Us and ThemMore Like This
They've taken it away
it's no longer ours
we came here to find truth
what we found is now gone
let the flag burn, it stands for nothing
they don't see us
don't know us
we'll have our day
we'll let them know us
they'll rot before us
we shall destroy them
make this ours
America for all, United States for none but them
no longer will they kill in our name
it ends now
Our Pens are mightier than Their Swords
DeviantART's Ten CommandmentsMore Like This
The Ten Commandments of DeviantART
1. Thou shalt not put thyself before the art, or any idols of selfishness.
2. Thou shalt not take the name of deviantART in vain, nor claim it as thy own, or face penalty of banishment.
3. Thou shalt keep holy the forums and shoutbox, and only speak of adequate material in appropriate forum.
4. Thou shalt honor thy administrators and staff members, for they are the keepers of the peace and of the maintenance.
5. Thou shalt not kill a horse, only to continue to pummel its carcass on the wall of text that is the Forum.
6. Thou shalt not commit adultery of the Favourites system, such abuse is not tolerated and will result in the ceremonial urine-saturated March of the
The CPDA's ManifestoMore Like This
Communism In Life: A Short Manifesto
1. Abolition of property in land and application of all rents of land to public purposes.
2. A heavy progressive or graduated income tax.
3. Abolition of all rights of inheritance.
4. Confiscation of the property of all emigrants and rebels.
5. Centralization of credit in the banks of the state, by means of a national bank with state capital and an exclusive monopoly.
6. Centralization of the means of communication and transport in the hands of the state.
7. Extension of factories and instruments of production owned by the state; the bringing into cultivation of waste lands, and the improvement of the soil generally in accordance with a common plan.
8. Equal obligation of all to work. Establishment of industrial armies, especially for agriculture.
9. Combination of agriculture with manufacturing industries; gradual abolition of all the distinction between town and country by a more equable distribution of the populace over the country.
Bespectacled: Time Machine"Professor, for God's sake, this isn't just dangerous, it's... it's..."More Like This
Wilmot the robot continued to stare down the barmy-haired Prof. Theophilus Bespectacled, who folded his arms and returned the glare.
"Did Columbus turn back when he saw America? Did Franklin decide against flying a kite in a thunderstorm? Did the caveman stop after he burnt his fingers?" he testily returned.
"With all due respect," Wilmot countered "those men only threatened themselves. You're threatening... EVERYTHING!! Not just your future, but every future! Not just the future, but the past! Everything!!"
The two looked once more upon the Professor's latest creation. It looked a bit like a telephone booth, with an enlarged screen and a confusing series of levers and switches in place of the handset. It also bore the legend "TIME MACHINE" in place of the more usual BT logo. As cliches go, some are truly inescapable.
"What's wrong with it? If we take care--"
"If we take care, our screw-ups will be all the h
H-Gun"... and that's essentially what happened" concluded Professor Theophilus Bespectacled.More Like This
"So, let me get this straight," his robot assisstant Wilmot replied. "You had a dream..."
'... in which you built a gun..."
"A gun, yes."
"... the function of which you have forgotten by the morning..."
"... but you have a sneaking suspiscion that it's capable of enormous destructive potential..."
"Goes without saying, really."
"... and in spite of this, you build it anyway."
Wilmot stood up and walked around the lab as his CPUs attempted to puzzle this one out. As he walked he passed the various forgotten and not-even-remotely-finished creations of his absent-minded master, wires and parts hanging out of them like leaves from an up-turned plant pot. Their tragic state was almost entirely due to professor Bespectacled's chronic forgetfulness, that seemed not to be a mere propensity for memory loss, but a malevolent memory-eating beast that had settled into Bespec
The Pyrrhus Engine"I don't believe you have any right to complain, this device is a revolution! A triumph of science!"More Like This
The mad-haired scientist gesticulated wildly, almost losing his balance several times. In his angrily flailing hand he clutched a small glowing box, which hummed softly to itself. The scientist's robotic lab assistant simply folded his steel arms and glared his cold glare.
"I complain because we paid far too high a price for this."
"Well, of course the price was high! Science isn't a mere child's game, it requires work and funds!! Lots and lots and funds!!"
"No, that's not what I--"
"Do you know how hard it was to isolate the sub-molecular tachyon stream?"
"And do you think the lithium arrays precisely aligned themselves?!"
"Not to mention the arduous task of splicing the binary neutrino strings with the tachyon field! A quantum computing engine doesn't build itself, you know!"
"I'm not referring to your finances!" the robot testily declared. "I was trying to indicate