...The Skies Admit Your Truth...

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Bottom line? You're unconvincing, authoritarian, and use flat thinking! What you call your "bearing facts" ASSUMES your views are valid, Jack, and assumptions are what they WOULD be — that ass that's made of you and me.
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Your "proclamation with a sneer" betrays the tap root of your fear, that non-admitted holes abound within the "walls" adverted sound. "Walls" unsound by inculcation provide our errant degradation, while you distract us from that wound that you discount and then impugn.
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Conspiracy's a living monster you would hide or call impostor, but if power and control are there, then there are those who TAKE that dare! I'm not your strict "believer," friend, and I won't pay your freight — comprende'?
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Though, I won't buy what YOU sell, either; you're Danish fish. I need a breather.
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See, you prosecute your "tick-turds" gladly, spin the facts and dervish madly — convince us all that what we're seeing CANNOT be what we're believing. Though, there is *more* than what you offer, volunteer, propose, or proffer, and I must call your smirking bluff. I'm quite fed up. I've had enough.
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You don't make the slightest dent in what I'm seeing we must spend... to do the work and NOT pretend... but YOU won't even LOOK! Get bent!
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In its place your whistled catcalls, errant hooting, mocking pratfalls, your "cheap shot" shooting, faux support and profits made you don't report...
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See it's you who keeps the lie alive! You fake the truth —you have contrived— and you have strained a stained credulity casting your aspersions (..!.) — truly! A living lie is what you use to keep an edge —that you abuse— and all to keep us on your meter, paying taxes. You foul creature!
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Frankly, you're a toxic boor, a cad that should be shone ones door. You embarrass education, you're reproduction's abdication — you won't call a spade a spade; we live within the lies you've made.
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You sell a soulless, useless brew of sharp derision — sad excuse. Too, what does obfuscation do but compliment your glad abuse! All your aims are systematic, inculcated — autocratic; the status quo is what you've had to keep *your* treasures close at hand.
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Consider Gingrich bopping pages, but while critiquing Clinton's "graces." *Mourning* "death of all morality," he slides it IN... ...why won't you see?
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It's YOU, like this, with UFO's! You KNOW that something "flies" and "glows," yet you find *ways* — pretend it's final ... blow your smoke and make denials. Interpret facts as you would have them, proclaim some *facts* to keep us guessing — add some shred or bit of truth to sell agendas you intrude.
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Soon it is that you're found out, and then we'll see what you're about. We will find what you have hidden — take Tesla out of his derision, read the books that Sitchin writes as text books that just might be right!
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We would open hanger doors, we would search your *hallowed* floors, we would see what's been so secret, you've abused your privilege — SEE it!
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We would open wide the shades that keep us stupid, scared — betrayed. We'd expose those unelected scabrous thugs now undetected — living more fulfilling lives we'd soar and cleave from what's despised.
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You will come to know you're through, your time's run out and leaving you... ...to stew in juices you once used to torment what was once abused. I'm glad to say you'll suffer shame, and more when you avoid your blame.
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Plain it is, you better start (to break it loose) or come apart. Do it now, you filthy stealthy, aging *bad* news isn't healthy.
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Come clean now and save yourself the slings of *fortune* talked about. I'm betting you'll procrastinate, and do "too little" much "too late." There's little hope you see some light, and do your part to put things right...
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So I await for your glad demise, yet watch our starry, starry skies. They, at least, admit some truth: that time and space are monstrous, HUGE, and all that is imagined happens — plus the lot that's not . . . imagined.

• alienview@adelphia.net
• www.AlienView.net

You know who you are.

Enduring The New McCarthyism

It was just a little while ago... in moons (?), oh... sixty-eight... I promised that I'd let you know if I got stung by *fate*.
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Most will not remember then... a statement that I'd made — that I was unmolested (to that point) I wrote to say. I'd suffered no indignity. My future still looked bright. I sucked up new ideas and was changing dark to light...
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I was still a kind of hero — a veteran of the war. I was still an honored student of the kind that none deplore. I was aimed to be of service in a real world way. So, how is it I don't find work where fewer still would stay?
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Call it age discrimination (?), or more simply, "I don't fit," forgetting the predictions... I'm "a natural." -- that's no sh**. Too, I would think outside the box (and just a *tad*, at that); I'd be interested in learning ... though it turns a white cat black...

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Learning changes ones *convictions* to a plethora of choices that will bloom before ones eyes like desert flowers! Learning smashes the foundations that one finds were not so solid when one tests them with the edge of learning's power!

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...Learning changes the appearance some might otherwise project where their shadows were deprived in rising light... Learning tallies the unfairness of a culture tiered with classes so unjust or arbitrary — without right!

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The GI Bill's a *bad* thing, folks. I'm living proof of that. I studied real history as a grownup (that's a fact), and I discovered *small* details, had I but KNOWN... ...back then? Well, things would be MUCH different than they otherwise had been!
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I'd have never joined the Army. I'd have stayed away from war. I'd have seen new ports to issues where, before, they had *two* doors. "Either/Or" would have small meaning; there'd be a plethora of choice... where rights are more important and the *least* command more voice!
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I'd have never laughed at "nigger" jokes, or judged the girls flown by...as barbi-dolls an industry hard sells to you and I. I wouldn't train for teaching ...would have sought some other way (...there was NOWHERE an acceptance; they wouldn't HAVE me anyway...).
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And how am I that far off beam? Can someone with some BALLS please tell me what, specifically... what ailed them — one and all?
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Where am I too far afield? What MUST one, there, pretend? Where are my expressions just so grievous they offend? My expressions are all lawful, and my ethics are discerning. I have tested MY convictions, friend, and continue testing. Learning!
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Are UFOs the reason? Is it comment that I make? Does your conscience rather scare you, so you burn me at the stake? Do I seem an errant cannon — seen as "trouble" folks don't need? Then I suggest they check their *tools* they've used to make me bleed!
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I'm exactly what they *asked* for, those who set the "program" up! But this pogrom of rejection... disrespect? I've had ENOUGH! I've always been of service, and I've done the dirty work... work that many had avoided with their duties dodged and shirked!
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I continued sacrificing when I thought the cause was just. I'd continue contribution, but *elitists* broke the trust. I'd educate the children who would come up after me! See, I'd teach them the importance of the facts that keep them FREE!!!
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...But I won't follow party lines to lie and misdirect, or pretty up the *picture* for the scuts who lack respect!

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That's disrespect in sullen schools where one is disallowed, prejudged without due process, without benefit of doubt.
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That's disrespect to heroize, or paint the *rosy* pictures. That's disrespect to numb young minds with arbitrary strictures!
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That's disrespect to drug them when we won't afford the time... to nurture possibility that is each and every mind!!
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We' re TOO damn *free* to disrespect, manipulate, or charm, then stuff them into cannons... later? Push them into harm!!!
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This is what's perceived beyond... ...this blade of persecution which I seemingly must suffer for... audacious elocution? Though, I sense a grand conspiracy that hides within the system, and it's all about glad dollars and their senseless acquisition!
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I perceive manipulations of a hapless "working class"... that is trained to all its ignorance and contrived to mock their past. I can see the rape and plunder of the many by the few, and it's all done in the *interests* of that clueless me and you.
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Consider, Johnny Ford is such a man who pays the *price*. He's the guy who rots in jail for some*toothpaste* nuked and spiked! He's surely railroaded by convicted crooks, galore; these couldn't stand *attention* brought a'knocking to their door!

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Now Ford is persecuted 'cause he opened up his mouth, FORGET his whole contention might be soaked and stuffed with doubt! John was, YES, torpedoed, for a crime he didn't do. He had no free expression; nor do I, and nor do you.
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...And If I'm across that "line not crossed", than I have news for you. You set the bar too LOW, my friend; there's more in this to view! I was in your bosom and I lived the life decreed. I believed a life of service was the better nation's need!
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I'll now perform that service as a function of critique, and I'll better serve this nation than their apologists would seek. Our nation is the new Rome and it should not be adored; adoration's too forgiving, and there's stuff we can't ignore. So, I am NOT the problem that you'd like to think I am? But I'd expose a problem 'cause I find I give a damn!
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And I want you to remember what must seem to slip your mind (those who persecute me, sullenly, for my consciousness despised): You will only make me meaner, and there're others meaner still. Dismiss us at your peril; we're impossible to kill.

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You would paint me as an enemy when I've always fought for you? It's this nation's BEST ideals that I fight for! Yes, it's true!
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· alienview@roadrunner.com
· http://www.alienview.net/


Fact is? I have no free expression. If I don't have it? Then, neither do you.
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I am being persecuted (denied a living), frankly, for expressing rational views on interesting subjects that are piece, part, and parcel of our human consciousness or experience. They are subjects in no way irrational, violent, or prurient even as they are discomfiting subjects. They're just critical. What's the problem?
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Is it the interminable essence of my PAQ ("Prosery" of Arguable Quality)? Is it the starkly conscientious contentiousness of my social commentary? Is it my rational interest in UFOs and the abduction phenomenon and all their other astonishing ancillaries?
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Is my graphic art that disturbing and unsettling — a lasting reminder to you of something that seems convenient (if unethical) to forget? Is my very amateur music that discordant and exasperating? Machine elves shall not be denied minus even the chemicals required to encourage them to manifest themselves...
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Do you think that I might confuse the kids... (forgetting for a moment that it is better to confuse them than to bore them)?
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...What?
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No one has seen fit to challenge me directly on the foundations (or the appropriateness) of my rational convictions or teaching style. All my evaluations were top drawer. I graduated college Summa cum laude. One teacher on record even said that I inspired her to continue teaching... Yet... no one does me the courtesy of an eye to eye sit-down for a little logical and fair-minded counseling or appropriate mentoring.
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I'm not a know-it-all, reader! I live to learn, and I will only admit to a fairly low toleration for dogs (of any stripe) that won't hunt... as advertised. Regarding those *dogs* (ideas, methods, and techniques et al)... why bother?
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My dogs must hunt successfully, then feed exceptionally well. Well fed, there is digestion. I'll leave their comparatively more efficacious and fertilizing deposits where I suspect they need to go. No apologies here.
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I write epic songs, as affected as that may appear to some. They are in me to express, and I find them singularly exhilarating! That's enough, eh?
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Each of them has its own little jazz/folk tune to help carry it along and, collectively, they are like little keyholes into the universe for me. Rap a la Lehmberg. Sincerely. No apologies here, either.
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On the astonishing ride that these songs have become for me, I am in some way allowed to see a little deeper into the murk —actually a lot deeper— than I ordinarily can or remotely did before... My songs are like literary Blue-Blockers, sincerely. I add, nothing you couldn't do yourself, reader. See through fog, I propose.
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I go *somewhere* with my songs, for sure. ...Some folks share that they can go along, too. I'm abundantly satisfied in that venue. Though, my *satisfaction* is not the provenance of my explication. I don't think it would work that way.
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Every sentence of them provokes an essay which could stand alone. Every word is carefully chosen and even a mini education if the reader should have to look one or two of them up... There're not too many of these aforementioned.
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They are the *right* words, and they are an honest attempt to switch out verbal lightning bugs for literary lightning bolts. No apologies here.
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I'd write them, have to write them, even if I was the only reader. I have some small indication that there are a few more reading than just me, so the worst possible thing has happened... pause for effect... I've been encouraged. Cue the scary organ music!
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...Now you've done it... Abandon all hope ye who enter here!
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Abundant enough, the positive response to my situation by far and away exceeds the negative response. Too, none have suggested that I should NOT be a teacher in a substantial amount of personal mail, while my cowardly attackers and arbitrary detractors continue to hide in the anonymity of faceless "officialdom" or officious little nyms. So, again, what's the problem?
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What are you scared of?
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Why am I paying this unreasonable social price for writing songs of conscientious expression (if that's the problem)? Why do I have to endure this back-shooting dismissal for exercising guaranteed rights? Why should I allow this totally unexplained and completely unjustified reflexive disrespect for my very reasonable and conscious sensibility — a sensibility well within the assumed bounds of a refined civility...
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I mean, really, if I'm not WRITING about this stuff, UFOs and ancillaries, popular culture is otherwise shoving it up my... ...nose... !
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You might argue that I'm cut from a cloth not presently suited for public (and certainly private) schools, and that I would cause a disruption in the status quo. You might even be right... but one must struggle to REMEMBER that that is simply not the point!
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The POINT is that education largely fails in this country, is an uneven academic smear of regressive, grudging, and minimal effort, and that it only teaches children how NOT to lead (or intelligently follow) in the 21st century!
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That's the point.
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The POINT, moreover, is that American public education is a place where the exuberant are drugged to a convenient conformity, the creative are dulled and discouraged to the lowest common denominator, and the intelligent are summarily broken to suit short term faux-social goals. The special are largely ignored at both ends of the academic spectrum!
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It's an environ where the academic penny is saved at school... to incur the pound debt occurring later on at the freaking penitentiary... you all know this to be true. Indeed, I sugar-coat it, reader!
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You better hope and pray that persons like myself question the status quo! You better hope and pray SOMEBODY does. The "status quo" creates more misinformed criminals and rational psychopaths than ever before. Moreover, the status quo deserves every test and question leveled at it. There is growth no other way.
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The "status quo," the reader discovers, is just another societal dog that won't hunt! Besides, the status quo by definition must remain unchanged, even knowing that to remain unchanged is to die suffocating in your own wastes. Verily.
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Moreover, the multi-verse appears to love novelty as much as it hates the aforementioned status quo. There's a lesson in there, reader! The multi-verse is about CHANGE and the conservation of its evolving complexity! We are about to experience that cutting edge complexity.
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Are these preceding thoughts the expressions that I am to be pilloried for? My apologies! Not!

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I have eyes; I see. I have ears; I hear.
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Besides! I have every right of free expression this side of shouting "fire" in a crowded theater, don't I? Hell, I even have the obligation to do that given there's a real fire!
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Fire! FIRE, damn it!
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My expressions, further, do NOT: require my expiation, justify my continued persecution, nor do they warrant the arbitrary dismissal I continue to suffer!
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The aforementioned persecution has cost me 200,000 dollars in lost wages so far reader... while GWB made that in base salary every year for eight years and still sodomized our whole country! There's real irony for you!
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As I have said before, mash something down without GOOD reason "here", and just have it pop up over "there" — meaner. I'll leave it to the reader to appreciate what that might mean.

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For my money, all would have been better served by figuring some way to employ me in the system, but it is too LATE for that now. I was made, much too casually, an item on a social blacklist. McCarthy LIVES.

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It remains to be seen what the end result of that arbitrary assignation will be. A victory by either side is likely to be Pyrrhic, but I cannot go quietly away for having been merely dismissed by just ANY convenient, contrived, or arbitrary functionary or witless juice-sucking idiot and jingoistic mouth-breather!

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Those times are drawing to an accelerating close. Fasten your belts.
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NO, I'll NOT be silent about this new McCarthyism. I'll do as I promised 68 moons (or so) ago and be VERY proactive about reporting any persecution I've experienced as a result of my ufological interests and the unfettered artistic expressions of those interests. I'll also keep making lawful expressions of conscience and social commentary. I owe it to the best ideals of this nation (myself and our issue ) to continue, and I've not forgotten that this is America even if everyone else in the United States Education System... CAN.
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I was in your bosom, America. I patterned myself after the best of what you taught me! For conducting myself in our best traditions I'm to be turned away and cast out?

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Given opportunity? I'd reconsider.

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The implication is that if you can't accept me at MY low octane level... ...then you won't be able to accept what you MUST accept later on to survive a future that roars down upon us all like a long tailed comet from deep space!
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I'm no enemy. I'm that friend who breaks the inconvenient (but needed) news to you!
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Also? I AM you.
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Read on.

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Those Smirks & Sneers

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The future for all of us is all open ended. There is all the potential for limitless choice. But we're stunted, and covered and kept where life's filtered ... yes, much more controllable! Just, without informed choice.
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The stuff we have *learned* is an ax grinding dodge! Our History's "written" for the grace of a few. Grammar and High School were tools of the landed... ...They would break, bind, and chain us... before they were through.
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Yes, while whining that their struggle was "in everyone’s best interest." Whining that they "knew best," and were "guidance, God bestowed." Whining that the richest are indeed "maligned minority." Whining that "mere rats" are thieving treasured pleasure domes.
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...Read some Vallee; study Marrs; gleen some Hancock; view some Sitchin. They refute the errant pablum that is "school." There IS, verily, all manner of conspiracy afoot! A fraction of our populace surely plays the rest for fools!
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James Loewen describes it as cognitive dissonance: a behavior that's hobbled, tied up, or constrained. Truth's confrontation hurts the old bottom line ... So, keep kids in the dark, as adults... ...they’ll be trained.
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...And what is this, this disrespect... to lie, mislead... malfease, but to keep an errant status quo promoting this disease.
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The "truth"? It may be horrible ...too horrible for real, but it festers 'neath the scab by which it's covered. So, to keep us in the dark ... without some honest reason ... is to cripple our cognition so a truth is not recovered!
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It's the life blood of our nation, then; to connive and to conspire? It's politics as usual that would fan us into flame? It's the richest and their *interests* that must fuel our culture's power, while the poorest bear the unjust heat, and their children take the blame?
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...And where do the richest get off, do you think? Haughtily sneering at those who till soil? Those truly building the ~world~ of these rich; but buried alive to the neck in its toil.
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Those who scrape and hoard their pennies... they're too tired for revolution; they're enduring misled lives fearing "God" and "evolution"!
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These fuel the richest's pampered lives! These have built their institutions! These pump and heat the very water of the privileged… These are, in stunning fact, its constitution!
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So where’s the sneering come from... when a *lord* beholds his *serf*? The peasant is an underling? His eyes best in the dirt?
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Beneath concern or cruel contempt? A "convenient" lot for service? A knob on which to place the foot? The well abused made nervous.
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...A useful grease for your convenience that you use up like old socks. Some one without the where-with-all to complement your stocks…
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Well these "poorest" have the "richest", then, assaulting draining breasts... and these *rich* are sucking hard those straining nipples! They prosecute a turmoil for positions on our teat, while they work their deeds to keep our spirits crippled!
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What's this do do with UFOs? You shouldn't have to ask. It's all about the "status quo." What hides in that tall grass?

• alienview@adelphia.net


• http://www.alienview.net/

This goes for anyone who looks down their nose as a matter of reflex.
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This is for anyone with a proud look.
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This is for anyone who sneers.
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This is for anyone with a canted smirk.
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This is for anyone who wrongly detests the working stiff holding them in his or her providing arms, and manufacturing their complete convenience out of thin air — you lofty, sneering, clueless, and non-appreciative Elite!
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Conversely?
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Have respect for the builders/maintainers of your world, and we may lose our fear and mistrust of you — we may begin to learn a respect for you... ...a respect you'll never experience, you sullen privileged, as more and more human beings slip into undeserved, abject and inescapable squalidness presently facilitated! A squalidness YOU impose... illegitimately. A unrequired squalidness you encourage, at your peril, in the final analysis...
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...I guess the plan then is to herd them all into church, where they get their minds right — or butcher them in civil wars, unjust wars, or senseless wars... why? So Neil Boortz can have a spot in Dick Cheney's pleasure bunker?
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…It's all so avoidable.
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Jeez — what the hell am I talking to you for?
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Paris? How in HELL can you look at yourself in a mirror, girl? Who pays so you can play, eh, Ms. Hilton?
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...nice shoes...
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...Send Richard Hall a phat check, would you? There's a girl. It'll knock a few degrees off the temperature of the hell to which you consign yourself, eh? Thanks.
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You Know This To Be True!

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Everything has its own special significance. Most watch the "show" from their comfortable chairs. The vain are consumed by their own "contributions." Some are wasting in dim hallways; some are falling down dark stairs...
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All are head up and locked in their cognitive dissonance. All nurture a hatred for those whom they fear. All shore up the walls of their pampered enclosures. All driving their autos... discarding what's dear...
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I’m watching the best, then, give in to despair. They're declaring a tragic surrender. There is always tomorrow, a truth it could bring? Still, insulted by scant recompense, they're betrayed by glad pretenders...
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...See, the air is filled with *laughter* that is whistled past the graveyard, by those insisting *science* understands! Those who, then, restrict themselves to *scientistic* mindsets...
which are shallow little channels in such narrow little bands.
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The Cosmos stares unblinkingly, and not the least contrite. Its message is that quantum leap, beyond your mere indifference, beyond your white-bread life!
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One hundred thousand *chances* in this galaxy alone! ...A huge dark room we sit in marking time! We have the smallest candle lit… alive in inky blackness, though it flickers in the shallow breath of those who'd stop our climb!
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We wrongly think we crown creation — a capstone of "God's will"? Our *dominion* is misunderstood — wrong minded! We whistle past our graveyards, friend, too deep in debt to science; ...I suspect that crown exists where science shall not find it!
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See, it's not the "bee's knees," and it's not the "cool beans"... ...that it sells itself to *each'n every* mote! Traditionally, to solve one "problem" creates more "problems," still! Strict adherence to it’s *guidelines* wraps its fingers 'round our throats!
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It’s not the "science" anyway, it's the men who say they practice it: the ones who plant disease to watch effect? The ones who profit hugely, their expenses lacking ethics... ...The ones enthusiastic as they add you to their list.
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It's time to wrest control away from those who've always had it. It's time to live our moments... as we will! It’s time to "give away" now what's secured enormous profit... It’s time for individuals to embrace the future's thrill!
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...Now I cannot pretend, myself, that I'm absolved of shame... I have ever been that "coward" same as you, but we'd never get the answers sought, or remotely understand them... it's the trip to answers! Questions! This you knew!

• alienview@adelphia.net
• www.AlienView.net

Also known are all the little Stepford Students (SS neo-intelligentsia) who sit silently in their university classrooms, content just to merely PLAY that they are attending college and accessing world affairs. You disgust me because you don't disgust yourselves.
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"Marketplace of Ideas"? Bah & Clapkatrap — second-order male bovine fecal matter of the last wash! Critical thinking's bastion? Not when a mawkish piss-wit like GWB can make it successfully out the door with his purloined bit of legacy sheepskin... Who can trust the critical thinking of criminals in training?
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These waste the investment of their tuition and their slack-jawed professors let them do it, reward them for it even! People starve and suffer as these spiritlessly artless wastrels, et al, get their phony-baloney and increasingly useless *tickets* punched — squanderers! Mendacious Meat-puppets! Reproductionist Nose-bubblers! Self-made Shallow-brows! Soulless philistines! Artless drones.
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Your anger? ...Directly proportionate to how well you fit the description, Skippy... My anger? Provoked and facilitated apart from myself. I am tasked. These task me.
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See, those who proclaim that government trumps anarchy puts too much faith in government and not enough responsibility for the anarchies they handily provoke themselves — a result of their duplicitous and authoritarian intransigence! There is no Communism, reader, without a robber-baron's unrestricted capitalism first having it's foot on the neck of haplessly abused individuals. ...No feminazi without some righteous chauvinist insisting first on clitoral mutilation... ...some would dare to call it "female circumcision"... there is an officious foot on some suffering neck at the start, always!
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Those I address won't understand that they have lost all concept of what government is all about... which discounts the efficacious success of any government. Our government is composed, ostensibly, of individuals we "vote" (a quaint expression, I conclude, eh reader?) to represent us... be our eyes, ears and... ...our hand on the tiller of state and society! We are a representative government in a republic... or were.
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A government that doesn't try to be transparent... ...in fact endeavors furiously to be secretive, closed, and obscure... ...control the media propagandistically? Such a government is not the representative government of a republic, reader. It remains only to be a dissembling sham and a costly hypocrisy... Consequently, we have a right, and according to Thomas Jefferson ...a DUTY to revolt against it! To replace it, righteously, with "something else."

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Do we, embroiled in the ignorance of such things, expect no less from China or North Korea and consider their populations cowards for not revolting themselves?
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..."Some secrets still need to be kept"? Yes. Though, on reflection... No!
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The seeming reasonable-ness of this slippery concept of "necessary secrecy" has been so sullenly abused by our *representatives* —they have betrayed their bestowed trust so often and so egregiously— that they have lost any right to throw down that particular flag, now, for any reason! Not without oversight.
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Consider, Duty, honor, and country only works when people are performing similar duties, share equal honor, or are served by the same transparent government. ...Can't say there's a whole lot of that going on these days... can you?
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Such a government as portrayed, reader, is not the "eyes and ears and hand on the tiller" one had presumed... ...and is instead the antithesis of same! It is an ABOMINATION of same!
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Presently our *eyes* and *ears* lie unabashedly, collectively, and serially to us in the profound neo-secrecy. Why? They've presumed to follow the money? This must be hardwired into a corrupted culture! They only tell us what we want to hear, or distract us with their dross ... without a thought to what results, or what it finally costs? Sorry, that just slipped out... I digress...
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...It's like our own eyes and ears lie to us, more over time (forgetting they heat the water slowly for we "wee little froggies"), and folks start tripping over furniture in their own homes, can't find the car or the stove, or even hear their babies crying. Disjunct insanity rampant. War and rumors of wars... ...all the self-fulfilling-prophesy-stuff gone mad... and despite this senseless creation of our own problems with our overweeningly prideful selves, and perhaps even at the provenance of same (my suspicion) ...are enigmatic objects patently "ignored" by those self-same *eyes* and *ears*... UFOs. The biggest story of all.
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Representatives in a lawful republic are transparent public servants, reader. They are that servant in every sense of the word. Their agents are employed in our service and they are our servants too. They are trusted agent, reliable mediator, steadfast negotiator, or sterling instrument of our good will. Or, they should be. They are not.
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...They report, you decide? That's right. We can't decide effectively without the truth and transparency. We cannot give an informed consent without same!
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See, they don't have the option of telling us only what they want us to hear, or not telling us what they don't want us to hear. That's not in the bylaws. Ultimately, you only stumble around in your own homes deaf, dumb, and blind as a result! You know this to be true.
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Y o u _ K n o w _ T h i s _ T o _ B e _ T r u e !
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Hey! Isn't your informed consent what you pay for? It's up to you, you know. One of the secrets, by the way, they try to keep from you:

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Your actions are significant, there are more important things beyond *fitting-in* at all cost, and that the kingdom really is at hand... ? ...and not just a hijacked myth of wide-tied, hypocritical, and plate-passing bible-flailers... ...and the psychopathic neo-cons who parasite on that hate-mongering *Christian Command Structure*, reader!

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The Kingdom... ...At hand... ...and likely nothing like we'd ever think it'd be... which is a good thing. ...And that's YOUR experience... isn't it reader?
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Growing up... ...did anything monumental ever turn out like you'd think it would? Why would entrance into a Galactic community be any different? With regard to that cosmic community, this blog has tried to make clear why it would be more astonishing if it wasn't so...
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Presently, we're galloping down the road to a soulless police state... think we're not?
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The new world order in not worth that. Why, it's not worth the sacrifice of one individual... and these precious jewels are squandered like discarded grease every day of our lives.
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We'd see this... ...but the devil of cognitive dissonance has us by our shredding shirttails.
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Students?
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It's time. Respect yourself to be respected. Don't facilitate respect's dearth. Don't reward respect's withholding. Don't support a disrespectful paradigm. Refuse errant opprobrium for same. You hold higher ground.
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I'll do the same... along with you. See, they tell you how it is for them, and not how it is for you. This is why you must choose not to participate in their definitions of things. Those definitions serve them, you see; they don't serve you. Command the language, and command.
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Read on...

Your Money's Worth

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Plugged in to what's *allowed* to us... through the Hubble's awesome eye? Why, stars are fried in neutron sleet! Such are visions we have spied! Smashing rocks in timeless chance are matters fueling movement's dance!
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...Where dance steps are languid the stars are festooned with garlands of space dust and skeptics lampooned. The concept of *anything's* found in these reaches, on orbiting planets... like sand on our beaches.
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...And out of these orbits —mysterious folk? These tempt and confuse us; perhaps, blowing smoke! Still, they hover and flutter alive in our skies... in spite of deception and government lies!
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Extant... is an omni-verse where folk must occur. It is filled with the possible! No thing is deterred. Conceived? It is FACT in that space... far from here? ...And more is un-thought of ... beyond weird... passed queer!
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I'm depressed that they're hidden in unexplained smoke! I'm uncheered they don't spill it, and just go for broke! I'm bemused they're not landing on everyone's lawn, on their stoops, in their kitchens, or on Washington Pond!
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To complacently ignore all this as irrelevant to life is to make a bad investment gaining interests pain and strife. It's the rarest news of any news... getting better with its age! BAD news, then, not at all... says an ancient page of clay...
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The Hubble's taking movies of titanic stars consumed... black holes sleep between their meals then flash when meals resumed! From fiery wombs of star-stuff stars are born as lucent babes, then ejected with toy planets they make life on — who's to say?
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...See, life is in abundance and far older than mere trust! Beyond complaining and explaining they're extant and... calling us! Must the meeting of two cultures, where advantage meets the one? Must the lesser in advantage take grim heat, and be undone?
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...And all of that considered, after looking through the Hubble, there is space enough to think about... to "not think" leads to trouble. Trouble's gone denied, my friend, remains before your eye... Your eye above the mountains where you see beyond the sky.




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I think I pay for an unfiltered look through that instrument ... what do you think you pay for, reader? Then one remembers they'd have to first respect us to allow us the unfettered, unsanitized, and unfiltered look. They'd have to educate us. They'd have to appreciate us. They would truly have to have our best interests at heart.
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How much respect should an individual be accorded as a matter of course? It would seem there must be some minimal amount. It is not equaled by that which must be demanded, and must it be so demanded?
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Win the lottery but lose your soul? You know what soullessness is, right? It is the loss of an ability to feel satisfaction of any type... all types... ...every type, I suspect.
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How about you, reader? Do you feel like you're getting the required respect or achieving requisite satisfaction? If not? Perhaps you can try to do what I try to do. It seems to help. As is justice demanded around you seems to help.
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Simply this: don't credit or enable that which disrespects you, don't reward or compensate that which fails to satisfy you. Withhold your vote, your sympathy, and your dollars. Deny it your essence, your support, and your consideration. Refuse it your concern, your regard, your facilitation. .

Indeed -- hold it beneath your contempt, concern, and consideration as you would any soul killer. The soul you save will be your own.

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Without regard to closed institution, dark agency, or psychopathic government let your conscience be in charge! To your own self... be true? Keep your own council? Demand your money's worth? There are a lot more of us than them... did you know that?
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...But for them we could heal the planet, feed the hungry, exist in a Utopian dream in a living ring around he sun... why, we'd bring the saucers down...
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Then — the fun really starts!
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"I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, who will live in our hearts forever... burned at the fundamentalist's stake for wanting his money's worth.

...Ultimate Sedition...

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See, you said it! It happened! You only spoke truth! The opposite's unthinkable! I'd held you aloof. You parents, and teachers — my culture, or government; you got my attention —secured my involvement.
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You served it all up with the straightest of faces! You believed it yourself; now dissonance faced us. With a primitive sound, and occasional pictures, you employed your devices of half-truths and tincture.
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I bought into it, fine, as you played with my mind! I believed in whatever you said, you will find! I’m just a good citizen, and I’m paying my taxes to the best of ability – ain’t taking no chances.
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But, to tell you the truth? You now scare me silly. Your minds are all closed, and your countenance chilly. You don’t look around at the damage you cause, "Who pays while I play...," stands apart from your law.
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Why entranced by the "mainstream," I mistrusted the sky! Thank God for my Dad – "UFOs are alive"! Though hard ass, conservative, on Newt’s party line, even he could admit that the system's a crime.
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Mistrust of the sky is encouraged by those who are fired from Airlines for telling what shows! "Odd things in the sky must have rational meanings"... It then HAS explanation . . . you pretend you are dreaming!

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~You can safely buy in to what’s heard on the news!
~Too, believe what "good Catholics" report about Jews.

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~The bunkies are right, and the Earth needs no healing!
~There is an integrity! You —perceive— double dealing!
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~Blacks are all uppity, beyond their capacity,
~And women are flighty, unsmart ... no sagacity!
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~Chicanos are lazy, and Arabs are crazy. . .
~Poor white folks endure the indignantly lazy!
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~Rednecks must carry a gene for green teeth!
~Asians are plotting to take over our streets!

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~The government's trustful, its honor’s replete!
~Any fault cannot lie at MY lily white feet!

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Well, I've blasted on out with a new alien view,
Where "it just don’t add up", and what’s *hidden* is *true*.
College is hopeful, even filled with old commies
These know about books hard to share with your mommy!
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Yes, observing your flinching's a touchstone for me!

It's where I must look and then be off my knees!
Unravel all your ignorance like a tangled clutch of yarn,
Then weave new robes respectfully where truth contrives to darn...

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alienview@adelphia.net
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A literate veteran of foreign wars, a retired military officer, and a teacher with a certificate earned summa cum laude, at 60 I presume the right to bump gums. I'll take it in any case.
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To begin, I would have been so much further along, now, but for an, albeit, absent early admission regarding the societal warts and chancres on a shared society's face. We all would have.
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See, all I got were tediously boring and prevaricating stories regarding an unreachable, so unimpeachable, standard — a standard where America could do no wrong... even as we decidedly were!
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These stories were woven of half truths and outright distortions into dissembling garments, I suspect, that never really fit our National psychological profile! Not as predators and psychopaths living way beyond our means, byany means, but as sweet example to the rest of the world, verily — as without fault as it was supremely compassionate. These deceptive, disingenuous, and dissembling rags only gave the illusion of real clothing. Lies by another name and smelling, ultimately, as sweet. A cleaning bill comes due.
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We’re naked, all of us, only thinking we wear rugged clothes. We hang from a thread, all and one... three meals from savagery and the artless cessation of all our pride and civility. Our rent is about to come due, too, I suspect.
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All this "fearing and loathing" comes as a result of the social inconsistencies, institutional infidelities, and phony mainstream inculcations endured as a result of unending wars for profit, a rubber stamp electorate besotted with self-defining convenience, stupefying educational practices (busily retarding souls and individualities), that aforementioned hijacked mainstream, and in at least two recent national elections, wide-spread vote fraud and criminal conspiracy fostered by open-faced liars, unrepentant cheats, and hypocritical thieves. Time to pay.
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Presently, this is a nation leaving its dead to rot in the sun for over a week before the world's revulsion gets a little activity started with regard to addressing suffering people's needs... I worry about our ability to "adapt and overcome" successfully in the looming and inevitable crisis approaching. How about you? Who's paying for lunch?
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Me? I’m going to go to the tap right now, draw off a convenient clean glass of minimally potable drinking water, and make a point of savoring every astonishingly convenient drop.
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"...And he did, too."
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Enjoy your SUVs good people, but know your thought positive and enabling behavior is in the process of insidious betrayal even as you read these words.
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UFOs — the ultimate sedition. In other words, ending on a positive note. Hey maybe getting your heads eaten by aliens is preferable to getting your ass sawed off and handed to you in the guise of products you don't really want... or your children murdered, butchered, and then eaten, figuratively if not in actuality, by their own kind!
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Folks? In order for that to be the reality you're going to have to buy in and continue to enable your abusers. You have to buy in. Your cooperation is required. Billions of bilious bucks are spent every day convincing you!
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"Boom's away," folks, for a hard turn to port, 45 degrees to start... err to the port beam side if err one must.
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UFOs... The ultimate sedition, folks. Why? Because admitting to them, even if in arrears, brings US closer together and gives us, further, a future of no small expansiveness. Indeed, this is a future where reach extends grasp... unendingly. That's my feeling, eh? Read on.

...Vanishing Breeds...

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So you want to know what’s wrong with kids? Why they do so bad in school? ...Perforce performing weak in math? Why they diss your "golden rule"!
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So you want to know where blame must lie? Why their teacher wants a gun? Why their text books are as locker fodder? Why Teaching talent's on the run?
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Then to screech —unthinking— memes of daft returns to *basics*? “It’s readin', writin', 'rithmatic ...that’s needed, you just face it!”
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“Let’s teach kids *fundamentals* or the bones of *real* learning.” Right. Boorish mediocrity is all we'd, then, be earning!
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Those *basics*, most inferred, are flatly anti-individual, so they leave too many kids out in the cold. See, we made up, smarter, minds to be expansive and progressive. But the "follow through" we lacked; that was controlled.

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The system, as it happens still, is ill prepared for "thinkers," it's "employees" that the system wants, by God! Public money for some private schools? "No Child Left A Dime"? Such is "education" — gets the nod.

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We departed sneering "basics" for a pretty damn good reason. They didn’t meet kids needs... and wasted time! See, we drown them in a "past" of the way things never were, when the future’s where they do their future crime.
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See, this is what our watchers see from interstellar space? This motivates their hiding screens and blinds? This is why they hover... just outside... your line of vision. This is where we must be real... what one finds.
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We dither mal-protectively when the kids don’t want, or need it. We fill their heads with "Bat Squeeze," très obscene. We teach them in their "crass-rooms" to achieve a *standard* living, but then pump their heads with fable, crap, and dreams.
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The girls can have their *Barbi*, and the boys their *GI Joe*. The agenda has its hand around your wallet. Its callous "flow" and crippling "ebb"; it's crap-ulation in their heads, regardless what some say, or do, or call it.
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We "heroize" our nation in the halls of early learning with mere"college kids" who didn’t pay attention! When "your country" right or wrong's what makes you happy —feeling *strong*— then sew new seeds groveling rank pretension.
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...And the children are not fooled, you mook, as they "sit-out" your constrictions. They know the *party-line* is cold convenience. Their expression's not so strong, but the facts string rage along; school’s a chore abhorred, made inconvenient.
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...Like its built to drive one off, or to keep one from the top... of an actualizing, self-affirming "place." The rich can have their point, but the poor? Put out of joint, while the rich keep getting richer with efficiency's disgrace.
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...And when you read the secret history —you know, the one that really happened— you discover why we make ours up from cloth! There is little one may point at and then not perceive egregious, we've consumed our brother’s flesh as "baby broth"!
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...And the kids are surely sensing mis-cognition and this dissonance. They can feel all those places you are really loath to go. They are understanding actually that there's something real missing; they perceive betrayal, though, and hate you; don't you know?
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...And the watchers in the dark sky are in a baffled disbelief! They can understand our thinking? Not one bit! Why are we so hateful when we should be humbly grateful! Why is it there are *poor* — insane and sick?
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See, they’re the one who heat up all the water that we use! They’re the ones who nail, fast, your roof! They’re the one’s hard scratching in the dirt, removing garbage, while you remain unbothered and aloof.

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alienview@adelphia.net
http://www.alienview.net/
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...Again, pay respect to the people who build and maintain your world: The maligned, disrespected, and errantly-blamed working poor... ...sure, there's a percentage getting over but put that minority out of your mind as irrelevant, They're in "the man's" favor too. The "man" shouldn't suck so hard...

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These aforementioned "poor" were cleverly cameoed in that old Mel Gibson action vehicle Beyond Thunderdome, as the, against all odds, bi-human character "Master Blaster." Master Blaster was officiator of the energy producing vats of swine offal and dead citizens beneath the Thunderdome and leader of the topside shunned and miserable legions maintaining them.
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Recall what happened when "Master Blaster" didn’t pick up the "garbage" or process the dead bodies and swine feces to fuel for a few days? Why, your "white-bread world" comes to the proverbial grinding halt! Concurrently, the above ground "leadership" reveals itself as proud and effectual as a sack of dead wet mice. Yeah, be nice to the garbage man, he keeps you... like Joni Mitchell wrote, ..."unfettered and alive."
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See, the study of history could be just as entertaining as reality TV or a Mel Gibson movie... in fact, it should be. You want intrigue and conflict and betrayal and lust? Real History. You want good moral lessons on ethics and trust. Real History. You want something elevating and inspiring and ethically progressive? Real History.

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The real history, folks, and even in this day and age you don't have to scratch down very far to find it. Real history. The chronicle of how NOT to do things. It's all there.
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You can't navigate the future if you don't remember the navigation of the past. We do not know that navigation, good reader!
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...And if you're really brave, have a progressive heart and appreciate that the best part of humanity comes as a result of our pioneer spirit? If you suspect that a sacrifice now is a down payment on inheriting the multi-verse later? Then know. reader, that the biggest part of that history includes UFOs. Be not afraid.
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UFOs just ~are~. Start getting used to ~it~. Start demanding more information in ~its~ regard. Inherit the future! Don't be swamped by same.
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Refuse the kool-aid, good people... oh, and by the way? Apart from frivilous rejections by Paul Kimball and sundry officious Paracrats... read Jim Marrs, one of the last of an endangered species ... that vanishing breed of string-less journalists with true honor and real integrity.
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Not since Edward R. Morrow, and early Dan Rather, or a beginning Walter Cronkite has a true journalistic ethic been so efficaciously prosecuted. In no way a nut like many contemporay with him, Mr. Marrs cannot be so easily discredited because he won't drink the "official" juice, honored reader. Marrs shall not be faulted for following the data and reporting the facts as they reveal themselves. He'd make a better newsman than what's currently offered in the aggregate... but then so would SpongeBob Squarepants... I digress.
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Dodgy ax grinders with non-admitted agendas drinking too deeply from self-congratulating kegs... these might keep their canted counsel to themselves. Jim Marrs does not so easily crumble in debate with the aforementioned type.
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You know the type. Quick with a sneer. Quicker with a smirk. Quickest to the reflexive. Quickening to be jerks: "morons in need of attention," chronicalled in lore, and every bit as damagingly retro as those they think they prosecute, read rather persecute.
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Leaping to the reactionary, these are unrepentantly authoritarian. Science is with them, eh?The type perhaps consider themselves as intelligently designing, ironically, and a jewel in there own creation's crown. Reductionist Meme-nazis by another name and smelling as sweet as a spent cannister of ETH B? Hey... what are you when you're making lists and checking them twice subsequent to getting the group mind "right."

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Remembering, well, that the pointing of one finger implies three pointing back at self... ...I have to say that where anxious ideologues were amusing at best and tedious at worst... lately they become dangerously regressive and a prevaricating homage to earlier times... not even existing "THEN," ironically enough. Real history is mystery.
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Feh. The only thing that should not be tolerated in this day and age is rank intolerance.
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Read on.