Size Matters

When it comes to having a sense of proportion, believe me, size matters -

We are slow little creatures. It has just taken a woman all of a minute to stroll fifty yards along the street outside - not very quick, you must admit. In the same time, a little gull, a visitor from the north, has winged back and forth catching a crop-full of bread thrown by me, and the racket of a workman's laborious hammering at a metal plate at the top of the street has travelled about twelve miles, and the image of all four of us would have had time to travel twenty times to the moon and back, or an eighth of the distance from here to the sun.

To put this in perspective of size in the general scheme of things, the light from the centre of our little island galaxy, and all that it has in store for us to remedy the aberrations and perversions of the genetic sports that evolving life engenders now and again, has been travelling towards us since before last year, and before the slow days of your infancy, and before the beginnings of the last century, from before Shakespeare or Jesus or the Greeks or Egyptians, from before the dawning of civilisation and the invention and infliction of money, from before metal, back a full twenty-three thousand years to the very depths of the last ice-age - without stopping, and - of course - at the speed of light. And we are only half-way out from the centre. Got that? Well, keep it in mind for the time being.

Have you a tape measure? It isn't long enough, but imagine that it is.

Now put just the very tip of your thumbnail on the first gradation. A millimetre thick, more or less?

Right, now on this scale, that thickness is the total diameter of our galaxy, which light takes approximately one hundred thousand years to cross. That's right, since all our ancestors were way back in the early Stone Age contesting survival and appetite with lions and sabre-teeth and woolly rhinos and such, and without prospect of any easier way of life for eighty or ninety-odd thousand years or two thousand-odd of their goodish lifetimes of trial and error and struggle.

The nearest comparable galaxy - Andromeda, or M31 - is at about 2·5 centimetres or one inch along this tape, and happens to be approaching us at about three hundred miles per second. I will mention that it is due to arrive in about two thousand million years and will make some changes here, if you really crave something to worry about.

Look along the tape. At a distance of approximately fifteen metres on this scale, space will be extending, carrying the galaxies within it there, at about the same speed that space conducts light, so that any light the galaxies emit will be red-shifted to be invisible - But here we are referring to the matter of mere size, so more of that another time.

But those galaxies were in that position fifteen thousand million years ago, and were accelerating, so their present position has to be forty-five or even ninety metres away along this tape - or more, in which our hundred thousand light-year-diameter galaxy, remember, is the thickness of our thumbnail. And considering that this ninety metres would be just the radius, the probable diameter would likely be twice that, even if that notional 'big-bang'* happened to be true - Otherwise more, much more.

You will find it helps, to consider such realities, to have a proper sense of proportion when we are oppressed by the ills deliberately caused by the financial situation that is imposed on us via 'our leaders' and 'our governments' due to their corruption by the squirming vermin that have recently elbowed their way in amongst us and caused us to itch a little. And we are, after all, talking here about the one and only reality.

Yes, most of us are slow, but some, whose tradition is deceit, can think up convincing lies seemingly at the speed of light.

So it also helps, when we think that the impending shock-wave from the galaxy's core, travelling here for the last twenty-three thousand years, with its inevitable successor already on its way fourteen thousand years behind it, will affect the Rothschild-Rockefeller perverts and their accomplices just as much as it will affect the rest of us.

Well, while we may see whether the galaxy can make any difference, we also note that these vermin have made special arrangements for themselves and their favourites, while the rest of us are being left to shift for ourselves. Presumably they think that there are always plenty more of us where we came from, in fact in their opinion, 'Far too many'.

Therefore it would be a pity if the galaxy did its best to rid our world of the worst genetically-maimed sports that the process of evolution engenders now and again, only to find that the very worst had survived to proliferate further. Imagine our world peopled for at least the next fourteen thousand years by those physically stunted runts each generation ever more devious and heartless and wilfully cruel. Surely, we can get off our backsides and help the planet to a better prospect than that, can't we? It wouldn't be fair otherwise.

Had there been an atom of honesty, of course, the publishers and other media would long ago have adjusted the name of Planet Earth to Rothschildville, with the US as Rockefellerville and all our previously fair countries now as pay-to-enter private zoos, and all of us animals in our social cages being educated to jump through their illusory financial hoops for pornographic titbits and processed foods to make and keep us dumb and fat and happy and tame.

But you do still have teeth? Then as the bars of our cages are merely illusory, don’t you think it might be a good idea if we realise our potential to change their intended script and jump from our enclosures and maul and eat all the keepers and zoo-owners?

We may then be able to unpick the parasitic traditions and restore all our nations to their formerly fairer character and potentially wonderful life, such as the galaxy will permit.

So who is to be the first to go?

* All this 'big-bang' requires for its existence, as the fiction of finance requires, to be wielded by the criminal gangster Rothschilds and their adherent finance industry to such benefit to themselves and such detriment to the rest of us, is enough unquestioning  'true believers'.