Linda Moulton Howe's research is premier, folks. Check it out:
Monday, June 23, 2014
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Gobekli Tepe worlds oldest city...
Check out this site of the oldest buried city in the world, Gobekli Tepe, which is 12,000 years old. Find out why it's important at all.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ0ViMVxKZA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ0ViMVxKZA
Bible Belt...
Ok, so this is what happens when you go down
south, to Bible Belt, South Carolina. & spend time with moms, going
along with her to church. What else can i tell you?
-Daniel Canada aka Obsidian
-Daniel Canada aka Obsidian
Thursday, June 05, 2014
The Alaskan Pyramid Mystery...
Keep an open mind, open...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k145U_KyeM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k145U_KyeM
Monday, April 21, 2014
On the Spot Correction...
Sometime you have to give those flipping rabbits an on-the-spot correction! Ha ha ha!
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
More on the untold prehistoric...
That was back in February 2002. But instead of finding gold on Gowers Mountain, Snyder found a giant fossilized footprint, at least it looks like one, embedded in solid granite.
The footprint was found in what becomes a creek bed during the rainy season. It looks as though something big crossed the creek a long time ago leaving its footprint behind. What made it and when? Who knows....Granite is supposed to have formed over 1 billion years ago.
(Here's the site): http://s8int.com/phile/page56.html
The footprint was found in what becomes a creek bed during the rainy season. It looks as though something big crossed the creek a long time ago leaving its footprint behind. What made it and when? Who knows....Granite is supposed to have formed over 1 billion years ago.
(Here's the site): http://s8int.com/phile/page56.html
Monday, April 07, 2014
The Passing of a Hollywood Giant...
Mickey Rooney graduated from planet Earth today...
(Cut & paste into your URL field)
https://movies.yahoo.com/blogs/movie-news/mickey-rooney-hollywood-s-first-teen-star-dies-115318329.html
(Cut & paste into your URL field)
https://movies.yahoo.com/blogs/movie-news/mickey-rooney-hollywood-s-first-teen-star-dies-115318329.html
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Did the Nephilim really exist?
Cut & paste this site into your URL field.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azjWu6Uva8k
-Obsidian
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=azjWu6Uva8k
-Obsidian
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Ancient Sumeria...
I think it's about time we resurrected some of these ancient Sumerian goddesses. This here relief is one of the goddess Ninsun, the goddess of beer! That's right. And she's probably one of the oldest gods known to mankind.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Resurrecting a Piece of Art...
This is actually a statue/art work of me, which moves and sprouts poetry from several works of poetry I wrote over the years. The incredible artwork was done by my dear friends Daniel & Magdalene from Zurich, Switzerland several years ago & displayed around the world. I thought it would be fun to resurrect this piece.
-Obsidian
-Obsidian
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
A Tribute to a Great Man...
Ok. LISTEN UP! Being that this is Black History Month & I am an Afro-American poet/artist/whatever you want to call me, it is incumbent upon me to represent one of American history's greatest achievers of the last century. So without further ado, I present to you Matthew Henson!
-Obsidian
Matthew A. Henson
Born August 8, 1866
Nanjemoy, Maryland, USA
Died March 9, 1955 (aged 88)
The Bronx, New York, USA
Matthew Alexander Henson (August 8, 1866 – March 9, 1955) was the first African American Arctic explorer, an associate of Robert Peary on seven voyages over a period of nearly twenty-three years. They made six voyages and spent a total of eighteen years in expeditions. Henson served as a navigator and craftsman, traded with Inuit and learned their language, and was known as Peary's "first man" for these arduous travels. During their 1909 expedition to Greenland, Henson accompanied Peary in the small party, including four Inuit men, that has been recognized as the first to reach the Geographic North Pole (although this has also been subject to dispute). Henson was invited in 1937 as a member of The Explorers Club due to his achievement and was the first African American to be accepted.
Based on research into Peary's diary and astronomical observations, Wally Herbert, a later Arctic explorer who reached the North Pole in 1969, concluded in 1989 that Peary's team had not reached the pole. This has been widely accepted, but some continue to dispute this conclusion.
In the late 20th century, S. Allen Counter did research about Henson's contributions and argued for more national recognition of the explorer. By presidential order, in 1988, the remains of Henson and his wife were reinterred with a monument at Arlington National Cemetery, near that for Peary and his wife. Henson has received numerous posthumous honors since then.
Henson was born on a farm in Nanjemoy, Maryland on August 8, 1866 to sharecroppers who had been free people of color before the American Civil War.[1][2] He had an older sister S., born in 1864, and two younger sisters Eliza and S.[3] Matthew's mother died when he was two. His father Lemuel remarried to a woman named Caroline and had additional children with her, including daughters and a son.
After his father died, Matthew was sent to live with his uncle in Washington, D.C. He paid for a few years of education for the boy, and died.[1] After his uncle's death, Henson got a job as a dishwasher at "Janey's Home-Cooked Meals Cafe".
At the age of twelve, the youth made his way to Baltimore, Maryland, where he went to sea as a cabin boy on a merchant ship named Katie Hines. Captain Childs took Henson under his wing, treating him like a son and teaching him to read and write. Childs and Henson were close for a long time. Henson sailed around the world with him for the next several years. He visited places such as China, Japan, the Philippines, France, Africa, and southern Russia. He became self-taught and a skilled navigator. After Childs died about 1883, Henson worked as a seaman and then on land.
While working at a clothing store in Washington, D.C., in November 1887, Henson met Commander Robert E. Peary. Learning of Henson's sea experience, Peary recruited him as an aide for his planned voyage and surveying expedition to Nicaragua, with four other men. Peary supervised 45 engineers on the canal survey in Nicaragua. Impressed with Henson’s seamanship on that voyage, Peary recruited him as a colleague and he became "first man" in his expeditions.
After that, for more than 20 years, their expeditions were to the Arctic. Henson traded with the Inuit and mastered their language; he also developed skills in driving the dog sleds and training dog teams in the Inuit way. He was a skilled craftsman, often coming up with solutions for what they needed in the harsh Arctic conditions; they learned to build igloos out of snow, for mobile housing as they traveled. He and Peary with their teams covered thousands of miles in dog sleds and reached the "Farthest North" point of any Arctic expedition in 1906.
In 1908–1909, Peary mounted his eighth attempt to reach the North Pole. The expedition was large, as Peary planned to use his system of setting up cached supplies along the way. When he and Henson boarded his ship Roosevelt, leaving Greenland on August 18, 1909, they were accompanied by "22 Inuit men, 17 Inuit women, 10 children, 246 dogs, 70 tons (64 metric tons) of whale meat from Labrador, the meat and blubber of 50 walruses, hunting equipment, and tons of coal. In February, Henson and Peary departed their anchored ship at Ellesmere Island's Cape Sheridan, with the Inuit men and 130 dogs working to lay a trail and supplies along the route to the Pole."
Peary selected Henson and four Inuit as part of the team of six who would make the final run to the Pole. Before the goal was reached, Peary could no longer continue on foot and rode in a dog sled. Various accounts say he was ill, exhausted, or had frozen toes. He sent Henson on ahead as a scout.
In a newspaper interview, Henson later said: “I was in the lead that had overshot the mark a couple of miles. We went back then and I could see that my footprints were the first at the spot.”Henson proceeded to plant the American flag.
In 1912 Matthew Henson published his memoir about his arctic explorations, A Negro Explorer at the North Pole. In his own account, he describes himself as a "general assistant, skilled craftsperson, interpreter [he had learned the Inuit language], and laborer." He later collaborated with Bradley Robinson on his 1947 biography, Dark Companion, which told more about his life.
Although Admiral Peary received many honors for leading the expedition to the Pole, Henson's contributions were largely ignored during the following decades. He was honored at dinners within the African-American community in 1909. He spent most of the next thirty years working on staff in the U.S. Customs House in New York, located south of the Bowling Green.
However, he was admitted as a member to the prestigious Explorers Club in New York City in 1937, and made an honorary member in 1948. In 1944 Congress awarded him and other Peary aides each with a duplicate of the silver medal given to Peary. Presidents Truman and Eisenhower both honored him before he died in 1955.
Henson died in the Bronx on March 9, 1955, at the age of 88. He was buried at Woodlawn Cemetery and survived by his wife Lucy. After her death in 1968, she was buried with him.
-Obsidian
Matthew A. Henson
Born August 8, 1866
Nanjemoy, Maryland, USA
Died March 9, 1955 (aged 88)
The Bronx, New York, USA
Matthew Alexander Henson (August 8, 1866 – March 9, 1955) was the first African American Arctic explorer, an associate of Robert Peary on seven voyages over a period of nearly twenty-three years. They made six voyages and spent a total of eighteen years in expeditions. Henson served as a navigator and craftsman, traded with Inuit and learned their language, and was known as Peary's "first man" for these arduous travels. During their 1909 expedition to Greenland, Henson accompanied Peary in the small party, including four Inuit men, that has been recognized as the first to reach the Geographic North Pole (although this has also been subject to dispute). Henson was invited in 1937 as a member of The Explorers Club due to his achievement and was the first African American to be accepted.
Based on research into Peary's diary and astronomical observations, Wally Herbert, a later Arctic explorer who reached the North Pole in 1969, concluded in 1989 that Peary's team had not reached the pole. This has been widely accepted, but some continue to dispute this conclusion.
In the late 20th century, S. Allen Counter did research about Henson's contributions and argued for more national recognition of the explorer. By presidential order, in 1988, the remains of Henson and his wife were reinterred with a monument at Arlington National Cemetery, near that for Peary and his wife. Henson has received numerous posthumous honors since then.
Henson was born on a farm in Nanjemoy, Maryland on August 8, 1866 to sharecroppers who had been free people of color before the American Civil War.[1][2] He had an older sister S., born in 1864, and two younger sisters Eliza and S.[3] Matthew's mother died when he was two. His father Lemuel remarried to a woman named Caroline and had additional children with her, including daughters and a son.
After his father died, Matthew was sent to live with his uncle in Washington, D.C. He paid for a few years of education for the boy, and died.[1] After his uncle's death, Henson got a job as a dishwasher at "Janey's Home-Cooked Meals Cafe".
At the age of twelve, the youth made his way to Baltimore, Maryland, where he went to sea as a cabin boy on a merchant ship named Katie Hines. Captain Childs took Henson under his wing, treating him like a son and teaching him to read and write. Childs and Henson were close for a long time. Henson sailed around the world with him for the next several years. He visited places such as China, Japan, the Philippines, France, Africa, and southern Russia. He became self-taught and a skilled navigator. After Childs died about 1883, Henson worked as a seaman and then on land.
While working at a clothing store in Washington, D.C., in November 1887, Henson met Commander Robert E. Peary. Learning of Henson's sea experience, Peary recruited him as an aide for his planned voyage and surveying expedition to Nicaragua, with four other men. Peary supervised 45 engineers on the canal survey in Nicaragua. Impressed with Henson’s seamanship on that voyage, Peary recruited him as a colleague and he became "first man" in his expeditions.
After that, for more than 20 years, their expeditions were to the Arctic. Henson traded with the Inuit and mastered their language; he also developed skills in driving the dog sleds and training dog teams in the Inuit way. He was a skilled craftsman, often coming up with solutions for what they needed in the harsh Arctic conditions; they learned to build igloos out of snow, for mobile housing as they traveled. He and Peary with their teams covered thousands of miles in dog sleds and reached the "Farthest North" point of any Arctic expedition in 1906.
In 1908–1909, Peary mounted his eighth attempt to reach the North Pole. The expedition was large, as Peary planned to use his system of setting up cached supplies along the way. When he and Henson boarded his ship Roosevelt, leaving Greenland on August 18, 1909, they were accompanied by "22 Inuit men, 17 Inuit women, 10 children, 246 dogs, 70 tons (64 metric tons) of whale meat from Labrador, the meat and blubber of 50 walruses, hunting equipment, and tons of coal. In February, Henson and Peary departed their anchored ship at Ellesmere Island's Cape Sheridan, with the Inuit men and 130 dogs working to lay a trail and supplies along the route to the Pole."
Peary selected Henson and four Inuit as part of the team of six who would make the final run to the Pole. Before the goal was reached, Peary could no longer continue on foot and rode in a dog sled. Various accounts say he was ill, exhausted, or had frozen toes. He sent Henson on ahead as a scout.
In a newspaper interview, Henson later said: “I was in the lead that had overshot the mark a couple of miles. We went back then and I could see that my footprints were the first at the spot.”Henson proceeded to plant the American flag.
In 1912 Matthew Henson published his memoir about his arctic explorations, A Negro Explorer at the North Pole. In his own account, he describes himself as a "general assistant, skilled craftsperson, interpreter [he had learned the Inuit language], and laborer." He later collaborated with Bradley Robinson on his 1947 biography, Dark Companion, which told more about his life.
Although Admiral Peary received many honors for leading the expedition to the Pole, Henson's contributions were largely ignored during the following decades. He was honored at dinners within the African-American community in 1909. He spent most of the next thirty years working on staff in the U.S. Customs House in New York, located south of the Bowling Green.
However, he was admitted as a member to the prestigious Explorers Club in New York City in 1937, and made an honorary member in 1948. In 1944 Congress awarded him and other Peary aides each with a duplicate of the silver medal given to Peary. Presidents Truman and Eisenhower both honored him before he died in 1955.
Henson died in the Bronx on March 9, 1955, at the age of 88. He was buried at Woodlawn Cemetery and survived by his wife Lucy. After her death in 1968, she was buried with him.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
And we thought "Iron Man" was just a Movie...
Check out this site: http://news.yahoo.com/military-39-39-iron-man-39-suit-may-141715486.html
The first prototypes of a
high-tech suit of armor to give soldiers superhuman abilities could be
ready to test this summer, according to top military officials. The
suits, which have drawn comparisons to the one worn by Marvel Comics
superhero "Iron Man," could be delivered to special operations forces as
early as June.
The Tactical Assault Light Operator Suit,
or TALOS, is being developed by engineers at MIT; the U.S. Army
Research, Development and Engineering Command (RDECOM); and researchers
at other businesses and academic institutions. Prototypes of the suit,
which is designed to provide protection from bullets and is equipped
with a variety of sensors and cameras, are being assembled and could be
ready for the military to test in June, reported Military.com.
The
TALOS technology will be rigorously tested, and military personnel hope
to have operational systems in the field by August 2018, according to
Navy Adm. William McRaven, head of the U.S. Special Operations Command. [See video of the military's futuristic TALOS suit]
"That
suit, if done correctly, will yield a revolutionary improvement in
survivability and capability for special operators," McRaven said at the
25th annual Special Operations and Low-Intensity Conflict conference
this week in Washington, D.C., according to Military.com.
The
suit includes features such as 360-degree cameras with built-in night
vision capabilities, sensors that can detect injuries and apply
wound-sealing foam, and bulletproof armor.
Eventually, the TALOS systems may include full-body exoskeletons complete with screens that display information about a soldier's surroundings, according to Military.com.
The technology could give
American soldiers a "huge comparative advantage over our enemies and
give our warriors the protection they need," McRaven said.
Government
agencies, corporations, universities and national laboratories are
collaborating on the TALOS project, and the military may explore ways to
distribute prize money as an incentive for others to get involved in
the program, McRaven said.
"We are already seeing astounding results of this collaboration," he added.
The
TALOS project began as a way to explore how technology can be used to
protect special operations officers better in combat zones. "With all
the advances in modern technology, I know we can do better," McRaven
said.
Monday, February 10, 2014
I just thought I'd throw this out at you...
Check out this link, folks:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMBt_yfGKpU
-Obsidian
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMBt_yfGKpU
-Obsidian
Monday, February 03, 2014
The Cauldron of Wisdom...
The Star Child
By Obsidian c.2014
Fiat Lux!
Behold the primal heat of
The ever expanding mother's
Womb
So, fuck Aristotle and
All the rest of the philosophers!
I see them crawling on
Their knees like vagabonds
Beggarly to drink the knowledge
Flowing from this cauldron
I receive you all under
The quivering fire that shook
The very foundations of the
Cosmic throne
Behind the veil of time the
Heavenly Sephiroths part so
That we can embrace you all with
Nuclear fusion!
For I was a man-child gazing
Under the brilliant canopy of
A billion stars when She baptized
Me in her interstellar luminosity
Dazzling She was
as She raised me to
Indescribable heights
From the bends of my knees
Oh! Holy Mother
Ishtar
Isis
Shiva
Minerva
Artemis
Innana
Oh! Holy Whore of
Babylon Queen of the flaming
Igigi and Djinn
Let our hands touch
The essence of your stars
Of asteroids
Of quasars
Of Comets
And elliptical and spiral
Galaxies
Let us dip our hands
Into the cauldron of
Your ancient womb
So, fall back in shame
You hobos of intelligentsia!
Into the enfoldment
And aeons of the fabric of
Space and time
Retreat in humiliation
As you behold the
Birth of The Star Child!
By Obsidian c.2014
Fiat Lux!
Behold the primal heat of
The ever expanding mother's
Womb
So, fuck Aristotle and
All the rest of the philosophers!
I see them crawling on
Their knees like vagabonds
Beggarly to drink the knowledge
Flowing from this cauldron
I receive you all under
The quivering fire that shook
The very foundations of the
Cosmic throne
Behind the veil of time the
Heavenly Sephiroths part so
That we can embrace you all with
Nuclear fusion!
For I was a man-child gazing
Under the brilliant canopy of
A billion stars when She baptized
Me in her interstellar luminosity
Dazzling She was
as She raised me to
Indescribable heights
From the bends of my knees
Oh! Holy Mother
Ishtar
Isis
Shiva
Minerva
Artemis
Innana
Oh! Holy Whore of
Babylon Queen of the flaming
Igigi and Djinn
Let our hands touch
The essence of your stars
Of asteroids
Of quasars
Of Comets
And elliptical and spiral
Galaxies
Let us dip our hands
Into the cauldron of
Your ancient womb
So, fall back in shame
You hobos of intelligentsia!
Into the enfoldment
And aeons of the fabric of
Space and time
Retreat in humiliation
As you behold the
Birth of The Star Child!
Sunday, February 02, 2014
Stay Tuned...
Haven't posted for a minute. I'm still thinking of how to edit a new poem. So, stay tuned...
-Obsidian
-Obsidian
Friday, January 31, 2014
Double Edged Sword...
"And in no books were
they written so the scribes could
be smitten by the double-edge sword
protruding from my mouth now the
King of the North and the Prince of
the South speaks words unheard by
men but yet uttered by the Djinn..."
(Excerpt from poem "Foundation," by Obsidian c.1991)
they written so the scribes could
be smitten by the double-edge sword
protruding from my mouth now the
King of the North and the Prince of
the South speaks words unheard by
men but yet uttered by the Djinn..."
(Excerpt from poem "Foundation," by Obsidian c.1991)
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Moving on from Facebook Post...
Ok, folks, I've finally come to the conclusion of posting my excerpts from my book: "Hobo Handbook: Memoirs of a Homeless Poet in New York." I want to thank all of you for your encouragement and support, especially in regards to the many comments rendered in connection with it.
I'm glad you enjoyed perusing them as much a I did in creating them. Now, wish me luck as I proceed to take these excerpts to the mainstream media. Whew! I'm sweating bullets already!
-Sincerely
Daniel Canada a.k.a Obsidian with these posts.
(Here's the facebook page, for those of you who hadn't the chance to read the post-Note: these are much earlier post. So you'll have to scroll down to reach them. Good luck!):
https://www.facebook.com/daniel.canada3
I'm glad you enjoyed perusing them as much a I did in creating them. Now, wish me luck as I proceed to take these excerpts to the mainstream media. Whew! I'm sweating bullets already!
-Sincerely
Daniel Canada a.k.a Obsidian with these posts.
(Here's the facebook page, for those of you who hadn't the chance to read the post-Note: these are much earlier post. So you'll have to scroll down to reach them. Good luck!):
https://www.facebook.com/daniel.canada3
Saturday, January 25, 2014
About Dinkles...
About Dinkles
LISTEN UP! I'll try my best to make this as short & painless as possible.
As you might know, I'm not very big into cats. I love all animals in general. However, years ago I had a girlfriend who was very into cats-she had 9 at one time! Anyway, she happens to have rescued a pair of kittens. One female, one male, about the same age. The male she named Pepper. The female, Sweety. As time progressed the kittens grew older and started fucking, as all of us animals do. As a consequence Sweety gave birth to a WHOLE litter of tiny, little, kittens.
Since this particular girlfriend came from a challenged family, and didn't necessarily want to have children (at least not with me) we called this new litter "our children."
But the story gets worst.
In the litter of newborns was a very teeny-weeney kitten, she named "Lefty"-I renamed her "Dinky," since she was so small & I later changed it to "Dingles" (In fact, I renamed ALL of her cats-because that's what I do and I'm good like that). Getting back to the point. This poor, teeny-weeney, kitten was having some serious after-birth problems, and unlike the rest of her siblings, wouldn't crawl over to her mother to receive milk from her breast. It eventually deteriorated to the point where she stopped moving and just laid there, at a distance from the rest of the litter, in a tiny ball. We watched little "Dinkles" ominously as she eventually gave up, stop breathing and died.
Needless to say, my ex-girlfriend had a hissy fit and damned near lost her mind all up in the house. And we were discussing ways to safely dispose of "Dinkles" little body, in a respectful way, without drawing too much unwarranted attention from her nosy neighbors. Hours later when we returned to the litter from searching out a decent burial site, a miracle happened! Little "Dinkles" had, like the biblical Lazarus, reawakened from the dead and had managed to crawl over to her mother, shoved her way around her greedy little brothers and sisters, and began partaking of her portion of mother's milk. We were astonished at this sudden turn of events and really didn't have an explanation for this revival.
As the years progressed, my girlfriend and I broke up and began hungrily scouring the earth for another or better lover, but remained life-long friends. I would, from time-to-time, come over and visit her and the much older, healthy, cats-all 9 of them! And, of course, I would visit the exuberant and vivacious "Dinkles," who had the humorous predilection of running up to walls, jumping up and performing back flips from it, the likes of which would make Olympic judges proud.
"Dinkles" became my little girl. Needless to say, even though cats have 9 lives, after 15 years of having fun and finally getting cancer, "Dinkles" said she had enough of clowning around on planet earth, for us stupid human's enjoyment and departed to the astral world.
Being that I was never much of a cat lover-like my ex-girlfriend-I was surprised how affected I was by all of this.
I beg your pardon.
What's the point I'm trying to make, you ask?
Right.
Here's my point:
My brother, Gregory a.k.a Hobobo and I, after much deliberation, decided to start up a publishing company, "Murduk Publishing, Inc.," with the view to self-publishing a long-written historical fiction novel, entitled "Hegemony," through the famous crowdfunding site call Kickstarter. Being the poor-ass blokes that we are-and many of you know our story of how we fought to rise out of living on the streets, as homeless poets & co-hosts-we made an effort to supplicate you for your generous support.
This could've come in the form of anything from $1.00 to as much as $150.00. Now, we understand that most folks in the artist & poetry community are "struggling artist," as are we; so we're NOT demanding anyone to do anything, which would put themselves in financial jeopardy. Needless to say, we are running out of time to raise such funds, in order to see our dream reach fruition, and are now rushing headlong into the abyss of extinction.
We are not mad at anyone for this. The fault is our own.
However, we do appreciate the financial assistance we did receive from a number of friends & acquaintances in the community-and when we say we are grateful to you for your contributions, we mean it from the very bottom of our hearts. We are NOT ingrates or arrogant.
So, as I promised, I'm going to make this "Short and to the Point." (Yeah right!) In less than 20 days we will fail to reach our projected goals of raising $45,000 (that's correct-that's how much it cost to properly publish & market a book) and will have to descend into the chasm of the earth and make friends with the subterranean darkness of the void.
Note: We ARE NOT afraid of failure! We have PHD's in failure & Masters degrees in overcoming disappointments.
Nonetheless, like "Dinkles" we WILL experience a resurgence of life, learn from our mistakes and reorganize another another form, with a new invigorated strategy that shall meet our goal. And like little "Dinkles" we will be doing back flips on walls, when we finally are met with this certain success.
For those of you who supported us financially in our campaign, we think you sincerely from the depths of our souls. For those of you who even took the time to offer us words of encouragement along the way, on Facebook, we thank you profusely from the bottom of our hearts. Sometimes simple words can prove to be as inspiring as material wealth. For those of you who might've quietly hoped that we failed miserably, kindly remember the story of "Dinkles," and keep a handy supply of ointment available.
Because, like a rash, WE WILL BE BACK!
-Sincerely, Daniel Canada a.k.a Obsidian
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