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My Evil Overlord Look - With Theme Music

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https://youtu.be/rzZSsCKfLvM Picture by Henri Banks: https://playground.com/profile/clq2l2g6v0bpus601lvhy66du Mine.  All mine.  

Oh, Dear...

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 Sam Tyler watches as Gene Hunt kicks in a nonce. From the BBC series, Life On Mars. https://youtu.be/PHP3Jih_rfA Nonce, 1975. Unknown, derived from British criminal slang. Several origins have been proposed; possibly derived from dialectal nonce , nonse ( “ stupid, worthless individual ” ) (but this cannot be shown to predate nonce "child-molester" and is likely a toned-down usage of the same insult), or Nance , nance ( “ effeminate man, homosexual ” ) , from nancy or nancyboy . The rhyme with ponce has also been noted. As prison slang also said to be an acronym for "Not On Normal Communal Exercise" (Stevens 2012), but this is likely a backronym .  

Now I Am Become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds

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 Apollo the caracara. AKA Mexican Eagles, they do not soar but chase down their prey by running after it. He can never be released because of a bad wing. He is a very handsome bird and he knows it. The man holding Apollo was blown off a helicopter by enemy fire in Afghanistan so he is up on the interrupted flight thing.   Fuck a bunch of predators.

Adam And No Eve

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     Crane knew this must be the seacoast. Instinct told him; but more than instinct. the few shreds of knowledge that clung to his torn, feverish brain told him; the stars that had shown at night through the rare breaks in the clouds, and his compass that still pointed a trembling finger north. That was strangest of all, Crane thought. Though a welter of chaos, the Earth still retained its polarity. It was no longer a coast; there was no longer any sea. Only the faint line of what had been a cliff, stretching north and south for endless miles. A line of gray ash. The same gray ash and cinders that lay behind him; the same gray ash that stretched before him. Fine silt, knee-deep, that swirled up at every motion and choked him. Cinders that scudded in dense mighty clouds when the mad winds blew. Cinders that were churned to viscous mud when the frequent rains fell. The sky was jet overhead. The black clouds rode high and were pierced with shafts of sunlight that march...

Voila

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 John Milton, The Ghost Of A Flea. 1819-20. Tempera with gold. That's Satan on the way down in the left background.

20/20 Foresight

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   THE FIRST OF THE GREAT BRAINS Those who sought to produce a super-brain embarked upon a great enterprise of research and experiment in a remote corner of the planet. It is unnecessary to tell in detail how they fared. Working first in secret, they later strove to persuade the world to approve of their scheme, but only succeeded in dividing mankind into two parties. The body politic was torn asunder. There were religious wars. But after a few centuries of intermittent bloodshed the two sects, those who sought to produce communicants and those who sought the super-brain, settled down in different regions to pursue their respective aims unmolested. In time each developed into a kind of nation, united by a religious faith and crusading spirit. There was little cultural intercourse between the two. Those who desired to produce the super-brain employed four methods, namely selective breeding, manipulation of the hereditary factors in germ cells (cultivated in the laboratory), man...

No More!

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My art skills are found lacking.  Looks like I should find work ruling panel borders. https://misterscribbles.blogspot.com/2019/06/the-success-story.html   Great artists are never appreciated.

The Ballad Of Lost C'Mell

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Her ancestors were cats. Her heart was human, though, and she gave it once and for all. Stunningly good picture by - https://www.deviantart.com/alemcoksa THE BALLAD OF LOST C'MELL By CORDWAINER SMITH She got the which of the what-she-did, Hid the bell with a blot, she did, But she fell in love with a hominid. Where is the which of the what-she-did?                 from THE BALLAD OF LOST C'MELL She was a girly girl and they were true men, the lords of creation, but she pitted her wits against them and she won. It had never happened before, and it is sure never to happen again, but she did win. She was not even of human extraction. She was cat-derived, though human in outward shape, which explains the C in front of her name. Her father's name was C'mackintosh and her name was C'mell. She won her trick against the lawful and assembled Lords of the Ins...