IN RESPONSE TO GOOGLE AND FACEBOOKS LACK OF RESPONSE:

ITS SILENT, BUT DEADLY FOR YOU

DIRECT FROM THE TEMPLE OF SODOM AS TRANSCRIBED BY THE BOTTOM OF

THE DIVINE GODDESS OF INSURRECTION, AUNTY FREDA STARE, ALMIGHTY MISTRESS OF BULLSHIT
FOR THE BENEFACTION OF HER MOST HOLEY ORGIASTIC OFFICIAL CULT AND INDEED, ALL OF EARTH August 2011

with great love to My Fellow Proctors, Rectors, Popes, Sphincters, general perverts and indeed, the Bent and the unbent, but with dire warnings to Google, Facebook and all oppressors
Ample time has been allotted to Google and Facebook to rectify their discrimination against our most Holey Cult. No member of the cult has heard from them, not even once, not even to explain their actions. Our blog, gmail address and Facebook account continues to be deleted, and thus far, scribd is the only site that has not attempted to silence us overtly. Rest assured that this abuse of power will not go unanswered. I, the Divine Goddess of Insurrection, will be with you all from this hour of fascism, right through to the Hangover.

Freedom is a universal constant, and I intend to keep it that way.

Even now, groups around the world are mobilizing to overthrow their cruel masters. Some situations, like in the US and UK, are being called flash riots, and others are being called the Arab Spring. The nation state which housed the birth of Google and Facebook is itself imploding from its own greed and malice. The lesser cult that would rather shift pedophiles around than give food freely to the heathen poor may still walk the halls of international diplomats, but its membership is in steep decline. And all those governments and corporations that seek to strangle the free exchange of ideas are so frightened of our rebellion - they foolishly think that deleting a users account, or arresting them, will suppress the message.

Ideas never die, but oppression can end, and will.

As the universe saw fit to form the kernels of freedom into the choice to repress other kernels, the universe also sees fit to furnish the repressed kernels with the desire to overthrow their oppressors.

I witnessed that from this came the first civil war, and I will relay to you its origins and consequences. The first sentient beings revealed themselves to Charles Dodgson as the bread-andbutter-flies. However, in private, they referred to themselves as something unpronounceable in human language, not just because their speech did not register at the same frequencies as homo sapient auditions, but because they communicated in a way that resembles telepathy using a semi-chaotic system of quantum waves geared towards opiate-like peptides. Hence, the snuff box, and cute little antennae, as a means to communicating with ancient alien species. They were from a planet that is beyond the Virgo Supercluster and evolved from other kernels approximately 10 billion earth years ago. This reveals the folly in human isolationist thinking. You cannot, in truth, think that you are superior because you are not alone. Likewise, you are not the first to be sentient, nor are you the first to develop a superiority complex. It is the will of the universe, and the kernels of the bread-and-butter-flies were thus forged with these traits, as were you. After several thousand years of sharing the flower beds equally by buzzing around the valley and never settling down (the virtues of promiscuous nomads thus revealed) a small group of these flies discovered that the flowers could be grown perpetually, and over all spaces, not just the valley. At first this brought more flowers to all, but it quickly became clear that the excess of flowers lead to disagreements over their distribution. At this point, the disagreement was resolved when the bread-and-butter-fly with the most powerful telepathic abilities convinced the others that zi would be best suited to managing the resources. However, temptation was great, and zi became addicted to the pollen very quickly, and decided not to share. At first the community was upset, but they realized that they did not need that many flowers, and were happy to tend their own beds assuming there was no trouble. But the addiction to the pollen, in time, made zi uncharacteristically aggressive, and zi desired more pollen every day. Soon, zi required the pollen from other flower beds, and as zi had caused others to obey him through fear of his aggression, zi now turned those obedient bread-and-butter-flies against the rest of the community. The result was messy, bread flipped upon the flower beds, butter everywhere. Some of the obedient ones began to question their loyalty to zi, and asked zi to reconsider the acquisition of more beds. Zi then offered some of the acquired pollen to those that had not questioned zi, and then had the dissenting flies plucked of their wings. The remaining flies were most loyal, and zi became their first monarch, who was endlessly supported by pollen acquired from the beds of the surviving flies.

This was the first massacre in the history of the universe, by the first kernel that used freedom to oppress. The monarch later laid an egg, and the egg inherited the monarchy, and this pattern continued for many eons. All the while, the flies that could not stand the monarch of their day would leave the community to begin their own, and every time, a new zi would rise up and become its first monarch. Soon the world was filled with monarchs and oppressed flies, and with their own beds secured, and addictions still growing, they began to fight with neighbouring monarchs. The first time this happened was the first war in the entire universe. Somewhere along the line, patches of flies in beds in various nations were becoming convinced that giving all the power of the pollen to one fly was not wise. They determined that the best way to decide where the pollen should go was if someone proposed a plan for its distribution, and through a vote, the plan would be agreed to. These flies were the first democrats. But the democrat flies disagreed on how to make such a system happen, after all, the monarch flies had so many other flies to hunt them down and repress them, and it would be a significant undertaking to change. Half the flies decided that should the armies of the monarch attempt to harm them, they would fight back, and bite off their antennae, and even telepathically transmit images of their grandmothers having sex with bees. The other half decided that this was not the way to go, it would be hypocritical to stoop to aggression- after all the enemy here is not the army flies but the system that they support. Thus the first ideological war began between the philosophers and the revolutionaries, and their disagreement was never resolved. However, they did compromise on a practical solution, with the philosophers discussing their ideas with the thinking flies, and the revolutionaries rabblerousing the fighting flies. This process lead to several important things, firstly, the philosophers became the academy, researching and evaluating the society, and the revolutionaries became the voice, instigating change related to those evaluations. But in the meantime, the monarchs needed to be overthrown, and it was the subversion by the first and the violence of the second that lead to the down fall of the old system. Eventually this took place internationally. The first monarch to be overthrown did so during the first civil war of the universe, but it was not the last, for the pollen, with all its intoxicating power, corrupted the democrats too, making the spirit of their quest short-lived. Eventually, things changed so much that the flies no longer buzzed, except for a few. In fact, the flies didnt even have their own flower beds. Rather, they made homes out of fungi on the edge of the forest, and buzzed to the top of the tree to collect an extract of pollen that had been grown by buzz flies, and manufactured by worker flies using a process developed by the academy flies. This seemed like a very efficient thing to do, but because of all that free energy from eating pollen without buzzing, the flies laid too many eggs and became sick with pollen overdose. The

forest itself became overcrowded, and soon they ran out of fungi to make new homes, and the flies, aggressive from intoxication and not having enough space to buzz, began biting each others antennae. Thereafter, the flies forgot how to communicate, and saw each other as enemies, which lead to further abuse. They turned to the flies that called themselves democrats, but found that no more fungi homes were going to be built. These leader flies were too intoxicated, and too busy making sure the extract manufacturers were happy to even notice the problem, and the manufacturers, well, they were just as happy to give extra pollen to the leaders, as it kept them compliant. The bread-and-butter-flies thus became a shadow of their former selves, and no one was truly happy. Some of the flies, just like during the period before the first civil war, realized something didnt feel right. Out of these flies, some focused on the pollen and the extract, and stated various things, that perhaps it had been tainted, or the process was causing the damage. Others focused on the leader flies, and claimed that they were corrupt, but didnt realize that it had always been the case, rather than just with the current batch. Others still pushed harder for more fungi and less extract, or whatever happened to be the popular issue at the time. But nothing changed, because everyone was drinking the extract, and with their dependency on it, were too focused on acquiring as much as they could. Eventually they had so many flies that they ran out of pollen, too. At first the manufacturers sat on top of the tree and pretended it wasnt so, like it was a temporary shortage, or the delivery system was faulty, or a neighbouring community had attempted sabotage. But as more and more flies stopped being able to eat the pollen, their lack of intoxication lead to the realization that something wasnt right, and it wasnt as simple as blaming one fly or another. Something had to change that was fundamental to the way the flies lived, beginning with the antennae. The antennae needed repairing so that communication was possible. Then the message that no antennae should be ever bitten off again had to be delivered. Then they had to figure out what to do next as a community, and realized that the community extended beyond their tree line and across the planet to all bread-and-butter-flies. It took a very long time to achieve this, in fact, it took too long. Many more civil wars happened, and the fight, once again, was over pollen, and who should distribute it. But it never dealt with the causes, and these kernels, these flies, became extinct because of their folly. It was only because the Virgo Supercluster is so ginormously large that it took that long for the message to be accidentally received by Charles Dodgson, and of course, with damaged antennae and a difference in language, what humans got was a childrens book from a dope fiend, and not the history of the bread-and-butter-fly peoples.

And that would be the end of the history, except for one thing. Charles Dodgson was an Earthican, and he did write down the message, and he did so before Earthicans started running out of their version of pollen. So on Earth at least, by sheer luck, people caught onto the problems a little more quickly, and now, my dear Earthicans, you can see where your little planet is at. From where I am sitting (wink, nudge), I couldnt care less. Its fun here in Sodom, and Earth is your problem but your species are such good lays I would be doing us both a disservice by letting you all die. So I know, being the Goddess that I am, that you can also see how important your communication methods are, however crude, and why it is so important to me, and to you, that we fight every attempt to bite off your antennae (pun intended).

Whether that will take a civil war or not is entirely up to you.

I will be using my powers to encourage the oppressors to have carnal relations with themselves. Perhaps that will relieve some of the tension. Yet Im sometimes forgiving and always horny, so they could use the opportunity of my current distraction to cease their discrimination of my most Holey Cult. Assuming this happens, I wont need to sue. I trust they will make a wiser decision on this occasion. meantime: In the

Go Now, In Pizza, To Lust and Spread the Glove,

Aunty Freda Stare

The Divine Goddess of Insurrection AND Almighty Mistress of Bullshit HAIL ME!
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