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A Zionist Conspiracy Theory Claim, Debunked draftA Zionist Conspiracy Theory Claim, Debunked
Conspiracy theorist's claim: The Jews are in control of the world, as evidenced by the fact that most U.S. foreign aid goes to Israel.
One of the most common claims touted by the Zion Conspiracy theorists is that Israel gets the most foreign aid from the United States. It is true that Israel is the top receiver of U.S. Foreign aid which is about 2.4 billion dollars as of 2009, according to the U.S. Census Bureau(1), but they're not receiving 51% or greater of the pie chunk. In fact, there's a total of 45 billion dollars worth of foreign aid that is being distributed by the U.S across the world as of 2009. Israel receives 2.4 billion dollars worth, and that means it gets only about 5% of the pie. If Jews are really in control of the whole world, then why does Israel get so little of this aid? To put it in perspective, the national debt for 2009 was about 11.9 trillion (2). Therefore, it appears that foreign aid (military and economic aid) is b
The 435th day on the H.H.The only upside to regaining your sanity is that you no longer are haunted by visions of monstrous creatures; particularly bloated, bipedal green octopi with wings that are way too small to lift even a fraction of their own weight. The downside is the realization that the stuff growing around the pipes are not doing anything to satisfy my hunger. My only way of ridding myself of the temptations of that radioactive fungus is to write constantly in my journal, even though there may be nothing of interest happing on this mausoleum of a space tugboat; save for one incident a few hours ago involving none other than Baldric's very own bootlick, or rather boot eater in this case.
We found the big bugger chewing happily on my second man's unattended right boot, along with a sock stuffed in it, in his quarters, much to my disappointment that there wasn't someone else wearing it, when suddenly the beast let out a loud groan and started a coughing frenzy.
"It must be choking on something!" Cried
The 432nd Day on the H.HThey say that starvation can lead to all sorts of problems, some of which is a loss of critical thinking or diminishing sanity, which is absurd. I just figured out an ingenious substitute for Zerg meat to use for one of my recipies that I had just conjured up in the backside of my grey cranium, which proves that my mind is still going a mile a minute. Now, all I need to do is to lure Baldric into this great big makeshift pot into the kitchen, cut up some of the fungus that's been growing on some of these pipes and I can have subordinate stew for dinner tonight! How did I do it? Well I can't live on this strange green moss all the time, especially since these past few days. But who am I kidding? What am I saying? How could I be so blind? I'll have roast Baldric for dinner and use this green moss as a garnish!
"Captain? Captain are you there?" A voice in my head echoed out, or at least I think it's in my head.
"I am here? Am I here? &
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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