Back in 1962, I remember reading this story, which first appeared in Amazing Adult Fantasy No. 9:

(Journey Into Mystery reprinted the story in April of 1974)

Even at the tender age of 11, I remember chuckling at the campiness of the story, but the resolution left an impression on my mind, because I never forgot it. The surprising conclusion to the story can be read in a 2MB PDF file here.)

Years later, I read a short story in one of my dad’s many vintage science fiction anthologies which I ultimately inherited; the story, by Martin Gardner, was entitled simply “Thang.” Written in 1949, it may have been the inspiration for Tim Boo Ba:

HE Earth had completed another turn about the sun, whirling slowly and silently as it always whirled. The East had experi- enced a record breaking crop of yellow rice and yellow chil- dren, larger stockpiles of weapons were accumulating in certain strategic centers, and the sages of the University of Chicago were uttering words of profound wisdom, when Thang reached down and picked up the Earth between his thumb and finger. Thang had been sleeping. When he finally awoke and blinked his six opulent eyes at the blinding light (for the light of our stars when viewed in their totality is no thing of dimness) he had become uncomfortably aware of an empty feeling near the pit of his stomach. How long he had been sleeping even he did not know exactly, for in the mind of Thang time is a term of no significance. Although the ways of Thang are beyond the ways of men, and the thoughts of Thang are scarcely conceivable by our thoughts; still——stating the matter roughly and in the language we know——the ways of Thang are this: When Thang is not asleep, Thang hungers. After blinking his opulent eyes (in a specific consecutive order which had long been his habit) and stretching forth a long arm to sweep aside the closer suns, Thang squinted into the deep. The riper planets were near the center and usually could be recognized by surface texture; but frequently Thang had to thump them with his middle finger. It was some time until he found a piece that suited him. He picked it up with his right hand and shook off most of the adhering salty moisture. Other fingers scaled away thin flakes of bluish ice that had caked on opposite sides. Finally, he dried the ball completely by rubbing it on his chest. He bit into it. It was soft and juicy, neither unpleasantly hot nor freezing to the tongue; and Thang, who always ate the entire planet, core and all, lay back contentedly, chewing slowly and permitting his thoughts to dwell idly on trivial matters, when suddenly he felt himself picked up by the back of the neck. He was jerked upward and backward by an arm of tremendous bulk (an arm covered with greyish hair and exuding a foul smell). Then he was lowered even more rapidly. He looked down in time to see an enormous mouth——red and gaping and watering around the edges——then the blackness closed over him with a slurp like a clap of thunder. For there are other gods than Thang.

So it goes in our day, and so it has always been. To quote from a book of scripture held dear by members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (often called the Mormons),

“We have learned by sad experience that it is the nature and disposition of almost all men, as soon as they get a little authority, as they suppose, they will immediately begin to exercise unrighteous dominion.”  (Doctrine and Covenants 121:39)

Regardless of your particular spiritual walk, this statement has been true for as long as I have been able to observe humanity. Give a man or woman a little power (as they suppose,) and they will promptly begin to act like a feudal lord, safely ensconced in their own little fiefdom. Politicians do it. Bureaucrats do it. Bosses do it. Department managers do it. Teachers do it. School administrators do it. It’s everywhere. One autocratic gatekeeper can keep countless people from access to jobs, goods, services, assistance, visas, passports, approvals, authorizations, or whatever they happen to need. “That’s not how we run things here.” “We do things differently.” “I see no need to change.” “I don’t think so.”

We hear it every day, and in many places, it’s harder to remove a deeply-entrenched functionary or manager or director or senator or president than it is to remove inertia from matter.^[1] Yet it boggles the mind – how quickly people lose sight of the fact that they and their organization are really just a small part of a larger whole – the sum total of humanity.

In the 16th Century, John Donne penned the famous lines,

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

Donne understood that we are all interconnected, and that the success of one is the success of another; the failure of one affects all of humanity.

Centuries later, Martin Luther King wrote a clear and poignant summary in prose:

“We must all learn to live together as brothers or we will all perish together as fools. We are tied together in the single garment of destiny, caught in an inescapable network of mutuality. And whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. For some strange reason I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This is the way God’s universe is made; this is the way it is structured.”

As Benjamin Franklin stated, “We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.”

If we do not wish to perish as fools, as King said, we must return to principles of decency and the common good. As one small voice crying in the darkness,

• I call for businesses to return to principles of ethical behavior and look past the corporate bottom line to the greater good.
• I call upon politicians to look beyond their war chests and the next election to doing the job they were elected to do: raising the human condition.
• I call upon school systems, and boards and administrators to look beyond zero tolerance (which means zero common sense) and standardized test scores and once again begin caring about the welfare of their students more than the idiotic policies written at the behest of paranoid attorneys and clueless legislators.
• I call upon labor unions to return to their original purpose of guaranteeing fair wages and safe working conditions, instead of squeezing every last drop of blood out of an employer until businesses and factories shutter their doors.
• As redwood trees support one another in the forest by intertwining their roots, I call upon humanity everywhere to stand with one another, instead of against one another.

My voice is small “amid the noise and haste,” but I raise it anyway. We must get away from Me and Mine, and move back to We and Ours. Do this, and we as a species may yet reach the stars. Do it not, and our civilization is headed for implosion under the weight of social inequity, and then (as John Howard Griffin wrote), “we will all pay for not having cried for justice long ago.”

The Old Wolf has spoken.

[1] Thus far, only E.E. (“Doc”) Smith has managed that trick.

“Psychic Sylvia Browne told Amanda Berry’s mother that Berry had died when the two appeared on a talk show shortly after Berry’s disappearance nearly 10 years ago. Since Berry and two other kidnapped girls were found alive at a house in Cleveland this week, Browne and her psychic readings are facing a backlash from disgusted critics.”

-USA Today

Sylvia Browne

In an interesting episode of “Criminal Minds,” (Cold Comfort, 4/14), the plot seems to lend credence to the supposition that psychics can assist law enforcement to resolve cases.

Stanley Usher, portrayed by Vondie Curtis-Hall

According to a recent article at Slate on the same topic, “Academics have repeatedly tested the abilities of psychics to provide any useful information in a crime investigation, and the results are damning.” The article is worth a read.

When my mother was alive, her twilight years were plagued by an onslaught of scam mail and phone solicitations that very nearly bankrupted her, and would have done so completely were it not for some very favorable and rare events that recovered the bulk of her funds. As a result, I spent a good bit of time putting together the Sweepstakes Fraud Factsheet. Most of this website has to do with the rampant scamming of elders and the gullible by selling sweepstakes entry aggregations under the false head of “You may have already won…”, one section describes the Psychic Connection.

If you find yourself on a “sucker list”, sweepstakes offerings are not the only things you will receive.  The crooks think, “Ah!  We’ve found someone stupid!” and you will receive some of the most bizarre solicitations you have ever seen. “Psychics” and “Clairvoyants” from all over will want to improve your luck, free you from curses, cast out evil spirits, teach you how to win contests, and much more.

Be smart!  Avoid worthless solicitations of this nature like the plague! Never respond, or you’ll find yourself inundated with hundreds of similar offers.

Here is one of the most disgraceful examples of this kind of fraud.

As the Slate article mentions, “While not especially good at making predictions, psychics are typically quite skilled at self-promotion.” Science and good police work trump mumbo-jumbo every time.

The Old Wolf has spoken.

In 1921, the Chicago Tribune published the following cartoon by John T. McCutcheon, one of the foremost artists and political cartoonists of our nation. The numbers refer to the amount spent on World War 1, which for the United States is estimated at $22,625,253,000.00.^[1]

The title was “What the money spent on one war would do if applied to peaceful purposes.”

The list is as follows:

• It would criss-cross the continent with boulevards.
• It would irrigate and reclaim all our arid spaces.
• It would supply free education of the highest and most modern type.
• It would re-forest all the denuded timber lands
• It would build ship canals from the Gulf of Mexico to the Great Lakes and the St. Lawrence
• It would electrify all railroads and give them the speed of the modern interurban systems.
• It would supply every farmer with a tractor which will low 50 acres a day.
• It would build hydro-electric plants capable of supplying the nation with power.’
• It would buy all the coal mines of the country and have them owned by the government.
• It would give us a self-supporting merchant marine, without which we cannot be independent.
• It would eliminate the slums and afford wholesome housing for everybody,.
• It would supply the poor of the nation with the best of hospitals and promote anti-disease research.
• It would provide every seaport with a deep and well-protected harbor.
• It would build landing fields and mooring piers for a system of trans-continental air routes.
• It would provide old age insurance, which would rob the creeping years of their terrors.

Based on Dave Manuel’s inflation calculator, the amount spent by the USA on World War I would be the equivalent to $342,806,863,636.36 in 2012 dollars.

Given that the cost of the war in Iraq was roughly $2.2 trillion dollars, (more if you count the interest on the debt incurred to finance that war), we’re looking at a figure roughly an order of magnitude greater.

The economy is now so large and things have become so expensive that the same 2.2 trillion today would not do as much as it might have in 1921… but it would do a hell of a lot. According to David Roberts, it would have gotten our nation halfway to a renewable energy system.

I’m rapidly approaching retirement age. While everything on McCutcheon’s list is noteworth, it was that last bullet point up there that made me sit up and take notice, especially with the GOP slavering to cut social security benefits to balance their warmongering.

Given the employment situation in our nation, which on the ground and in the trenches is far worse than any civil servant or policy wonk would ever admit to, I have to ask the question:

“As a nation, and as human beings, have we taken total leave of our senses?”

Let it be remembered that only Congress can wage war, and despite the efforts of repetitive previous administrations to promote and promulgate wars for personal gain – I’m looking at you, Dick Cheney – only Congress can authorized the funding. And yet we continue to elect, and re-elect, people – largely privileged and wealthy individuals who are unaffected by the economic terror that is snapping at the heels of so many, both elderly and young – who happily raise their hands to vote for obscene outlays of our national cash, present and future, taken from the pockets of you and me and our children and grandchildren – for the purpose of death and destruction.

When it first percolated up, the Tea Party sounded like a wonderful idea. I even attended a rally in my home town years ago, thinking I would find like-minded citizens who wanted to return to the concept of a republic run for the benefit of its people. What I saw that day was the wildest fringes of every tinfoil-hat group on the planet, and immediately saw that there was no salvation to be hoped for under that head.

I’m beyond outraged and beyond terrified. The increasing gap between the rich and the rest of us worries me not only for myself (as long as social security holds for a while, I should be OK on a daily basis, but that won’t help me pay off any housing debt any faster) but for my posterity. We have the wherewithal as a human species to make life better for everyone on the planet, but apparently not the moral (and certainly not the money-fueled political) will to do it.

Something’s gotta give. As the inimitable Benjamin Franklin said at the signing of our Declaration of Independence, “We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.”

The Old Wolf has spoken.

[1] Spartacus Educational