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TIME PANIC of 2026

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20240829_TIME_PANIC_of_2026.mp3

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Time panic: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=13216

Mad as hell: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=13249

Limited hangouts: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=13230

Country Crock (Shedd’s Spread): https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=13226

Abstract: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=13224

Self-identify: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=13220

1 Horsepower: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=13218

Being broke: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=13214

Chicken metal: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=13207

Where we going Jerome: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=13204

Beating up homeless: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=13201

*** a short discussion on hate … hate time travelers … that’s okay … and Danes, okay to hate them too

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Mad as hell …

“NETWORK” (1976) – Howard Beale

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth; banks are going bust; shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the street, and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it.

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be!

We all know things are bad -- worse than bad -- they're crazy.

It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials, and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone."

Well, I'm not going to leave you alone.

I want you to get mad!

I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your Congressman, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street.

All I know is that first, you've got to get mad.

You've gotta say, "I'm a human being, goddammit! My life has value!"

So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell,

"I'm as mad as hell,

and I'm not going to take this anymore!!"
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THE TIME-TRAVEL WITCH TRIALS of 2028 …

It’s hard to say how it started, maybe I started it – before I was born …

The RHOBLEY-FREAKS are rolling up from S’compton, carrying tar-fear getaway schemes. And I know them. I point them out to the crowds and mutter, slowly, silently, then loudly:

“TIME FUCKERS!”

And the crowd shifts focus, because the pain in their stomach is making decisions now.

The “Time of Emptiness”, also known as the GREAT NO FOODIE AT THE GROCERY STORE EVENT of 2026 … there came a need for blame storming, and I provided the perfect target: rogue time travelers, or TIME FUCKERS.

Best part: even the guilty wonder if they might be guilty, and not yet know it …

As the days passed, children reported parents as “sus time travelers”, husbands and wives pointed fingers …

“I believe some of YOU are TIME TRAVELERS, and must be destroyed before you do more damage.” — my statement to Clallam County Courts, at my murder trial, 2027

(I was staring at the jury, then the judge)

Even as my own life spins out of control, I will keep blaming time travelers and pointing them out …

that’s kind of what I’m saying …

when the truth about time travel is revealed in 2026, then the flood gates of uncertainty open up …

a new bazai tree hell of RESET causality envelops local space-time …

Madela Effects, cats that identify as maybe-alive, all sorts of fucked up shit ensues ….

remember the first rule of time travel: if it can be done, someone already done it …

when the TIME TRIALS begin, CYBER Abigail Williams will be present, and trans, ported … from a gelatin bath in sector-88 … disease ridden, covered in boils …

Tipler cylinder frame dragging against the relativistic monkey fuck. Gorg-style Chronos, running causality disinfectant sub-routines, looking for easy action as Cassandra shoots another dose of dragon dust … mainline the broken tree, forget the future that is now no more … re-engage with dormant dwarf salamanders and torn chasms of dark regret … named Sadie …

What if the RESET was always about time travel?

And the “Fourth Turning” gonzo-freaks?

What if they’re just degenerate gamblers, living on a Tipler Cylinder?

what if BOBLIMPTOCK is really the ARMAGEDDON BATTLE of the OVERLAPPING TIME WARS?

you will know …

you will see …

(in time)

And then there’s the TIME-BOMB, all Glory to Lord Cool-Train …

TIME-BOMB

The ultimate super weapon …