E.J. Gold - Trump Is a Four Letter Word

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: Gold, E. J., author.

Title: Trump is a 4-letter word / E.J. Gold.

Other titles: Trump is a four-letter word

Description: Nevada City, CA : Gateways Books and Tapes, 2018.

Identifiers: LCCN (print) | LCCN 2018001151 (ebook) | ISBN 9780895566225 (pdf) | ISBN 9780895561442 (pbk.)

Subjects: LCSH: Trump, Donald, 1946- | United States--Politics and government--2017

Classification: LCC E912 (ebook) | LCC E912 .G65 2018 (print) | DDC 973.933092--dc23

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2018000840

IntroductionMore Science High School Yearbook
June 14, 2017

More Science High School Yearbook

June 14, 2017

On a lunch break at More Science High. Party On, Dudes!!! Rufus Lives!!!

As you probably already know from the CNN, FOX and CNBC news media, Im a visitor on Guest status with the U.S. Government, from the 37th century.

Oh, not your 37th century. You live in a SIM a World-Simulation and SIMS dont have time, not in the sense youre thinking of it.

Here in the 37th century, Im enrolled as a sophomore in high school More Science High and I have a small grade problem. Im presently carrying a D-Minus, slightly lower than a plain D Minus.

My classroom participation rated me an A+ and I have my hand in the air all the time at a pop quiz, dont you?

I get A and A+ test scores all the time, but thats dragged down slightly by an F in homework Ive yet to crack a textbook or do a homework assignment, because when I get home, I have a responsibility to my online clan to defend the base until dinner time.

Okay, so how does this affect YOU?

Well, technically, I AM you, and this is just another letter to yourself reminding yourself to wake up and live.

Waking up is hard to do.

Cindy 5-0 sports a new pair of sunglasses from Rigel IV.

If you can Remember Yourself, you can at least get a grip on it. In order to Self-Study or gain Self-Knowledge, you need to have some idea of what and where the Self actually is, because dollars to donuts, it isnt in your body.

Ill explain in detail.

Here in the 37th century, Im at my desk writing this blog, but inside the quantumized SIM machine in the History Lab at More Science High, Im at my desk writing this blog. Can you see the difference?

Okay, lets go through the steps, until you remember THE KEY, and regain your presence here in the 37th century.

When you get THE KEY, you will immediately transfer your identity back to the PRESENT TIME, which is 4:08 Thursday here at More Science High, but of course its ALWAYS 4:08 Thursday here in the 37th century, but you knew that.

So lets review the situation:

Youre sitting at what looks to you like a computer somewhere in the 21st century of Earth History, but you KNOW that actually your forehead is stuck to the SIM MACHINE here in the 37th century, and that the 21st century is constructed from a compound collection of historical data gleaned from the wreckage of the human race.

Fact is, we dont really know much about the 21st century. Were just beginning to learn a little, and were probably not going to like it, from what Ive seen.

Voncha Segdellia arrived back in the 37th century to tell us about Donald Trump.

War, hunger, pestilence.

Here in the 37th century at the History Lab, we have similar angst Life-Pain. For instance, this morning, just after the class-change bell, I arrived here to discover that the Glarg Machine is out of order, so there goes MY lunch break.

I gulped down several cups of scalding hot Joke-a-Macha, logged on to 21st century Earth, and here I am to tell the tale.

Took rebirth somewhere around Pearl Harbor and the New York Worlds Fair, my double target for destination, and Ive been at it ever since, collecting data for Professor Wassermans 21st Century History Term Report.

While here, I happened one day to watch one of your movies, entitled Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure, in which they persuade or capture several historical figures and bring them back to their time-frame to explain themselves.

Socrates does a marvelous job, and Billy the Kid is an obvious choice he turned out to be much less cooperative when I tried to convince him to sign on to our high school project than in the film.

It wouldnt be so lonely here if we had one of those 56 position History SIMS.

Of course, not everyone you meet in the SIM is a student. Almost all of the 8 BILLION HUMAN-STYLE CHAT-BOTS that inhabit the Earth are empty, devoid of content, driverless cars.

Youll note a few taxicabs in the swarm of humanity those will be the monitors, also known as aliens or extraterrestrials.

When Georgio pronounces the word extraterrestrials, it comes out Extratesticles. Its hard not to laugh out loud.

So here at More Science High, we have a first-class high-tech History Lab, inside which is a 36-position HISTORY SIM.

Its not your ordinary High School History Sim, either. Its a Zeiss Hybrid World Projector, the kind with the 360 degree full-immersion and The Tingle, which allows you to actually feel and sense everything thats happening to your Avatar inside the world-SIM.

If youre able to Remember Yourself, you ought to be able to control your passage through the SIM. If not, youll identify with the local lifeforms and youll actually BECOME your History SIM personality, haw, haw.

It happens to the best of us.

Every teenager in the 37th century learns to live with those mistakes. I once thought I was actually a human being living on Planet Earth in the 29th century, where theres plenty of sex, drugs and rock-and-roll, in which anyone could get easily lost, and Ill bet youve had that experience at least once.

As if its not bad enough to hang out in the organic world, we gotta hang on on Planet Earth talk about pain, and then add in Donald Trump and you get nothing but insult added to injury.