Happy Doomsday everyone!
The 21st of December is of
course slated as the end of the world. Being in Australia; the 21st
is almost over; so I can say that the sun rose; and the sun has
(Almost) set as it always did.
Those of us who understand; those of us
who know, are aware what this means. For those who follow the
exploits of The Man With The Blue Box; this Marked Day of Destruction
has a special meaning, and warning.
21st December! The
Daleks first made their appearance on screen on the 21st
December
1963.
Hence the date has been declared
International Dalek
Remembrance Day!
The sceptics and the naysayers will
scoff at this; the way they did the certainty of solar flares;
massive quakes, and spontaneous combustion of the earth. But those of
us who know; do not take the Dalek lightly. No army of Man or Alien
can undo the machinations of the Exterminators; for they are a plague
of Anti-Life that has swept across the vast expanses of the universe.
There is no science of man that can
predict them; no NASA expert that would be able to warn of it; nor
any army on earth that could hold them back.
There is however a man. A remarkable
man that has stood alone against the Great Space Dustbin's; fighting
them back across billions of light-years, and aeons of time. He has
promised that protection for the earth; and the Fury of The Time Lord
sweeps away any who try to move against his favourite place.
The sceptics will say that when this
day came and went; there was no massive event; because the Mayan
prophecy was a myth.
But of course; The Children of Time
know the truth.
The Doctor always speaks the truth to
his Companions, and he is not one to mince words about the end of the
world. At the discovery of yet another scheme to tear down the human
race; The Doctor would give warning, just in case. And so the now
Infamous Calender was drawn and carved... and after six thousand
years history became story; then story became legend, and then legend
became myth...
But hidden in the walls of the Ancient
Halls; where the soothsayers looked across the Ether and saw the
truths hidden from the cold
unnatural tools of modern science;
there is, hidden by obscurity, the proof of what truly happened; and
what inspired that ancient warning of doom for all mankind.
On International Dalek Remembrance Day;
the monsters no doubt turned their inhuman glowing eyes toward our Pale Blue Dot; as have so
invaders many before them. For two Combatants that can step between millennia as easy as both our Invaders, and our Defenders can do...
what is that amount of time?
But the sun rose; and the sun set; and those of us who know the truth, also know why the world kept spinning, as it has for so many days before.
This is not a lone voice of madness; for there are many more of us who stand and speak with open gratitude to a man who has done so much; lost so much; and fought so hard against Nightmares, with nary a word of gratitude in return. To all those who know the story of The Doctor ("Doctor?" I hear you ask. "
+Doctor Who ?") this is a special day; when the Human Race escapes the Wrath of the Daleks, once again.
And so I close with the immortal words
of Jackson Lake, a man who knows the particulars of being a Time Lord
better than any of us:
“Ladies and gentleman, I know that
man! That Doctor on high! And I know that he has done this deed a
thousand times. But not once, no, sir, not once, not ever, has
he ever been thanked. But no more, for I say to you on this Christmas
Morn, bravo, sir!”
#EndOfTheWorld
It just suddenly struck me that I haven't advertised my own book in my blog yet. I put up a page; but really; if you're writing your first novel; you want to shout it from the rooftops.
