the garden. "We will eat once we have completed the tour, which
should happen soon."
"I do not need to eat in this incarnation."
Na'Vayn cast an awkward glance at his visitor. "What do you mean, you do
not need to eat while in this incarnation?"
Northwyn giggled impulsively, unaware of Na'Vayn's irritation at being
made to look ignorant. "I cannot eat as a statue. Only my essence is here --
not my body."
At last Na'Vayn's plans took formation. He knew what he needed to do.
All he had to be certain of was one thing, and that would be certain quickly
enough. Empirical data would win out after all, and he would at last be able
to restore Arel to life.
"What's beyond that door?" Northwyn asked, shifting the subject to
something more interesting.
"Oh, that is my sitting hall," Na'Vayn said as he approached the door.
"You will get to see it since we need to go inside to continue the tour."
Northwyn smiled and nodded as Na'Vayn opened the door to reveal the grand
chamber beyond. It was, by no means, a humble room, filled as it was with
golden decorations and pillars of marble, exquisite paintings and etchings.
At the far end of the hall, at the edge of rolling red velvet rug, was a
carving of silver, gold, and crystal, shaped as a tongue of flame with a
three-stepped dais at its base. "I use this hall to entertain my guests.
Most of these treasures were found in a cave near here. I believe they were
some ill-gotten booty or a dragon's horde or some such thing, but as I did not
know the true owner, I was obliged to keep them here until such time as they
might be claimed."
The godling's eyes narrowed for a moment. There was something in
Na'Vayn's story that did not ring true, although he could not be certain which
part. One thing he did know, however, was that his host was by no means a
humble farmer. No farmer of the devoted would maintain such a collection of
trinkets, nor would they go through the efforts of bringing plants from all
across the world to their home. Such things were unheard of. His gaze fell
upon his host for a moment, his pale blue eyes trying to pierce the facade
Na'Vayn had erected, but he could find nothing more revealing beneath the
surface.
"This way, young Northwyn," Na'Vayn said, indicating another door nearby.
"Our tour is almost over."
To be continued...
[The following list of characters is provided to help new readers of the
story. This list will be repeated with each chapter.]
Harrowing of the Gods 2: Godkiller -- Dramatis Personae
The First Heavenly Host The Second Heavenly Host
================================== ===================================
Arayas (Kai), The Sun Ashina, Goddess of Beauty & Fertility
Brenna, Goddess of the Seas Daynage, Goddess of Life
Dro'Naya, The Mountain Doppler, Lord of Laws and Justice
Guardian (Guardian of Chantanea) Evanea, Lord of the Harvest
Kalikatris, Lord of the Harvest Moon, Lord of Death
Kalista, Goddess of Wisdom and War Northwyn Kai, Lord of the Heavens
Kuahna'Kin, Lord of Fire Quixot (Guardian of Chantanea)
Nor, Fate, The Unseen One
Renaud, Goddess of Passions
Shaina, The Moon
The Nameless God, the Dark God
The Muses, The Messengers of Fate
The Third Heavenly Host
==================================
Den'Chai, Lord of Paradise
Ros-Loy, Ken'Wa (Sword of Den'Chai)
Jenira, Goddess of the Seasons
Jovee, Demi-god of Games
Mortals of Baudea (Past and Present) and the Creatures of Chaos
==========================================================================
Delta Wun, Temple Lord of Strozz Neshava Romo, Past Temple Lord
Donovan, father of the Ascendant Na'vayn Zaer, The Godkiller
Kallahr, Cavalier at Strozz Cinna Kei, Wife of Na'vayn Zaer
Kovan, Thief at Strozz Arel Zaer, Son of Na'vayn and Cinna
Se'an Eebau, Acolyte to Delta Wun
Serise, mother of the Ascendant Articia, Archsavant
The Prophesied Child (Ascendant)
Changeling Child, Ken'Wa Draksee, Oracle of Strozz (Dragon)
Heltheg, Servant to the Nameless God Ho, Keyman to the Oracle
uuSShhiik, Lord of the Ken'Wa
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Page 13
>> BBS HAPPENINGS <<
A Roundup of News and Special Events in the BBS Community
There seems to be a bit of a lull in the usually busy whirl of BBS social
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special holiday events. Be sure to watch this page for upcoming news of
holiday parties.
--> Dateline: Beeline BBS
--> Event: Karaoke Night at Dimples
Sing-along fun is promised for Saturday, November 19 at 8 p.m. when Beeline
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is open to all, including those under age 21 (with the warning that guests
will be carded). The evening will include dancing, snacks, hors d'oeuvres,
and desserts. Those planning to join the fun are encouraged to bring food to
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--> Event: Planning for November and December Parties
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members. Planned for November are a go-cart trip on the 13th (in the South
Bay area, near the intersection of the 405 and 91 freeways) and a November 20
outing to see the new Star Trek movie on its opening weekend. And the board
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December at a location to be announced later. Watch this space for more
details as they become available.
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Underground Informer
Volume 5 Issue 18
November 5, 1994
Page 14
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Closing thought:
After a loooong series of posts on the Internet asking questions like "What is
the "@" key (or "*" or "~" etc.) called?", Dark Scavenge of Sunlight.com
asked: "So what's a called?" Kelley Rogers, posting from the Eugene Free
Community Network in Oregon, was ready with the answer:
"The ' ' is called the 'any key' as in 'press any key to continue.'"
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