Research has led to the discovery of the heaviest element yet known to science. The new element, Governmentium (Gv), has one neuron, 25 assistant neurons, 88 deputy neurons, and 198 assistant deputy neurons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.

   These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons.  Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert; however, it can be detected, because it impedes every action with which it comes into contact. A minute amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that would  normally take less than a second to take from four days to four years to  complete.

   Governmentium has a normal half-life of two to six years; it does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neurons and deputy neurons exchange places. In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since  each reorganization will cause more morons to become neurons, forming  isodopes. This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as critical morass. When catalyzed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium, an element that radiates just as much energy as Governmentium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons.

Since a politician never believes what he says, he is quite surprised to be taken at his word.

                        -- Charles de Gaulle

He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.

                        -- Horace, poet and satirist (65-8 BCE)

On CBC 690 broadcast from Prince George 2008 Jan 11, they were talking about forests and the pine beetle.  Then a Chilcotin spoke: We must look after the land.  If we look after the land, the land will look after us.

From Robert Pinsky's Gulf Music, the book review under BOOKWATCH above:

Every man's memory is his private literature.  -- Aldous Huxley, novelist (1894-1963)