Balmoral Hall School - Optima Anni Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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,5 ,5',f.f'a X A Y' X .B -ani. insane. , lthef e f -else in the. knowledge -of what is best for the w.or1d. Only by joining their T3,lg5iT15fN.1ihEi evils :ont our planet. But being controlled by them is the evil. They claim wafyf peacei, syetiwjithin them there is rebellion and discent. They plan to keep the peace, 'those -opposing -them. Tff66do'mHc57fl31ZHe- individual, I am insane: because I believe in nonviolence, I am insaneg fpreservaytion.-of'all life., Lam insane: and because I tried to stop their ways which I see as a athemiandl understand what they are 'trying to do. You must be strong enough to prevent them ij:1ius:t2beTieve,'me2,i ,Iamf not insane, they are. They are out to destroy life in their search for gp opiesatgainsti them. iefiihybul! -,G .5- l QT' Li ma I 5 snguuli ge'-5 --+f Another futile attempt by inmate i,fl32'784! Burn immediately. United States Officer 4i2983'7045. Nancy Lemon

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PLEA FROM A MADMAN Earth, 21st Century I pray that you, whoever you are, will have found this in time to save the world. I hope that you will be able to understand what I'm trying to tell you, for it is imperative that you realize what is happening about you. You, who are reading this, are perhaps the only one who can do anything to save the human race, for you will have the knowledge to do something. I can only pray that it is not too late. I have been passing my time Qfor how long I couldn't begin to imagine, perhaps a few years, maybe moreg I have no conception of time herej in confinement, away from all human contact. My captors guard me through automation. I have very little personal contact with others and I assure you, they are not human in any sense of the word. My world consists of four whitewashed walls. A machine wakes me up. A machine brings me my food. A machine brings me liter- ature to occupy my long lonely hours. A machine simulates night by switching off the lights, presumably at the same time every night, not a second sooner, nor a second later. A camera surveys me every minute of the day and an infra red camera observes me at night. I cannot recall the number of times that I have attempted to write this warning. Each time my efforts have been in vain. My captors have found them everytime, but they continue with the charade that they do not realize what I am doing. Then just when I feel sure that I have succeeded they find it and take it away. After they have a good laugh over it, they burn it and return the ashes to torment me. At last I have succeeded in concealing my efforts from them. They will find no evidence of its existence. The truth will be heard through you and the world will no longer be ignorant of the enemy's threatening power. My name is of no consequence, as you would probably have no previous knowledge of it, but I once worked for our enemy. I was their puppet and did as they wished. I built their bombsg tested their equipmentg designed their defense systemsg launched their rocketsg and helped them grow in strength and power. Almost too late I realized what was happening. I went over all the data that was taken during all those underground nuclear tests. The contamin- ation is building up under the earth's crust, seeping into its faults and cracks. Unless somethingis done it will kill millions, including their own people. And why? Merely as proof of their power. They were so overpowered by the necessity to prove their strength that they gave no thought of its aftermath. I could not allow myself to be an instrument in the death of millions of people. 1 I tried expressing my dissent, but was quickly and efficiently suppressed. Desperately I crept into the hidden complex one Q night and tried to sabotage those ungodly death machines. Regrettably I was stopped before I could do much damage. Immediately I was labeled as insane and my presence was eliminated by throwing me into this god-forsaken hell-hole. V' They easily find ways of quickly disposing of anyone who will not conform to their authoritarian ways. I I assure you that I am not insane, and I feel that my testimony is proof of my sanity. Your enemy is the same one ' that put me here. They are crafty, beware! They have spread throughout the earth like an undetectable plague. Your enemy may pretend to be your friendg again, beware. They have brainwashed the world into thinking that they are friendly and that their ways are the best. And yet, they conceal so much from us. While they profess to giving under- developed countries freedom if they submit to their power and join the enemy's nation, their own people live in bondage. They are unable to express freely what their beliefs are. I am not merely using you as a tool in my revenge against them. You must believe me and in what I say. My y I enemy is your enemy, is our enemy. Take it upon yourself to inform and warn our fellow human beings, for again I . say that they are not human like us, they have no feelings, only an unquenchable lust for power. They have, and still I are trying to fill us with delusions of their good intentions. They are brainwashing everyone into believing that they are the best power to rule, and they are succeeding! They promise peace, and yet only through a complete take over of the world can this ultimate peace be obtained. Their complete control is imminent unless we, you, can do something. E There is no room for individualism in their worldg no time for emotions. They hope to gain perfect control of the en- I vironment, as well as the people, to sustain only the important lives. Soon they will start selecting those who they see fit to continue livingg those who will submit willingly to their power. You must rebel now while you have a chance, I while they are still a small nation. K

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WHY WE WEREN'T One scarlet Sunday sundown It came And with it a fluid stench That surrounded and shrouded And all that was touched was withered. And all the world was waiting Waiting for a saviour And when he came They laughed. Didn't they realize? Didn't they understand? That this stooped old man was the one. And as their hideous howls resounded He left. For numerable days he searched And searched And found. At last they were face to face The frothing, foaming monolith And him. For days, for months, for ye They did battle And as the final fate drew n The disbelievers returned And rejoiced And a cheer went up all ove As they realized And they understood That this stooped old man w And in the chilly morning As the golden sun was rising The foe was defeated By the stooped old man. But the foe had maimed the And in his pain he cried for And the crowd cried out Drop Dead. And he did. And the world was saved And the man was not. Bev Jacks.