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In the darkest corners of deep space, scientists have discovered the most gargantuan galactic fireball ever known to mankind.

The star, known as R136a1, is a staggering 265 times heavier than the sun and millions of times brighter.

The new discovery has thwarted the minds of the greatest scientists, who thought it utterly inconceivable that stars greater than 150 times the size of the sun could exist.

Raphael Hirschi, researcher at Britain's Keele University, says if the galactic monster were to replace our sun, its immense gravitational pull would suck the earth in so close that an earth year would last only three weeks. He adds our planet would be saturated in ultra violet light, rendering it an utter biological disaster.

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The R136a1 has been located by astronomers in the Tarantula Nebula, 165,000 light years away from Earth. In fact, the star is so distant that it can only be viewed in the Southern Hemisphere with the world's most powerful telescope.

Paul Crowther, astrophysicist at Sheffield University in Britain, has lead a team on the discovery by using the aptly named Very Large Telescope (VLT), as well as archival material from the Hubble Space Telescope.

For maximum clarity, the team conducted the exploration in the driest and most desolate part of the world - the Atacama Desert in Northern Chile. It was here they also discovered a cluster of stars purportedly holding surface temperatures of 40,000 degrees Celsius, more than seven times hotter than our sun.


Whilst surprised by the discovery, Dr Crowther says it's an extremely rare phenomenon that's unlikely to be topped any time soon.

Astronomers, however, are not the only ones getting excited. The finding has prompted vehement advocacy from the previously scorned Underground Society for Esoteric Scientists (USES), who proclaim the star is not just one big bertha, but a blazing cluster of entities engaged in deep galactic conspiracy.

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The politicians tale is one of woe and
A litany of promises written in sand
He journeys upon the election trail
To be leader of the party is the holy grail
Just one more term is his catch cry
Just one more, he says, before I die
His Disciple, Peter, sharpens his knife
After all, it’s just another political life
Two terms, you said, and the job was mine
So why are you now wasting my time
But the party, it says, comes first
So Peter must wait to slake his thirst
For the voters remember the GST rake
Peter’s tax of Grab, Steal and Take
Besides the voters might bellow
If we try to run Abbott and Costello
It won’t matter how we coat it in honey
The people just won’t think it’s funny
And so Never Ever Johnny flies hither and yon
Georgies sheriff, the saviour of everyone
Except, perhaps, small children overboard
And those who find drugs in with their surfboard
Refugees receive his most tender attention
And are offered the best, five star, detention
While citizens overseas are deported
And this fact is never reported
If we should ever be found out
It was Labour’s fault, is what we will shout
After all it was they that wrote the act
We only mention it with great tact
Visitors to our shores we would never detain
But our hands are tied, we can’t refrain
We beg you, please, look at the good we do
Our neighbours love us, really it’s true
Timor to the north we saved from slaves toil
For the amazingly small sum of half their oil
A share in this bounty the poor might think
But first they must answer to centrelink
Made to jump hoops by Johnny’s minister
It all smacks of something far more sinister
All the disabled who are surely shirking
On the streets they should be working
Lazy, he says, poor management and greedy too
Cut the wages of the poor, that’s what we’ll do
It’ll create jobs, just mark my words, you’ll see
The greatest thing for them is what it will be
And those whose crime is to be fifty years old
Will do their penance by working for the dole
Single mothers their children will have to sell
To appease Johnny’s vision of Dante’s hell
Where your children wait as hopes for a job fade
As with China John sells our future for free trade
John and George the same deal did agree
So you have the joy of more Yankee TV
For a price that just can’t be beat
When the shooting starts, a front row seat
As well as a health plan that is real fine
And if you should need it, a box of pine
The politician’s vision has spread far and wide
To the point where academics want torture applied
But only when the end it seems,
At least to someone, justifies the means
And when at home the politician goes about
Telling farmers there is no drought
The proof of this is there to be seen
Just come and look, my lawn is still green
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Magic II

October 28th 2007 02:39
Love is a form of magic. The first meeting, the first fleeting touch, the first kiss. These all are magical moments. But being in love can lead to other magic in the natural world.

There was a girl. I met her at the beach. Love is such an easy thing to fall into at seventeen. It’s the magic, you see. We had good times together.

At one point she invited me to spend a weekend in the snow. This was as a part of a church group she belonged to. Ah, the magic of young love. Of course I said yes. Well, you would, wouldn’t you. A weekend in the mountains, alone with the girl you love. Well, her and a dozen other people, her parents included.

Still, the possibilities are endless. At least the hope of endless possibilities is there. Alright, alright, I had no hope of being alone with her. But the magic is that when I looked into her eyes, we were alone.

But all this is just an aside to the real point, the real magic.

There was a carload of us, packed like sardines, which is a great way to travel when the sardine next to you is the girl you love.

It was raining as we climbed towards the pass that would take us to the cabin above the snow line. The rain turned to cloud, then we broke through the cloud. Ahead of us, in air so clear it sparkled, was a rainbow.

Not the type of rainbow you get just anywhere. This was the type that lovers get, right there in front of you, the type with the pot of gold at the end.

Lovers deserve, rightly or wrongly, the magic that goes with being in love. But then, there are the little bonuses that happen independent of the rest of the world.

There it was, the rainbow, right in front of us. The magic was there too. We drove through the rainbow. The fleeting colours. We were in the rainbow, then it was gone. An instant of magic that lasts a lifetime.

The magic, ah yes, the magic, that stayed in my heart. And as magic is real and there really is a land over the rainbow, I now live in OZ.

And the girl? Well, she is still there although her name has faded into the mists of time. She is still part of the magic in my life.

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