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Today's reading is from chapter two of _Our Plundered Planet_, by the
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eminent zoologist Fairfield Osborn:
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Man, then, has exchanged the safety and flexibility of generalized
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characteristics, which since his primitive days have largely contributed
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to his survival, for extreme specialization. Through the development of
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the physical sciences, funneled into vast industrial systems, he has
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created and continues to create new environments, new conditions. These
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extensions of his mind-fertility and his mind-restlessness are
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superimposed, like crusts, on the face of the earth, choking his life
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sources. The conditions under which he must live are constantly
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changing, he himself being the cause of the changes. In this
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metamorphosis he has almost lost sight of the fact that the living
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resources of his life are derived from his earth-home and not from his
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mind-power. With one hand he harnesses great waters, with the other he
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dries up the water sources. He must change with changing conditions or
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perish. He *conquers* a continent and within a century lays much it
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into a barren waste. He must move to find a new and unspoiled land. He
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must, he must--but where? His numbers are increasing, starvation taunts
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him--even after his wars too many are left alive. He causes the
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life-giving soils for his crops to wash into the oceans. He falls back
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on palliatives and calls upon a host of chemists to invent substitutes
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for the organized processes of nature. Can they do this? Can his
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chemists dismiss nature and take over the operation of the earth? He
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hopes so. Hope turns to conviction--they *must*, or else he perishes.
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Is he not nature's "crowning glory"? Can he not turn away from his
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creator? Who has a better right? He has seemingly "discovered" the
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secrets of the universe. What need, then, to live by its principles?
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<<<<
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Dear brethren, the Great Purification is almost at hand. The Chinese
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and French nuclear explosions are the glove-slap, the shot across the
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bow, the beginning of the final battle. Fernando Pereira stirs from his
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watery grave, as the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty smolders in the
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ashes of Muroroa. Already President Clinton scrambles to take advantage
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of the situation; soon America too, will resume "testing." Are the
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Humans incapable of restraint? Are they truly programmed to destroy the
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Earth? Must the Earth rise up against the hostile aliens? Is there to
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be no reasoning with them? Did the Hopis address the United Nations
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General Assembly for nothing?
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Long ago, the Hopis predicted "If we dig precious things from the land,
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we will invite disaster." See how the whales beach themselves, and crop
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circles form in the fields; Mother Earth is crying, and who is to blame?
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Who ripped her open? Who looted her treasures? Who stripped her bare
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and blindly tore into her flesh, crying out for more? The Humans have
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invited disaster, and disaster has come. Fundamentalists thunder that
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the apocalypse is near. They are fools; their apocalypse has already
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begun. All that remains is the question of *degree*. How much
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suffering do the Humans really want? How much of the Earth must they
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lay waste in their last spasm of self-destruction? Even now, on the
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threshold of annihilation, the choice is still yours. Your leaders say
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that to win in battle, you must know your enemy; I say to each and every
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one of you, "know yourself."
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Let us pray:
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Great Spirit, I am unworthy;
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My species has disgraced itself.
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Of all the species that live, or have ever lived,
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Mine is the lowliest.
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Lower than the flowers who fill the air with sweet pollen,
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Lower than the trees who encircle the Earth with their roots,
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Lower than the insects, rulers of Earth
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Since the beginning of time,
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Lower than the darting fish,
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Lower than the soaring birds,
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Lower than the four-legged creatures,
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Who are the beating heart of the living Earth.
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Great Spirit, my shame is as deep as the ocean,
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And my sadness is unbearable.
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I pray for enlightenment,
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But fear that my prayer is too late.
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Great Spirit, if this be so, then I pray for extinction.
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Let my species become extinct, and vanish from the Earth.
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Let my loins be barren,
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Let my seed not sprout,
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Let the race of men fall like leaves.
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Let my fields grow wild,
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Let my fences crumble,
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Let my cities turn to dust, and become forests.
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Let the grass drink my blood;
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Let my body be food for worms.
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Great Spirit, let me die, that the Earth may live.
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[a moment of silence]
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Finally, an IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT. Thanks to Pastor Scott in Arizona,
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we have a bold new plan. In early December, the Church of Euthanasia
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will unveil the world's first suicide assistance hotline! We'll start
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with a billboard here in Boston that says:
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SUICIDE ASSISTANCE HOTLINE
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Helping you every step of the way...
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Thousands helped! How about you?
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CALL 976-KEVO
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Sponsored by the Church of Euthanasia.
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Folks will be able to call up and use their push-button phone to select
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from a wide range of helpful and inspirational options:
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* Going out like a celebrity
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* Techniques from A-Z
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* Helpful hints
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* Snuff de Jour
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* How to become a saint
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* Christmas getting you down?
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* Etiquette: neatness counts
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* For a damn good reason to do it
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* For that added measure of courage
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* Leave your final recorded message
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We can charge up to a $1 per minute for the calls. With a little luck,
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the service will MAKE MONEY and we'll be able to set them up NATIONWIDE!
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Incredible? Not at all! The local billboard and telephone companies
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have already agreed to it! It's legal! It can happen! We CAN make a
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difference, but we need YOUR help! To make this dream a reality, we
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desperately need financial support from YOU, faithful subscriber and
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supporter of the Church of Euthanasia! Even with our tax-exempt
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discount, the billboard and the telephone set-up charges will total
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approximately $800. Are we going to let that stop us? The SNUFFIT-L
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mailing list contains over 750 addresses. If each one of you sends as
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little as ONE DOLLAR, we'll have enough money to set up the world's
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first SUICIDE ASSISTANCE HOTLINE! Make no mistake, this will be
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NATIONAL NEWS! Geraldo! Ricki Lake! Reader's Digest! Euthanasia will
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become a household word, thanks to YOU! Your contribution is 100%
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tax-deductible, so send a dollar, send five dollars, send whatever you
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can afford, just send it TODAY!
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