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October 11, 2007

Jim: Home to Roost

A massive plasteel bunker, unused since the Mars rebellion was quashed a century ago, lay nestled under a mile of Antarctic rock and snow. In this bunker, System Admiral Tanamura met with his officers.

“Earth just turned down the Belt’s request for independence last year.” Tanamura waved a hand at a map showing impact zones around the planet. “So how did the Belters pull this off?” he pleaded. “It takes decades for an asteroid to get here.”

“Direct incoming,” a non-com interrupted.

“Shoot it down!" Tanamura yelled, "Blow it up!”

Surprisingly calm, the non-com replied, “We’re out of missiles, sir.”

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Comments

Jim, I still enjoy reading your work. It's inventive and I really appreciate the fact that you so rarely resort to potty humor. Having said that I'm sure that if the other authors read this the next week or two shall be filled with potty humor or better yet, anti--...never mind. Bitter, party of one, your table is waiting. Just kidding.

Posted by: Eric at October 11, 2007 1:31 PM · Permalink

Wow! Thanks, Eric!

A nice comment like that makes me flush with pride.

;)

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 11, 2007 1:49 PM · Permalink

Hey there Jim. better look out, someone's got a crush...

Posted by: Ted Bronson at October 11, 2007 5:28 PM · Permalink

If somebody wants to have a crush on my writing, that's fine by me!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at October 11, 2007 6:02 PM · Permalink