How was the ball game played over there? Welcome to Ch. 14b. And Ep. #024

The story continues, as seen through the eyes of a blind fool with a wild imagination. Read on, and be sure to subscribe for more. Note, book two is coming soon. Here is episode #024  


How was the ball game?
He was watching the ball game on TV some time ago, a baseball game it was to show. It was a very close match, and tension was running batch, like batch high.

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A very astute and capable hitter was at the plate to bat, a loaded base ahead of him at that, if one remembers well the thing to whack.

The pitcher, the pitcher would have tried any and everything, just to get out of the inning with the least if any damage at all done to him. 

He would have thrown one ball after another, but like, like straight, straight at the hitting hitter, or more like, straight at his head, bitter.

Each time getting even closer to hitting the person instead of striking and worsening, you know, like worsening him out.

And each time the hitter would have stared down the pitcher, while shaking his head in disapproval shown to the spitter, or just to say, without actually saying it as it is known the down-home way, “hey! Don't do that, try hit the ball, or more like, hit the bat.”

But one pitch after the other would have inched in a little bit closer until. Until he would have walked the guy, the hitter, and with one of the closest misses yet, you bet, or was it a slight nick on the helmet. Anyway. 

The hitter would have run hard and fast, and down upon the pitcher, instead of him trying to get on the base quicker.

He would have run down on the pitcher and whacked him hard over the head thick thicker, yeah! With his helmet mister, all hell would have broken loose. And all because of that moose, oh, look at him go.

The point one is trying to get at here is this.
If the man is out there telling you, in no uncertain ways, telling you that the things which you are doing are not okay, not good at all, not for anybody, including you, and his daddy.

But you will not listen because your head is tough. And the water is muddy. And the seas are rough.

Then, it might at some point in time becomes really necessary for one to open up that tough thing a bit, or at the very least, to test it and to see just how tough it really be.

Hence, if we are all being told here to curb and control our actions because the earth is in a grave crisis, or even a fraction, a fraction of an overpopulation crisis, and everybody needs to play a part in tackling the problematic spoiled rice mix. 

And he, that man over there, the one who has got the power and real threatening stare, real powerful hardware too, to go mixing it in, and go about adding it to the other wares.

And to go even further along with the pair, and he, as you already know full well, he is the one who can and does do anything he feels like doing, and everyone knows it too, you even, as said.

He tells you in plain language what you can, and what you cannot do, tell what you should do, as well as what you should never do.

He is telling you indirectly via the laws, the custom, and by way of the norms, all new and alien are these to you and me, and we wonder why the guy is doing and saying these things, please, and he lied. In order to hide his true shapely and colorful pride.

But the very few of us who are thinkers among you, we know, and tried hard at pointing it out to you as we go, but you screw, and unscrew, the face even. And continue on, as usual, you and the gal dem. Girls, girls everywhere.

And in the process of you doing all of the dodos, those which you are long known to do too, you would have threatened to undo all of the work which he, that man and his sons had done, on the Earth’s equilibrium, and order. Or just on his survival customs. On the borders.

How long do you think it's going to be before he, yes him. That very man, or someone else with his blessings and permissions, is going to whack you hard over the yard of your very hard deadhead charred, and messing? Or worse, over your whole nation or continent, nurse?

And especially if and when you, and everyone else knows that he, not only can but that he will. Come on. Come under it nuh man, you know, like. Under the stand. 

Where you might begin to know, and really starts to stand up firm upon your own toe, and on your two hands, since feeling the feet don't seem to dweet for you. Don't do it my youth. True? True.

But then again. One might be tempted to fire back and ask of him: How is it that you have come to love other people’s children so very much, and fast, and so much so that you will give up on yours so that the other man's children may live and last? And prosper, ever after? 

So, he says to you -sign this pledge here booboo, the pledge which I, you know.
I and my kinds have sat down this time, think it up, and have done drawn it up for you, this is a pledge for you to sign and agree to. 

So that I may continue to control you, and to tell you what to do, just like I have always done to you and to all others like you.

And even without your input, and without getting your permission nor even a contribution from anyone to said plan, while we were there rendering it in, you know, this very plan. 

And even when you did not even know what was going on while it was been done.

But now, I am giving it to you, and I am telling you to agree with me, and sign this decree. To have no baby pickney, my children, listen to me. No more. Or one if there must be.

But not more than two, certainly, not three? And you did agree and sign the petition decree. Because as you can see. The earth is over p. As in, overpopulated. And as you already know, some men are undervalued and low-rated. 

And “we,” we must do something to save the earth for the future, and for our children’s worth.

Who are those “we,” and whose children are those to be? Now, here me if you can Bee. 

You will have neither of them, you know, those two children which you want so much to rent, because, you've just signed their testament, the dump yard treatment for your children’s feet mint, the same one of which he speaks? For whom was it meant? To your descendants sent? No further arguments.

Did you even know though? Did it ever occur to you that that is what men like him do, in order to follow through on the generation extending view?

But as for you, what do you do? You go right on out and do what the other man tells you to. So.

When he is there telling you that this earth is already through with supporting me and you. It can support only one. So to speak that man.

And if there is yet many men standing thereupon, more than just that one, even. And they are men who have all found a stance upon which to stand, on the overpopulation program. 

And they are, or has already been in there, and adding their piece of action to the plan.

And that man is the one who is there leading the planning of the plan. And he is among the few still left there standing upon that stance. 

How likely is the fan to take off with that man and leave another one, out of all of the other ones?

And that would even be after all of the rest is gone, you know, all of the excess ones as it would have been so decided upon, they are all now gone, and leaving just those who the earth can sustainably support.


And you turn your head about to see that you are that, like, that one man remaining on. Like, on the earth standing and strong? Wrong. Go sing another song. 

That's it for today, come again tomorrow, and bring a friend. 

To be continued with, Ch. 15. And Ep. #025, coming soon. Be on the lookout. Don't forget to subscribe to this website to be notified on posts and updates. and also, subscribe to the youtube channel, iis4inkytv, like and share it too, the youtube channel is at, I is 4 inky, where you get a visual perspective of the story and hear the author read it. look for vids such as this, thank you.   Go get the elk's books and others on my Amazon bookshelf.  

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