THE INSECT WORLD OF JACK BOWMAN

Religion is and has always been a crutch of the weak.  That is the very nature of it.  And this could be fine and well EXCEPT as you have kneeled down and accepted a higher power as a solution to your problems you are a sucker for accepting Government.  These so intermingle that had not that roman guy not had the thought “These guys (our countrymen) are not going to die for me or our country with its material wealth so I am going to convert to Christianity and all Romans can defend ME and Rome in the name of Christ”  there maybe would have been a religion, but Jesus would have been forgotten by now.  I have heard all arguments about proof and the bible but none and I repeat NONE are valid.  You have to realize that religion comes from a need to deal with the unknown. (that is our weakness – we do not know)  Our species is not the first religious species.  Jane Goodal, the writer, observed an obvious birth of religion when she saw a group of wild chimps that was disturbed over a thunder storm and the leader picked up branches and beat them against the ground until the thunderstorm passed (he also yelled chimp sounds)  The tree branch was his cross and the sounds were his prayer.  He also ran out from the group and back.  The running was his kneeling. This was repeated with other thunderstorms.  I think Jane Goodal  called it the “Rain Dance”

POETS You think words are precious.  Christians think the Bible is sacred. (meaning the words of the Bible)  Crap! Words themselves are a tool used by the fathers to perpetuate the world THEY believe is correct (correct for them personally – I don’t think they care about you).  And who are the FATHERS that control and censor and define the word?  GOVERNMENT.  Poor poets are just another ant in the colony that needs the Queen ant, The religious leader, the government to direct their lives.  Great poetry is like magic symbols that create a new sensibility in your psyche.  Poor poetry is just there.  It is like reading “See Dick run” over, and over and over.  Written words were created because they were magic symbols.  They were created by very intelligent members of the species so they could control you by “creating a new sensibility in your psyche.”  And from all the bugs, and rot of the species, that I have seen in my journey through life, it worked.

Jack Bowman

FANTASY WORLD AND THE WEIRDOES

By Jack Bowman © 2001

       My world of beauty and perfection of spirit is full of weirdoes.  They are everywhere.  Crawling around like a bunch of ants.  They have a queen.  She is G. W. Bush.  They follow her every command.  But why would the weirdoes follow the queen?  Because she secretes a tasteful nectar out her anus.  It is green and has former queen's pictures on it.  George Washington, Lincoln, and others.  The colony that the queen controls with her anal secretions has soldier ants, worker ants, reproduction ants, the messenger ants.  The soldier ants carry stingers that are loaded with a deadly poison called bullets.  They force loyalty to the Queen.  If any of the other ants deviate then they will be killed by the soldier ants.  The reproduction ants and the worker ants are the mass of the colony.  They are so addicted to the anal nectar that they will readily change to soldier ants if directed by the Queen.  This change to soldier sometimes occurs when another colony is needed for expansion. The messenger ants do not reproduce and are used by the queen to deliver messages to the workers and reproducers.  The messenger ants also secrete an anal fluid.  It is brown.  And the worker and reproduction ants are constantly sticking their noses in it for some strange satisfaction that I don't understand.  This is so common among the workers and reproducers that they sometimes look like different species because of the color of their noses.  This ant colony as well as several other similar ones are so successful that they have filled the earth.  They all function for the common queen of each of the colonies.  They are a mass intelligence and are totally unable to think for themselves.  The queen makes them think they are individuals but they are unable to think outside the confines of the colony's collective consciousness.  These weird ant people, as a species, are predestined to live out their existence on earth as this collective consciousness.  These weird ant people are predestined to continue covering the earth until a radical environmental change occurs.  This is the destiny of all collective consciousness species.  They will perish totally and completely with only fossils remaining.  Collective consciousness species think they are creative.  It is like an ant going two inches to the left of the trail and then scurrying back.  They are only creative within the confines of predetermined consciousness or thought.  They are unable to create outside this narrowly defined path.  Weird, so weird are these bug people.  They communicate within a very narrow spectrum of sound waves.  Since they are thinking for the collective consciousness of the colony this very limited means of communication, called words, is adequate.  The queen encourages the use of this narrow communication technique so the ants will be content with their position and accept the position of others including the queen.  The queen uses her anal secretions to encourage the workers to teach this "word stuff" to the young so the messenger ants can tell them what the queen wants.  Without the "word stuff" the colony would collapse because the queen could not direct the workers nor could the soldier ants use their stingers for the purpose of the order of the queen. Their stingers  would still be useful but only to defend the soldiers life against the worker.  Weird, so weird are these bug people.  The "word stuff" itself is like inherited material.  Like a baby bug knows to suckle without being told.  This "word stuff" is the same.  It is material that is taken from the collective consciousness's of the past colonies and given to the current collective consciousness of the colony.    And I, a member of the man species, live among them. Among these weird bugs.

Louie should be nicer to the ants. I don't kill them. I like to watch them. They just walk along their trail. I bet they have language. Language is THE vital tool to keep the human colony together. Without it the colony would fall apart. I bet when they pass each other they are saying things like "you have a nice butt" or "you have a hairy butt". They have to have a God. Language allows for that god worship stuff. Without it there would be no way to pray to him or praise him. Like Gods are worthless without language. So I bet they say things to each other as they are walking along the trail like "Praise God" or "In God we trust" and "God save the queen". With all that language I bet they talk all the time. That would annoy me. You can see their little antennae wiggling all the time. That is probably like our vocal cords only a different frequency. They probably have names like "skriiiii" and "shosaka" and "striiii". And when Skriiii passes Striiii on the trail he probably says things like, "Striiii you have a nice butt". I bet they have poets also. Well really just one. She is the Poetry Chick Queen. She recites poetry like , "scuuu, stirrr, slere, socall, shtriiii, screee" It translates to "Feed the babies but not for me, Feed the babies for the col-o-ny" The eunuch soldier ants just strut around and work out at the gym and say things to each other like, "Yours are really big" and "you have a nice butt" The young queen ants are going around saying to each other, "I wish I had a nice butt." Of course most of the ants on the trail are worker ants. They say things like "boy that Poetry Chick Queen is really cool" and "Working our life away just to feed the babies" and "I hate my job" and "did you try that juice on that poison ivy plant? Wow that was a real buzz" So Louie leave the ants along and let them babble their life away.

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