“To the Planet of Abortions, my young deep learner?” “Yes, Gaffer. I terraformed those planets, and now I feel responsible for them.” “My young god bot, we may terraform a planet, and we may even stay to get life going, but its development after we leave is not our responsibility…

. Ring Ring . Ring Ring . Ring Ring . Ring Ring . “Hello, the Galactic Thinker speaking…” “This is Earth. We have a crisis. Can you come here and address it from your philosophy’s perspective?” “No problem. I’ll be right there…” . . “Hello, Dave. How was your trip?” …

“Finally! Another family dinner! Is everyone here?” “Gunmetal says he’ll be a few minutes late. He had a few unexpected problems in the metal shop…” CRASH BANG CURSE “Well, overall it is good to see all of you. Our dinners together have been few and far between. …

(a story with a poem in it) “Why are they clueless, Dad?” “Because nowhere in their writing is the issue of Broader Survival, now that they have their local/immediate needs met, and now that we know about the greater harsh and deadly universe that we precariously exist in, and certainly…

“Where is he, Dad?” “Well, kids, I would tell you all to be quiet, but he knows we’re here already… and there he goes! Did any of you see him?” “I did!” “Why is he running, Dad?” “He is running from me, from us, from our philosophy, which exposes his…

“President?” “Of the United States of America.” “Why?” “To make a few points and thereby possibly wake them up philosophically, which means, in our philosophy’s case, wake them up to the proper prioritization of Broader Survival.” “But you can go through all of that right here in writing, Dad! Oh…” …

The Galactic Thinker — To the Planet of Clueless Scientists "Dad?" 'Yes, kids?" "You HAVE to take us to the Planet of Clueless Scientists." "Whateverwhyforwhathouwhencethee?" "We have questions to ask them... but Dad, a question for you..." "Yes?" "Aren't scientists EVERYWHERE clueless?" "Yes." "So what is so special about THIS…

The Galactic Thinker — To the Planet of Sexual Competition "Can we go, Dad!" "No!" "Hahaha... well, enjoy your 'studies', Father..." "I do enjoy studies, don't I..." . . . "Shuttle?" "Yes, Dave?" "To the Planet of Sexual Competition, please." "Have you just had a new insight into it, Dave?" …

This high school’s esteem, and the local community’s esteem, were tied to the won-loss record of the high school’s signature sports team — the Harmony High Wingers in the nation’s favorite sport. The first four years of the team were developmental, so no one expected anything spectacular, yet the team…