Overman
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Kilgore Trout once wrote a science fiction novel about an alien world that was obsessed with accomplishments. The aliens held progress and production in the highest regard. The alien media would report all kinds of stories on new works of art and inventions, and everyone would read about this progress and feel accomplished and happy. After many years the aliens had invented just about everything they needed, and the artists were getting repetitive, so the media began heralding even the smallest accomplishments. Once a female alien was on the front page for many days simply for being blond, fat, and naked. The aliens became used to this type of garbage media that they began to accept these things as genuine stories, and accomplishments. Soon the aliens only wanted to read about the blond, fat, and naked, so when one of the major revolutionary artists died, it was little surprise that it did not get the attention it deserved, for he was quiet, skinny, and clothed.
So it goes.
(only so much better…
The sleepy drunkard out in central park
And the lion tamer in the jungle dark
And the Chinese dentist
And the British queen
All fit together in the same machine
Nice, nice very nice
All these people in the same device!
Good-bye Mr. Vonnegut; You are missed.
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So it goes.
(only so much better…
The sleepy drunkard out in central park
And the lion tamer in the jungle dark
And the Chinese dentist
And the British queen
All fit together in the same machine
Nice, nice very nice
All these people in the same device!
Good-bye Mr. Vonnegut; You are missed.