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Watching the history station, on speculation if there was A alien
invasion. They speculate that 70% of the world population would
not survive, why because of not having the necessary survival skills.
I am not one who believe in Aliens, well thats not true, I do belive
there is some kind of life out there. But the question how would
you survive? The first thing they mention is move out of the cities.
Greetings,
I have just been reading Chariot of the Gods and the 12th planet by Zecharia Sitchen, you are absolutely right to be scared if the Ancient Aliens return, Eris is about to return in 2012, this might be all crap but it no less crazy than Armageddon, what I would do is buy a plot of land soon a build a two storey basement fill it with food for two years, and then hope for the best!
Pray that is does not happen, but to who,lol!
Good luck,
Star Tiger
Now our domination of the Earth is fading fast
And out of the confusion the chance has come at last
To build a better future from the ashes of the past.
In a brave new world
With just a handful of men
We'll start all over again
Look - Man is born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
In cages of convention from the cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but the strong will be saved
In a brave new world
With just a handful of men
We'll start all over again
I'm not trying to tell you what to be
Oh no, oh no, not me
But if mankind is to survive
The people left alive
They're gonna have to build this world anew
And it's going to have to start with me and you
. Yes!
I'm not trying to tell you what to be
Oh no, oh no, not me
But if mankind is to survive
The people left alive
They're gonna have to build this world anew,
Yes and we will have to be the chosen few
Just think of all the poverty, the hatred and the lies
And imagine the destnuction of all that you despise
Slowly from the ashes the phoenix will arise
In a brave new world.
With just a handful of men
We'll start all over again
Take a look around you at the world you've loved so well
And bid the ageing empire of man a last farewell
It may not sound like Heaven but at least it isn't Hell
It's a brave new world
With just a handful of men
We'll start- we'll start all over again- all over again- all over again - all over again.
Maybe we can burn them with the Holy Cross...
We would make it.
"Tho' much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." ~Alfred Lord Tennyson, "Ulysses"
Star-tiger; My thought, build somthing under ground with food
and water to last two years.
Transhuman: I believe this will be how paradise will be establish
here on earth, by man himself.
The original and still the best.
ooooohhh laahhhhh
Star tiger
Staying on the move, eating alien flesh, ruthlessness, superior firepower.
Fully stocked bunkers have always been good for survival- as long as you keep them a secret from your nosey neighbors.
Conflict is on the horizon, moving ever closer toward us.
Our being a peace-loving people does not mean that we are weak and ineffectual. Yet, by comparison to the powers that are soon to be, we shall constitute their easiest prey. We are no match for their kind. What is this alien force - so fearsome, so implacable - that marches onward in such relentless, asymmetrical rhythm? I shudder that this uncommon and foreign meter shall bring Nemesis unfailingly to us, his quarry. My only palpable emotion at this time is convulsing fear - an unholy terror that engulfs every delectable morsel of many a quivering corpse. Corpses lusted after by a famished Martian megalopolis squatted illegally upon Earth. I do not doubt that the space pods have begun emerging elsewhere throughout our beloved planet, creating in all mankind the same horror that has gripped and shaken us.
That angry red dust enshrouding their military machine has reached us. It parches our throats, infiltrates our lungs. The carrying wind is bitter, it cuts deeply to the core. The descent and ascent of their chromatic war chant fills me with apprehension as I contemplate the formidable and merciless aspect of these damnable creatures, they who advance slowly but deliberately toward the termination of our race. I hear the brassy salvos of their ordnance. It is the protracted cacophony of mechanized warfare. Not a few of us chafed over the directives issued by our locally appointed commissioners. In the peaceful course of our long history as a republic, there were measures of redress. After all, we voted these men into office; we could vote them out. Today there is no comparable recourse in dealing with the Martians. They are incapable of showing mercy toward our weak, human ilk. By no stretch of the imagination could one attribute to these coarse and loathsome creatures any delicate sentiment characteristic of our gentler race. These Martians are scorpions - they are malefactors to the utmost degree.
Now extinguished friends had earlier tossed off the initial radio contact from the Martians as a higher power's benign interest in an inferior intelligence. Such fatuous naivete has cost us dearly.
If anyone out there is receiving this transmission, I beg you to guard your life and to safeguard your family. If possible, keep your humanity. Does the god of our forefathers still exist? If so, does he simply look on with detached indifference at the annihilation of his creation?
Damn the Martians ...
