Fire Fly Air Force-Chapter 18

Chapter 18.

Morty raced home, and found Gracie on guard on the pillow above Ben’s head.

“I need your help.”

“What can I do?”

“I need a bed sheet, two clear glass bottles, and some twine.”

The two of them scurried about the house looking for materials.

“If we do this right, my idea will work,” he said, “If we do it wrong, well, we can’t do it wrong, we have to succeed.”

“Michael called while you were gone, and the night of no moon is tomorrow.”

“Oh great,” said Morty, “nothing like a little pressure. I have to finish this gadget before then.”

The two guardian angels worked through the night.

“This looks like it might work,” said Gracie.

“Thank-you,  I got the inspiration while I watched you and Max fly.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” he replied without any more explanation.

Gracie decided not to pursue him with any more questions, but her curiosity was growing. When Morty is ready, he will tell me, she thought. They finished the invention just before dawn.

“Let’s test it,” said Morty, and off they went.

Gracie sat on the back of Skye Scooter right behind Morty. Her back was to his. She held the invention in her lap.

Morty sped up and then gave Gracie the signal.

“Now,” he shouted.

Gracie tossed the invention into the air behind the scooter. She watched a large parachute open. It had a bottle tied to the center of it. A hole in the chute opened into the bottle.

“It opened smoothly,” she hollered to Morty.

“Great.” He landed Skye just as the sun began to make the morning sky glow red.

“Let’s get some rest before Ben wakes up.”

To Be Continued . . .

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Another Player in the Wabbit War

The Wabbit War took a new turn this week. Grumpa Joe has a strange and exotic new adversary. Events took place at the bird feeders that are disconcerting. The beautiful birds are leaving. No amount of food put out by the Alliance will keep them coming into the yard.

Surveillance of the front feeder resulted in the sighting of the new enemy, Sheik Nay Boars Khat. Not a hawk, or squirrel, or a wabbit, the Sheik uses stealth to capture and kill unsuspecting gold finches. The adversary was last seen leaving the yard with captured prey between his jaws.

The history of this type of creature reveals that he is a hunter predator. Larger members of his species are known to capture wabbits.  That makes him an ally of Grumpa Joe, except for the bird thing. Grumpa Joe loves his birds, and so far, the new predator has only taken birds, not wabbits. That makes him a new enemy.

Grumpa Joe had an out loud discussion with himself on how to discourage the Sheik from stalking birds. It only resulted in sympathy for the enemy from Grandma Peggy. Even though she is in Alliance with the wabbits, she does not want to see the new enemy harmed.  Her attitude will change once the Sheik takes out a wabbit.

Meanwhile, as the focus in the garden shifted to dealing with Sheik Nay Boars Khat, Osama Bin Wabbit snuck under the barrier and took out a Sedum Autumn Joy which was about to bloom. He chewed off the buds, and left the stems for dead.

Fire Fly Air Force-Chapter 17

Chapter 17

The Fire Fly Air Force demonstrated their flying skill for Morty as planned. They were magnificent. Morty was pleased.

“Your fliers will be the perfect way to deliver the message,” he said.

“We can begin practicing immediately,” said Luke.

Morty felt like the conductor of an orchestra. He stood in one spot and raised his hand to start. The fireflies responded just as he directed them to do. Luke’s fliers were so well trained that the job was easy. Morty taught them the message in one night.

“Your fliers are fabulous. They follow direction very well.”

“They have to fly well to avoid capture by the Phyros,” said Luke. “Gandor and his tribe are always after us.”

“Have you lost manyvfliers?”

“So far we have been lucky; we only lost one flier to a Phyro. Most of the casualties are on the ground. Phyros sneak into the crowd and catch our citizens off guard.”

Lex returned from his traitorous mission to tell Gandor about the games. He arrived just in time to begin rehearsals with Morty and Luke. No one in the air force suspected Lex as a Phyro, not even Luke. Luke was good at recognizing a Phyro because Nancy taught him all of the Phyro’s traits.

“Watch their tail lights,” she told him. “Just as it turns on, the color is a pale yellow for a moment, and then it becomes normal. Their flashes are not as sharp as ours.”

Luke studied these traits on his many secret trips into the Phyro yards. As a young firefly, he took short trips into the Phyro’s yard. He knew it was a dangerous thing to do, but he wanted to study them. His trips were always in the daytime when most fireflies rested. He kept his light off to stay undetected. When he was in Phyro territory, he walked through the grass, staying low and hidden. If Nancy ever knew what he was doing, she would have beaten him. Luke’s father had gone exploring into Phyro territory, and never returned.

Prince Lex was a Phyro, but he learned all of the Lucern habits. He had to know their traits well to be a spy. In fact, he was more like a Lucern than a Phyro, and they did not recognize him.

Lex became a spy to please his father. King Gandor did not give his son much love at all. Lex longed for his father’s love and would do anything to get his approval. Each time Lex brought information, Gandor made the same comment.

“Is this all you have for me?”

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Lex learned the special message from God during the rehearsal. What a beautiful message, he thought. I wish God would send me a message like that.

After rehearsal, Lex went to see Morty.

“Morty, I understand you are the one who rescued Torch from the Phyros.”

“Yes, I am, but I only snatched Torch from capture. It was Nancy who recognized that he was in danger.”

Lex told him how much he enjoyed practicing.

“I am a spy,” he blurted to a shocked Morty.

“My father Gandor is king of the Phyros. Gandor made me join the Lucern tribe to spy on them, Luke does not know it, but his air force has been providing the Phyros with food all summer. I tell Gandor where the air force is performing, and he sends the tribe to watch. They capture unsuspecting Lucerns while they watch the games.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I only want my father to love me, but he doesn’t. I can never make him happy enough. When I learned the special message during practice, it changed me.”

“Does your father know about the message?”

“He doesn’t know about the message, only about the games.”

“We have to tell Luke,” said Morty.

“He will kill me when he finds out what I did.”

“No, he won’t, I will talk him into sparing you.”

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Luke’s tail light glowed so bright, it nearly became hot. The news about Lex displeased him. Morty calmed him and spoke to him in a gentle tone.

“Luke, use this information to your benefit. Listen, I have a plan.”

The two of them huddled alone as Morty explained his plan. Luke came out of the meeting smiling.

“Flash,” he said, “Go get Lex, and bring him to me.”

Flash brought Lex before Luke. Morty sat by quiet. Luke angrily scolded Lex.

“I should kill you, but I won’t. Instead, I want you to take this message to your father.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to understand, just do as I ask. Take the message, or I will tell your father that you confessed,” commanded Luke. “Gandor will banish you, and the Lucerns will shun you. You will be in exile all alone. Take the message, and I will accept you as a Lucern.”

Lex flew off to find Gandor. Morty excused himself. As he left, he said,

“I’ll be back on the night when there is no moon. Meet me in Ben’s yard.”

An Appropriate Solution

Don’t you think everyone would quit complaining if it was announced that the Jews and Christians were going to build places of worship right next to the new Ground Zero Mosque. The Muslims would probably change their plans knowing the Jews were there, and the Christians would be singing hallelujah.

Is It a Religion or a Political Ideology?

     I have a problem with the Muslims building a Mosque at Ground Zero. It is a stupid move designed to show us that Muslims are going to convert we the infidels, and they have begun the process. It is something called Dhimmitude. The real problem I have with the mosque is they have a right to do it. The very first sentence in the first amendment to the constitution specifically states

“Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof:”

that Islam is a religion, then the boilerplate readings give it a tone of peace and love. So, why then are the extremists such hateful, revengeful, and ruthless killers of non-Muslims?

     I believe it goes to the fact that Islam is also a political ideology. They start by feeding the lovey, peacey thing and evolve into the power over all men “do as I say” thing. All across the Mid-East are countries whose politics are Islamic, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia, Yemen, Sudan, Libya, Liberia, Egypt, Lebanon, Turkey, and a few I left out. Egypt and Turkey pretend to be secular, but can turn into Islamic states overnight.

     The one tenet of Islam that is scary, is a thing called Sharia law. The religion declares there is but one set of laws that count, those of God. Sharia is that law in their eyes. What that means is that Muslim believers can only live by one set of laws, and that is Sharia. Be damned if the USA has a Constitution and is a Nation of Laws, they do not give a shit. The end-result is that the religion dictates how they want to live in a country. Once they begin lobbying for their own set of laws to dictate to the rest of us they are a political entity.

My logic goes like this:

Islam is a religion

Religion is not politics

Therefore, Islam is not political.

On the other hand, if I use this logic something different comes out.

Islam follows Sharia Law

Sharia Law rules all

Therefore, Islam rules all.

     Both of these theorems are true. The dilemma here is that there is a conflict between the two tenets of Islam and our Constitution. It is my opinion that Islam cannot co-exist peacefully in the United States of America if Muslims continue to believe that Sharia law is integral to their beliefs. On the other hand, if they adopt US Law as the dominant law of the land, and denounce Sharia, they have the same rights as any other US citizen.

     A Muslim who continues to embrace Sharia as the only true law will be in constant conflict with his principles and as such presents a threat to the tranquility of the non-Muslim citizenry.

     The preamble to the Constitution:

     We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution of the United States of America.

     Can the US meld the Sharia law into the US Justice System? If so, then Justice and Tranquility might be possible. If, the two are in conflict events will arise that destroy the domestic tranquility. We will have a country within a country. Two sets of rules on the same street, same town, and same state. Do we invent Muslim police to enforce Sharia law, and our regular police to enforce US law? How would that work? If I commit adultery, and I am a Muslim, Sharia defines it as a crime and defines the punishment. It is quite different from US law. The country will tear itself apart much the same way, as it did when half of us owned slaves and half did not.

     We cannot, we must not, allow Islam to practice in the USA and expect the country to remain united.