And a Child Will Lead Them


Or rather a memory jarred from childhood will.

Take look at this picture.

superboy telepathy machine

Looks familiar.  It was published in 1957, shortly after my eighth birthday in Superboy.  How to give Little Charles ideas and no doubt this one did.

Making the equipment was easy enough.  All I needed was a big enough cardboard box, we always had them and my big can of Tinker Toys.  I made a bunch of dials from the Tinker Toys by taking spools and putting short rods into the center holes, punch holes in the box to put the dials in and there it was, all ready to control the brains of everyone around.

The helmet was even easier.  All it needed was my toy army helmet and a suction cup dart for the antenna.

Symbolic radionics.  I had never heard of that, no one had, and the box went on to be a spaceship control panel and the helmet used for other things.  Things do not last at that age.

Even so, on far Aldebaran, a being not human looked into a hole in space and time and said, “In sixty earth years, that child will be Uncle Chuckie.  Our seed has been planted.  Watch well to see what harvest it will bring.”


Dealing With A Failure of Eugenics


There is no better proof of the wisdom of mass abortion than the sight of the disgusting little eaters of Tide Pods wandering the streets trying to make us give up our rights.  Well, we have an answer for them.

To do this you will need as follows:

A photograph of a high school.  Any high school will do.  Pick one geographically far from you as you do not want to have traffic near you disrupted.

Now you need this.  It’s Jonestown after the Kool-Aid Festival.


Next you will need this sigil for suicide.

sigil of suicide

Ok, now take this good stuff and put the photo of Jonestown on the input of your radionic box along with the sigil.  Put the photo of the school on the output.  Set the rate for the relationship between them and watch the fun.

Viddy well, little Droogies.  Viddy well.

I’m shaking my head


As the usual boo hoo hooing goes on over the monthly school shooting goes on as if anyone gave a damn, I can’t help but be amazed at how stupid the shooters are.  If they would take the time to learn psionics they could do ever so much more damage with a photograph and a flashlight than they ever could do with a gun and there is no way they could be caught.

Truly we are raising a generation of tide pod eating morons.

It’s Mars Day



Today, as I have done since 1970, I call upon the God of War to send destruction to humanity just for the fun of it.

Martian in the Iron Mask Day



martian mask

Happy Martian in the Iron Mask Day.  A good day to use mind control on anti-gun morons. Make them do something stupid.

Wait, they did something stupid when they were born.

Psionics Against Gun Control


In the name of Uncle Chuckie, the compassionate , the merciful:

In the 1940s, A. E. van Vogt wrote a story called, “The Weapons Shop” and in it was the motto, “The right to buy weapons is the right to be free.”  And, once again, our freedom is being threatened and it is time to use psionics to do something about it.  Thus your Uncle Chuckie has come up with a solution.  You will need to do as follows.

Print up a photo of the lastest poster thing of the gun grabbers.  In this case one of the deformed and retarded Tide Pod eating morons the media is trotting out, but any of them will do.  The specific person is not important.

Take two ordinary targets and sandwich the photo between them, gluing the edges together.  The reason for this is because people who run gun ranges sometimes frown upon using photographs for targets and this way they cannot see anything.   No one is going to notice if the target is a bit thicker.

That being done, set up your radionic box with a photo of you on the input plate and a satellite picture of the country on the output and set the rate.  Now go to the range and have a noisy version of The Two Minutes hate.

Put the target on the target holder and run it out to your usual practice distance.  With your weapon of choice, slowly and hatefully put holes in the target, knowing that each bullet you fire is also going through the photo on the inside.  As you do this, the hatred and anger that you feel with also be transmitted to the subconscious minds of everyone in the country.  If all goes well, lots of people who normally would not even notice, will feel totally unreasoning hatred every time they see the face of the target and anything he represents will be the cause equal revulsion.

Save the target and when you get home, remove your picture from the input plate and replace it with the target.  Now, the target is probably going to be too large for that plate so take a sheet of foil, glue it to a sheet of cardboard, wire that to the input and put the hole-filled target on that to broadcast the energy you have put into it to whole country.  Set the rate and let it go.

Nature will do the rest.

Why are they so stupid?


I don’t get it.  I really don’t get it.  Why is that when people decide they want to blast a school they insist on using guns?  Guns can only kill a limited number of targets and the shooters always get caught.

If they had any brains they would use psionics and do a lot more damage with no danger of being caught at all.  All they would need is a photo of the school and a flashlight.  These people are just so damned dumb!

Xotar Day 2018



Today we celebrate Xotar theWeapons Master and it is appropriate, for never have we had greater need for psionic weapons than at this time.

A Death in the Family


Brunhilda Cosimano. May 2000-January 22 2017.
There is a hole in our hearts today. Our friend, companion and pet, Brunhilda has gone to the fortress in the Astral that I have prepared for the next life. I have few words to say, only that a man who has no tears has no heart and I am shedding enough right now to float an aircraft carrier.
She gave us pleasure for 17 years and I hope that we gave her as much in return. One of her last acts was when I bent down to pet her last night, she grabbed my hand with her paw and held it to her face.
She passed peacefully this morning just after we got out of bed.
RIP little friend. Wait for me. I am an old man and it will not be long until I join you.

One little thing pusscake.  IF you read this, please, please please, do not let the other cats talk you into playing in the Fire Control Stadium.  Those guns can cause serious natural disasters back here on Earth.

Ave atque Vale.

Call them what they are.