Manmade Realities
Let’s talk about Imperialism;
you people consistently insistently roll in the
filth of your own Imperialism; Imperialism will never die because it is
ingrained in evolution; every person themselves is an Imperialist, trying to
shape the world to best serve them and their interests; every sentient creature
on this planet is an Imperialist; but Mankind has done and gone and taken it a
step further; nurses run to the raw war and pop; Mankind has conjured the
Manmade idea of money; 99.9999999999% of people live for this, within this,
constrained by this; it is their goal; it is their sustenance; it is the cage
modern Mankind is born into; [the whole of Mankind itself is facing in the
wrong direction]; whether you like it or not, here it is; onlyoption
[onlyoptical]; gash of the soul; most people go on leading lives of jobs,
oblivious slaves to the abstract conception of money; they twinkle and twirl in
their endless search for money and more money so as to protect themselves and
attain as much endorphin-release as they can from the money they have sought
and found; the Manmade reality of money has taken Mankind off the True path;
off kilter; wilten world; money is a phantom; it becomes reality only if
everyone believes in it, "buys" into it, so as with the other Manmade
realities of power and ownership; most people are born hopeless hapless slaves
to this reality; no other choices available; most don't ever even question it;
don't ever even thinkfurther than the edge of their yard; but now the wholewideworld,
a global community growing bigger by the hour, by every technological leap,
like frog, has mostly all completely Totalitarianly fully "bought"
into this idea and [onceagain] Manmade reality, throwingoff the entire
HumanRace from what is should be seeking—> TRUTH; Mankind shouldn't whittle
away its existence in a constant search for money; generation after generation
wasted seeking illusory things; the hamster wheel spinneth eternal; no no;
Mankind should be using its days seeking "God"—a.k.a. the answers to
our own origins and what lay out there in the Universe; we must address
ourselves; we are here; now; let's try to Truly find this "God"
a.k.a. whatever it is [likely nothing human and most possibly something a human
mind cannot even fathom—but still, it would be a "sin" not to try and
it will be science that brings us to "God," that finds
"God" for us; so everyone need get behind science and
pushpushpushpush forward]; let Mankind commit itself to this; to Truth; you
know it boils down to this—theseadays, a person has about abasicly two roads to
achoose from—happiness or Truth; mostpeople [99.99999 etc. %] choose happiness,
most without even knowing they've made a choice or even had the option of a
choice; but to live in a pursuit of happiness is to live in a world of lies and
illusions and those Manmade realities I was awarnin you people about; the
veryvery few who choose to seek Truth will live a life of some suffering
[sometimes severe] and isolation and being labeled an "outsider"—but
to get to live a life in search of Truth is worth the tradeoff to some; to me
it is worth it; why?—because I WANTA eat the marrow of the utmost delicacy that
exists, Purest Truth.
Scrooge McDuck was created by Carl Barks as an antagonist for Donald Duck, first appearing in "Christmas on Bear Mountain" in Dell's "Four Color Comics" (#179, Dec. 1947). Named after Ebenezer Scrooge from the 1843 novel by Charles Dickens, "A Christmas Carol," he shared that character's misanthropy and greed, proclaiming in his debut, "Here I sit in this big lonely dump, waiting for Christmas to pass! Bah! That silly season when everybody loves everybody else! A curse on it! Me -- I'm different! Everybody hates me, and I hate everybody!" Barks intended to use McDuck as a one-shot character, but continued to experiment with his appearance and personality over the next four years. In "Letter to Santa" in "Walt Disney's Christmas Parade No.1" (1949), McDuck mused, "What's the use of having 'eleven octillion dollars' if I don't make a big noise about it?" In "The Pixilated Parrot" (July 1950), it was reported that his central office building contained "three cubic acres of money." In "The Magic Hourglass" (Sept. 1950), losing one billion dollars a minute, he lamented that at that rate he would go bankrupt within 600 years (a parody of Orson Welles' line to his rich guardian, Walter Parks Thatcher, in the 1941 film, "Citizen Kane": "You know, Mr. Thatcher, at the rate of a million dollars a year, I'll have to close this place in... 60 years.") Since 1952, in a severely softened presentation, he has appeared in his own comic book series, "Uncle Scrooge." After Barks retired in 1967, the character continued under other artists, but in 1972, Barks returned with his "Junior Woodchuck" stories, in which McDuck had a recurring role as a villain. Banks once estimated his worth as "one multiplujillion, nine obsquatumatillion, six hundred twenty-three dollars and sixty-two cents," and at another point as "five billion quintiplitilion unptuplatillion multuplatillion impossibidillion fantasticatrillion dollars," but McDuck's accountant Fenton Crackshell noted that his money bin contains "607 tillion 386 zillion 947 trillion 522 billion dollars and 36 cents." Banks' chief successor as McDuck's chronicler put his wealth at "five multiplujillion, nine impossibidillion, seven fantasticatrillion dollars and sixteen cents." On his "Wolf Nards" website in 2009, Mark Hing used the size of Scrooge's full Money Bin to calculate that it could contain over $27 trillion, but in 2007 "Forbes" magazine estimated his wealth at only $28.8 billion, though in 2011 it rose to $44.1 billion due to the rise in gold prices.
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