Mushrooms In The Dark

We are power we don't use. I've said it many times. Our reach is exponential and our grasp the gold we find.

...And it won't matter, not at all, those distractions we endure... ...we're mushrooms, to the dark, consigned, and fed a thin manure. Yet we have minds with eyes that see, complete with ears to hear. Our voices swell in righteous song! We can vanquish *any* fear!

Our feelings have sincerity, we're alive, in touch, aware... and we would have some answers to the questions we must, bravely, dare!

Yes! We, by right, will think *those* thoughts and question our *beliefs*! Shared misery's diminished. Shared joy, of needs, increased!

Why, if folks are just a little brave? Then no one's scared or suffers. The "slings and arrows" now endured? ...They fold as culture stutters!

No, it's not to *God* we owe success. "Success" was made despite! *Religion* has done all it can... to filter out our light.

See, don't thank "Gods" who are contrived to do the will of men, who use that cloak of godhood to promote their pestilence? Thank instead your force of will that makes a life more real! It's a quantum leap! Enlightened step! You live a better deal!

We're, perforce, a plucky bunch! We'd -dare- to wrestle truth. ...Though "heaven" was the real "hell," and "hell" a clever ruse!

Though black was something paler, and white a charcoal gray! If dawn were dusk and dusk were dawn, with night mistook for day! Though beauty was an ugliness making cowards of the bold, and plainness was a loveliness more precious than the purest gold!

If everything we knew was wrong? If profits proved a loss? Would we, still, practice foolishly and value what's, indeed, pure dross?

Most would hate the aliens who'd inhabit outer space. They'd hate for specious reasons always used in such a case. The aliens are... well, alien! We hate what we don't know! We project our fears on that... which threatens "status quo."

Though "no man is an island," I've ever heard it said, and change is a necessity or we're moldy, month-old, bread; we hate ourselves and so hate *them*, assign to *them* our faults; moreover, we're duplicitous, so less than the, complete, adult!

Most think the aliens evil... of a lesser stripe than we. On *them* we hang a minus sign, for *us* pretense we're "free." They're the "spawn of Satan," but do halos light our brow?! What have we wrought down here on Earth? What grace do we show... now?

First: we are, then, that which we hate! It's us apes "crooks" and "thieves"! It's us that's starving children by the millions every week! It's us declaring wars we wage for corporate human greed. It's us that's causing misery, and it's us ignoring, ardent, need!

We vilify the aliens! We paint them worse than us! We *divine* their *motivation* as betrayal of our trust. We do this knowing nothing but the crap on which we're fed, the *news* from "Fox" (insulting us)... denial dipped in well earned dread...

Agents making war they've caused... support corrupted states, and religious fervor's gas on fire, regenerating hate! The Earth cries out her warning; new diseases cause their blight! And we do less than nothing... ...as we cower in our, hapless, fright!

We're lucky we're *approached* at all! We're lucky if they try! We are damned repellant, folks! We're lucky we don't fry!

We're lucky they don't aim at us some stellar cosmic weapon and wipe us from the cosmos like some bug that they could step on! We're lucky they don't act like us, and roar in guns all blazing! We're lucky they don't slap us down like freshman at a hazing. We're lucky for a lot of things, as we don't act our part. It's us requires change, not "them" ... (of mind, or hand... but heart)!

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Is the Alien a rule-breaking villain, a black agent in the nameless dark? Is it an intellectual rapist, a serial abuser on a massive scale, or a singularly bizarre kidnapper criminally exacting an unknown ransom?

Is the Alien a being with no respect for humanity, only raw disgust for humanity's sensibilities? Has it naught but disconnected indifference for humanity's creative attributes or individual quality of life?

Does the Alien use humanity as its lowly subordinate and reviled minimum wager; does it squander our savings, inflict disease and pestilence upon us; does it put us out, homeless, onto the streets?

Does it shortchange and abuse our women, manufacture non-effective and dangerous drugs, equipment, and consumables; does it pollute the groundwater and needlessly despoil the environment with toxic waste and planned obsolescence?

Does the Alien spin our history (...cook the very books of it!) or corrupt accurate institutional memory for unjust advantage (to the "textbook producing" class)? Does it pasteurize, homogenize, and sterilize the accounting of history into boring, unrealistic, and untrue accounts of unjustified heroification... ...to intimidate, manipulate, and depreciate the inventive minds of trusting school children?

Does it punish the critical thinker and reward the malleable "employee"?

Read more in an upcoming UFO Magazine...

...Alone...

I've written "it comes down to you," how YOU perceive YOUR stars. ...As tiny points of distant light, or *them* more near than far?

It's what YOU think that matters as you make your feelings known. Would you accept a lot in life believing you're alone?

Alone in all the cosmos? Alone to contemplate? Alone to go un-witnessed as you seek some pointless fate? Alone in sad indifference? Alone to count your beads, alone to be ... oh, good or bad — or something in between?

Alone to count your blessings? Alone to feel cursed? Alone to be respected, glad, or disrespected — hurt? Alone in satisfaction, or alone to be without? Alone in suffered silence... ...alone to scream and shout?

Alone in yawning vastnesses, we'd BE anomaly. We'd be mere freaks of nature in some grand futility. Alone —in matchless time— our candle sputters in a wind we shall not know the source of, though we make some sad pretense.

No, alone we have no measure. Alone we make no sense. Alone we are a bubble set to pop in sad pretence. Alone we've no authority. Alone we come up short. Alone, there is temptation to believe our own reports.

See, alone we have no reason to behave as would be best. Alone's the lower standard, so we fail every test! Alone, it's like we have no point. Alone, we are forlorn. Alone, we are as good as dead. Alone?  Then, why be born?

It just won't make a shred of sense, pretending we're alone. It staggers ones credulity if that's what you condone.

Life, it seems, must find some way; that's what it does on Earth! It's found in fiery fumaroles, or upon some snowy perch. It somehow lives through ANY strife, be it asteroid or ice. It finds its way, and it survives by paying ANY price!

Given all its grand success, right here on planet Earth, I've reasoned that it's just no stretch that, elsewhere? There's no dearth.

Life, if NOT space faring, is as thick as fleas on dogs — vermin gassed indifferently by their errant *human* gods. Life will find a way, it seems, through all which comes undone, and will then sense, at last, the sky... ...beyond this "song just sung." Time is just so damned immense, and bigger every DAY is the space that would enclose it — all the egg-heads write and say...

I find it too damned reasonable, when I understand its depth — that if, in fact, we ARE alone? We'll die a slow-rot death.

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I've said it before, I know, but even if we WERE alone (...forgetting that this is bereft of certainty given the historical, anecdotal, physical, and photographic evidence...) it would make much more sense to conduct our affairs... as if... we were NOT alone.

We'd treat each other better, I'm betting. There would be more open toleration and cooperation. We'd SEED the asteroid belt, and make it a living ring around its star? The Earth becomes a respected garden instead of a squandered gift? Mars, and perhaps a few moons of Jupiter and Saturn support an efficacious, inspired, and creative humankind? We'd be happier?

I suspect so.  Whatever the result, we wouldn't have our eggs in one basket.  We need to spread out.  Presently one grenade would get us all, eh?

Read on!

Alone As Fear And Wrong

I'm just ONE voice in this crowd, and though I've listened hard (...out loud!), so presupposing are these men who'd preach we are *alone*, my friend.

I have listened to these *learned*, read their work (excelled at college), and these do NAUGHT but stunt my soul with shallow minds like shards of coal. These pretend reality, dismiss the facts that won't agree, and counterfeiting history, just hard-sell old hypocrisy.

I look into a starry sky and see potential, depth and time. I realize that there's enough —of all the truly needed stuff— but pass on specious proclamations to sail our imaginations.

See, all that we "believe" or "fail," our rabid fictions, legends — tales... has happened in those yawning reaches ... inspiration's task to teach us. Lost in time and dusty space could live the creatures of some race who'd solved the problems we all face or vanished there without a trace!

We're advised *they* CAN'T be here — assign to *them* our limits, fears, pronouncing that they won't surpass... achievements WE are yet to cast!

Still, we propound imagined *laws* and tell them where their line is drawn! Squirty guffaws given chance; perceive our errant arrogance!

We propose our churlish physics, airily, like fools not "with it". We ignore new paradigms if they don't fit convenient rhymes, and we don't care to spend the time to do REAL work — a likely crime.

We're a bunch of sad pretenders, charlatans and glad offenders living in a noxious past which gloats obscenely, if you'd ask. No one finds the facts they need all mixed with misdirection's breed to keep their status quo alive so they can *live*... while WE survive.

Hear them tell you "no free lunch", then bear down for their "culture crunch." Complacent, they're a charmless bunch; they just don't care. That's more than hunch.

Something's "hidden," no surprise, well wrapped within their maze of lies, and we can't put our finger ON our *strange* discomforts:  "fear" and "wrong."

We're tied or mated to our fear in ways to make control more *clear*, and so won't question pretty lies that weave their phony web — disguised. Though, We have wives and husbands — children ... mothers, fathers, other brethren ... needing forecasts they can trust to plan a future as they must!

We would have things... "solid," "useful," "realistic," "substantial" — "truthful."

We grow tired of your "usual," grow cynical — have a snoot full! Riots in the streets, at last, when we discover what's gone passed ... that time just may be coming fast, when you're the one confused — surpassed.

I don't have the "facts", I'm told, by churlish goons and callow scolds. I'm the "liar," I'm accused, when I but show where we're abused, and offer that we can't get *facts* from cyber-thugs who grind an axe!

Something not admitted slinks behind facades of "fishy stinks," and it would change the way we FEEL to know, at last, what's true and real!

Someone knows the real deal, will take what they can grab and steal, and makes their judgment (if unreal!) as to, then, how YOU should feel!

I'm standing here, my leg is *damp*, they're saying that it's *raining*, champ!

Trouble is, I heard their zipper, hear the smirk inside their whisper, smell ammonia, (used asparagus?) — they should drink more water. Careless!

I can't believe what they propose; it's blown from Aristotle's nose — that saucers shan't command our skies, that time and space will prove they lie, that we are hidden, unobserved, so quite alone, and *undisturbed*. I don't believe their mechanisms; I don't go in for their religion; I don't *buy* their evening news, or think their system's not abuse.

These have earned my hard disgust. It grows as they provoke mistrust. Insult (try!) just makes me harder, more intense (increases ardor!), and I, at last, regard the sky — those moving points of light described, FEEL space (a living thing!) and KNOW there's more than what THEY sing!


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


Oh, and ... you know who they are.

...A likely crime as I said. See, a conspiracy is always criminal. There is always a victim victimized. You, reader, to some degree large or small!

I look up and hear Mozart and Beethoven. Offered an assumptive monotone of "How Much is that Doggie in the Window" in its place by suspicious systems, one can understand why I might be askance and akimbo in the offered's regard. Bitten and shy, eh? Building Seven.

Thanks, but ... I'll just keep looking up.

...Take Back...

Here's, then, something clever all the agencies must know. It's what keeps them in your clover; it's what drives them up your nose...


It's what keeps them in your business as you try to measure up. But, the scale's always changing. One considers giving up...


The harshest device, a contrivance of culture. Control all the *spice*, is the way that it's done. Compel all the motes to relinquish their freedom to a club, they're convinced, that will make the spice run!


Though consider the power in personal thought… Power driving nails —swinging hammers. Power that de-complicates the dirty, dangerous job. Power that can slap a face... distress 'the man' to stammers.


A person's key, my friend, in word and thought and deed. It's always been that true — that coldly simple. A team can do what's grand, but do not fail to understand: It's the person on a team who makes it twinkle.


This is your importance. This is how you're owed your freedom! This is why you're "key," YOU MAKE THINGS WORK! If it wasn't just for you the system crumbles from our view. Yet, you're the one who's made to feel useless, wane — like dirt!


You are yourself, yes, you alone, the object that they seek! It's to you they turn their energies. It's to you they burn and squeak.


It's to you they print their papers! It's to you they run their ads. It's to you manipulations they contrive to drive you mad.


See, it's you who buys the car, spends your money, pays the bills… See, it's you they have to fool... to keep you paying! ...And it wouldn't be half bad if they gave some back, it's sad, but the richest must get richer... ...so continue souless preying.


Yet, it's you who roofs their house, sets their tiles, tends their landscape. It's you who builds the places they inhabit. You must feel no contentment, and enjoy their harsh resententment! See, they charge for ground you walk on, friend. They really "let you have it"!


Sure, there're lots of "you"; it's the system; they invent it! If there are lots and lots of "you"? YOU lose your value! You're, then, easier to control as they continue to extol... a system working hard... ...to disallow you!


A smaller population, then, has more rerspect to savor. The sparser mote has value more in kind. Effort you've expended is to find "the man" dependent... ...on the mercies of your grace, he's shocked to find!


It all comes down to you, and that's the message that you're feeling. It's down to you and freedom you give up. It's you who drives the truck, swings the hammer, spends your bucks... ...It's you with concrete power in your hand and on a cusp!

This is why our "watchers" are in enigmatic "hiding." This is why they won't be "meeting" heads of state. This is why we must atone; we are, by no means, "alone." This is why we would progress. It's not too late.

• alienview@adelphia.net
• http://www.alienview.net/

Satisfaction's freedom. You just give it over, never expecting to have to take it back.

Your training is against it! The rules are writ against you. But if you want satisfaction's freedom, if you need satisfaction's freedom — if you expect satisfaction's freedom... you're going to have to take it... ...take it back. 

See, "a chain is as strong as its weakest link" you're quickly reminded by the system.  Though, consider.  That's an admission that the individual matters!  The team-member to provoke the failure alluded to is also the team-member who potentially insures a success with some new idea individually generated!  In other words, that tired old saw is but more proof positive that the individual is key.

Yeah yeah yeah... there is no "I" in team... but there is a "me"!  You just get creative with the letter order, eh? 

"The Man" & Justified Quarantine...

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Just tell me what your deal is! Yes, be up front with me! Tell me what you're thinking! Let's sail charted seas!
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Life's made short, so why live lies? Long life must then betray you! As time goes by your lie's found out; your *life-styles* bugger virtue.
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Just indicate your thinking, please! Avoid those darkened corners. Or, showing real courage? Make your self your own informer!
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...Spend ANY time outside at night ... Just keep on looking up? You SEE the damnedest things appear! "These ain't just coffee cups"!
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Most folks thinking: something's in... the night, and day skies, too! These are qualifying folks, good friend, believing what is true!
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Christ, you can see it on your CRT... ...from the Hubble's humbling reaches…? The planets? ...Numbered grains of sand... on a billion planets beaches!
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...And ET's shan't confound us! They're not much different than... seeing smoke across a river where we thought no folks lived, then…
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Drake works out "equations," and assumptive though they are? Its suggestion, rather strongly? There are aliens, near... not far!
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Too, I know that change is scary! We compare these, friend; we must! ...What WE'VE performed *discovering* ... someone not as strong as us!
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Yeah, we've *pacified* the natives. We'd *domesticate* the few. The rest we'd treat like animals! Hell, we've cooked some up for stew!
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...As it comes to that? We'd fight them...!...But, the inverse could be true! It could be... ...they're teaching us... ...To widen up our view!
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All we want's that satisfaction! ...Though, it can't be bought with money. Raw wealth and pleasure palace? They're an empty space and crumbling.
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Just tell me what you're doing! Where does the money go? I fear the world I live in! I want answers someone knows!
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• alienview@adelphia.net
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You'd say I don't want to know... I'd say you don't want me to know! The "why" is the edge-of-your-seat stuff.
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You know who you are... the rest are cursed as your unwitting facilitators.
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See, does the UFO mean more autonomy for the individual? Could UFOs mean that the individual could more easily secede from the "approved" —if derelict— institutions and organizations only abusing the individual? Could UFOs mean that more individuals might have their own castles in a burgeoning 21st Century middle class? That's what scares the man the most. An autonomous individual, you see, must be treated with the same concern and respect that the man reserves for his few equals.
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...Can't have THAT!
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The demonstration of that respect costs money and power. The man is reluctant to pay that out to anyone, even his own! Forget everyone else.
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I think most people are driven into isolation from a perceived threat. That threat doesn't have to be real, mind you. That threat CAN be a ruse used to manipulate and coerce. Your *tree* produces fruit, reader. ...You happy with your fruit or lack of same? I suspect you are, and that's the problem, neatly.
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Conversely, people want to get along! These must not be trained, encouraged, and otherwise falsely convinced to go the other way! Squeeze a lemon and the juice goes in your eye.
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In a similar fashion, a good, credible philosophical "deal" is just not perceived from the dust-bowel environs of comfortably klasskurtxian and pelicanistic skepti-bunky apologists... ...uber-anthropomorphic brigands most likely the root cause of ALL the unshared misery seriously fountaining from this... aggregate lack of respect and minimized individual responsibility we've practised... we've endured ... across the board! Bear with me here. There is too much respect meted out to that which has no respect for you, reader.
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We're not being true to ourselves. We're not respecting ourselves. Consumed with self-hatred? We're not loving ourselves, so tragically, we have no capacity to love outside ourselves. Us or them!
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This would go a long way to explaining that "not landing on the White House lawn" thing. Eh? It may even justify a conjectured quarantine.
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Yeah, I broad brush, but a lot of the paint still sticks. No apologies here.
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...Read on.

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...Thought Makes Real...

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Consider enigma — uncertainty's principle… And the man who brought it forth? He's a bright star in the blackness on which we'd quickly shut a door.
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It's said he served the Nazis. Why? To build atomic bombs. The watchers watched him closely… He could've built them all along!
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See, they drank the "heavy water," in the Nazi camp of Hitler. Heisenberg deterred their thrust. He was that project's crippler.
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...Onward? Contribution! He explained the all and all. Too, a half turn from what polarized? Then we clearly hear his call.
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He saw that fateful glimmer in the logic of pure math… ...How we shimmer in a vagueness of of a hard to follow path; it's observation makes our *fact* — we call reality! Too, that truth, of course one sees, contrives for you and me.

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This is why your *everything* is not what others think! That's why and how you're ground beneath cruel heels! This is why you dump your toxins, then, in other people's garbage. This is why and how you don't know what you feel!
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Heisenberg's new principle would save us from mere stasis, and the wealth of chance is offered up for view. Heisenberg informs us, friend, that anything can happen! As it happens? Then it can! It's just and true...
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Heisenberg suggests that you can think and make things happen. All your prophesy and dreams can come alive… ...Just be careful what you wish for... many times it is suggested: That the clothes you wear in hell you have contrived.
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Heisenberg suggests that this *uncertainty* is everywhere... ...Under every rock as it's ensconced in every closet! ...Regarding disappointment when what's cherished doesn't happen? You're standing in their queue contrived to take your small deposit?
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Probability's reality and it happens in a curve. Anything can happen, as it must. Any wonder raucous "Bells," then, are tolling unexpected? ...With the Earth abiding, violently, erosions of her trust?

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It's the choices that we make that are the fixing points in space. "Choice" is but a measurement we tool. Make a choice in one way and a joy is had for all; make another? You're a monster, or a fool.

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My hat is off to Heisenberg for showing us we've chance. As anything can happen, we may even do what's right! Know all is as you think it, even though it never was! ...And justice only happens when you make it in your sight.

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• alienview@adelphia.net
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You want justice — you MAKE justice. Try noisily pointing out its sullen antithesis where you think it might be lurking! Those contriving to bitch about your contrary activity in this regard are the ones profiting most from things staying as they are! Consider "property seizure" on arbitrary suspicion — consider the IRS. Consider the FED. FDA? Feh!
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Consider being accused of putting radioactive material in someones toothpaste… Bogus is as bogus does...
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Consider that there is no thing above examination. No institution or government. No agency or corporation. No God or religion. No me, myself, nor I... No friend, enemy, nor simulacrum of same.
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Media? A smearing of all the preceding deserves special attention and a consummate reportage as it defines what our aggregate consciousness endures. These individual consciousnesses are important because an aggregate consciousness makes our reality out of whole cloth. Isn't that marvelous?
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Heisenberg was first to articulate this. We think ... ...so make things so.
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Our recognition of this is a result of developing a new mammalian aggregate consciousness at the expense of the old, outdated, and increasingly irrelevant reptilian one —I suspect— as this pertains to the soul of our culture and fabrics of our societies.
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Once again, the individual is key. All it ever took was one vote to win remember... which is what is so egregiously destructive about the current so-called government of the United States.
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...A result of likely fraud, gerrymandering, corporatism, moral and ethical corruption, banal criminality, and a mixture of church and state? It discounts individuality, free thinking expression, and creativity... ...so must fail for the same reason classical communism fails... ...for the same reasons repeating tyranny fails... for the same reason hatred fails, I digress...
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...Though I like it when I do that...
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Read on...
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...Pat Robertson & Alien's Ketchup...

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Be it "craft," or "design" or even "misnomer" ... Mistakes matter not; see, his meaning was plain! The evidence says that his *printer* had *toner*; we know that he's rich — that he's got half a brain!
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See, "mistake" is a farce! Pat plays us for fools! He was far full aware of his import. He meant us real harm; the message he knew. It's the *fundamental* sentence of his *fundamental* court!
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The glad implication? His God suffers murder ...cold pressed from the pulpits of churches! "Take them and stone them and grind them for filler…" "…First scourge them with switches from poplars and birches."
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Those who look up or afar and away? "Rad dreamers who wonder the reasons for things"? "Make them the first to atone and repay"! "Mark them as first for their earned stripes and stings"!
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"More will come later as our power base swells"! "...We'll settle our hash with the Jews..."! "We'll get all the Friedmans, the Hancocks, and Renses" "We'll murder these rebels... all strange sons of bitches"!
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...Some wonder just what Satan's like while scuffing knees to pray. When the tithe they bleed just sweetens up the bottom line... for "Pat's Way"?
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...A coward waving gaily to his fellows gone to war… then Pat protrudes the pavement for his "show," this dangerous bore...

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Well, I've a new germ of conjecture, so strange... ...Predictable sure, though it stuns... Consider me unhinged or deranged? But "Satan" is ... Pat Robertson… !!!
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Pat said "the faithful" should stone me ... for being outside of his norm? Pummeled, and rocked, then crushed to my knees... I should be "begging for forgiveness" ... pleading to conform!

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...Robertson's the reason we're feeling uptight! Robertson's facile confusion! Robertson's the reason we fight useless fights! Robertson's a soulless flesh... for hate's obscene infusion!

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Robertson: an evil thing who's burned a book or two ... Robertson so FILTHY from the pockets of the needy! Robertson's done his gleeful part to *foment* — misconstrue; He "slouches off to Bethlehem" his foulness proudly greedy.
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I'd thought these things before I'd found he champions MY demise... ...at the hands of hand-picked "righteousness" — DEPLORED! But I'd refrain from murder, even he whom I despise. He calls for executions, friend; he's through the devil's door!

• alienview@adelphia.net


• www.AlienView.net

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Stone ME? You better tie me down, you smirking psychopath, or gut-shoot me — I throw BACK!

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This pompous "piece of work" lately wishes death on benign heads of state, and just this minute on whole cities unwilling to switch-out a more solid science for ludicrous superstition... Katrina preached as punishment from a loving God?

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Jesus would retch, so this cranial deformity of a human reptile would be that rich man pulled "through the eye of a needle," and how hard is that?

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For my part? I defy you Pat Robertson; you and all your scurrilous apologists or simulacra. On your admission that you would have me killed for opposing you — I redouble my efforts of opposition, and, ironically do not contest your right to life! ...You officiously obnoxious and ironically soulless bastard!

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Christ's Pattycakes — but it almost seems like we argue from the supposed position of the other! Who's the real Satan, boyo!

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You are, Pat Robertson... or one of evil's more ardently capering imps! You are the foulness you would warn us against! You are that stench so offensive! You... ...a pile of noxious human waste. You!

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Fellow motes! I feel real good about telling you that if you see Pat Robertson moving in any firm direction? Sprint hard the other way! He's the one to lead you straight into the grasping arms of grinning hell!

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Accept no substitute! I say unto ye verily!

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Yes, Verily! Down to a choice of letting Pat have his "way" with me or letting an Alien eat my head? I hope the Alien brought his own ketchup.

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