Sunday, July 20, 2014

Fringe Forthcoming


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There is such duplicity in much that I survey or see, as I review this thing we're in that charms and beckons, called: the "fringe."  Remains: reminds us what we are, dusty motes... exploded stars... or a piece of what's perceived as we perceive we're off our knees.  Most deny this grand expanse—confine themselves with eye askance.  Yet, all must sense how close they are as they perceive those "restless" stars.
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These traipse the sky while you are watching.  Might these portend a change forthcoming!
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It's alluring, this attraction; it teases, hinting satisfaction. Yes, interest drawn upon the 'fringe' is that provides advancement's swinge!  Cleaner power... transportation, medicine sans
perturbation.  ...Longer lives and better too, perspicacious, smart, and true.  We would be the gods we'd mind, an efficacious humankind...
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See? It's that which keeps "researchers" going—pressing forward—loathing slowing!  Too, on the track of fresher game than what's allowed by those we "name."  These are scabrous skeptibunkies: Nickell, Nye, or Shermer's flunkies. Plait, McGaga, Robert Sheaffer, Oberg, Posner... science Quakers.
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These at best? Reflexive skeptics! Something less than, say, reflective! ...At worst they are an evil scourge and typify a coward's purge!  By no means are they "scientific; what they are is scientistic. They produce profuse appraisals regards what's unexamined!  Facile!  See, science is as science does; the fruit's produced!  Well, always t'was.
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...Still, most would be the first to share... some "new stone tablets" promised there... where "beings" at last appear from space—though, not our ilk nor from our place!
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Who would chose to not be named, remembered long, revered in fame—to make "first" contact with a being from somewhere else... a fame not fleeting!  What it does is change all things, and some of that is what change brings: strife and upset, sturm and drang, rent's past due... the fat gal sang.  Though, there's of course the flip-side too: a vaster life for me and you.
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More than diamonds or mere gold (but translates neatly, I've been told) FAME is what's desired, friend, but draws the worst from lesser men. It will make some lie and steal or cheat their fellows from what's real, or cripple them in other ways... to "load their dice" so "lose their way."
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The "best," at best, must lose conviction... or covet data in restriction. The worst will take the CSICOP's stand: proclaim denial—out of hand!  It remains that people see, between their houses—over trees—that which comes to folks at night!  ...Not causing terror, panic—fright, but only as they've not been told what we have known since times of old!  That is where the fear comes from; that misdirection makes us dumb.
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Misdirection works AGAINST—repairs denial's crumbling fence!  They hoard the data or deny it... and what 'remains' is then derided! The "mainstream" works against disclosure, but gives the "loony" his exposure, along with 'experts' who then shill their standard skeptibunky swill.
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...There's a "syndrome" I've uncovered, an incubated CSICOP cover. It promotes what people see as "misinformed insanity"! Folks are "crazy," "misdirected," or "bilked" by cheats and thieves "detected"!  Even though that's largely true?  ...There's more to Earth and Heaven, too!
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These COPs deny vast "space" and "time," the "odds", "reports"—and all my rhyme—to seal themselves within that "bottle" proposed by [errant] Aristotle!  See, there is more than these allow, and more enriched by Plato, how?  ...We know we don't perceive Jack's spit.  We think we do?
We're full of it.  No, what exists be'twixt the spaces we don't know are there?  ...Evasive?  ...Not if that's what Physics says! If they don't I'll eat my fez.
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There is such duplicity that we allow like some disease to limit courage and resolve, and from then which... we'd be absolved!  Some will use this as they please to keep a 'rival' on her knees; some will use it as a ploy to 'own' the data they'd destroy. All will suffer for these few who profit to betray the truth...
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Yeah—all sides err, it's plain as day, so trust is hard and most refrain, but play into the hands of those... who ape that king without his clothes!  Reach for what you will my friend... ...or what's a heaven for?  Unbend!
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What is to be done with this, this errant thing we know exists, this travesty and sad affair that we endure and know is there.  ...This cover-up, conspiracy, dissatisfaction's misery.  ...What's a cure we could employ to force disclosure we'd enjoin!
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...And, if we wanted stark RESULTS, it's Daniel Sheehan we'd consult!  Turn him loose with some odd millions, quaking in their boots, the villains...  He would slice the snarled knot of paranormal "what you got" as he has proved against all odds; it's folks like him should get our nod!
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Too, that's just why he's been ignored, and corner-shot, with Greer deplored because in court he stalks the beast so soundly beaten ...say the least! Why, he convicted Ollie North and Silkwood's murder in due course. He produced at Wounded Knee a splendid native victory. He defended "Dr. Mack" who put "abduction" on the map, and he would do no less for 'us'! He would succeed, or try, I trust!
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See, this is where we hugely err because dismissed are those who dare! Anyone who'd walk "high noon" is shown the door, dismissed a loon, and kept below the "radar" used to see our way passed its abuse. Assigned a "margin" they don't earn, it is from these that we might learn!  ...And that's too much damned irony for folks aspiring off their knees.  Consciousness is not regarded, it's dumbed-down and then made retarded.



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The "Mothman Futility Syndrome" behavior is the contrived—so near inevitable—defeat, ruin, and despair visited upon that individual who invariably fails to get to the bottom of (or provide "adequate" explanation for) a paranormal experience manifesting itself to him or her... and which, by reason of it actually being embedded so deeply into the existential and corporeal, that person cannot ignore.
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It is NOT self-caused. It is a cruel imposition by shiftless, if advantaged, cowards!  These cowards show no respect for you, reader. Here's how.
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Everyone has heard tales about someone who went over the edge or "off the deep end" chasing UFO's, Bigfoot, or Loch Ness Monster affairs. Some of these persons lose jobs, loved ones, self-respect, and even their lives regarding extant if outré mainstream-derided incidents—proclaimed as "lack-witted paranormal snipe-hunting excursions"—so, allegedly, persons destroyed of their own accord and actions. Remember, I said not self-caused.
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Though, it would appear that these persons drive themselves "crazy" trying to "know the unknowable," or, in other words, chasing "obvious" folly. In the words of one man: making the choice between "not finding out" about "something" and... "...living a normal life."
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Just those two fallacious choices of "either/or" again, but that is what CSI would have one believe, at any rate. The villain in this piece, reader, is not that hard to see.
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...More forthcoming.
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Restore John Ford

Sunday, July 06, 2014

Pretending Pawls...


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I respect the "Real Deal," perceived a shining star... preferred: the true reality... proposed above the present bar, and though perhaps contentious or too quick on the offensive? I am doing what I'm doing to confront the lie pretended.
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See? What are they pretending but the lie that we're "alone," that there is not clear evidence: ancient ink and ageless stone, that there is much beneath the "shroud" our culture would impose! Ironic, it's an 'Emperor' bereft of any clothes!
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What are they pretending with our "mainstream" in its yoke, contrived for corporate interests, so a lapdog—an embarrassed joke; denying what real people are reporting without fail, though they suffer for their trouble: slings and arrows—even jail!
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What are they pretending? Robber Barons run amok! Thieves manipulations to ensure them means to keep "good luck." Business has a power that is near to absolute, and corrupted absolutely is that power—that's the truth!
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What are they pretending as the Earth begins to warm, or consider dying oceans just the start of what we'd blithely harm! We could take the steps right now to "cleanly" move to space, but psychopaths destroy us all in self-absorbed disgrace!
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What are they pretending as our children starve to death, and those who live are crippled by the hatred you'd, for sure, expect? Too true, we make our enemies... more often than is not, but what would come from greed we show to those who haven't "got"!
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What are they pretending with egregious tyrannies discounting individuals surviving callused—beat-up—knees? Invention's disrespected when "disturbing" status quos... which must have their way regardless, or become—yes sir—ones greatest foe!
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What are they pretending as they practice a denial that's an insult to intelligence held against us at some future "trial"? Humanity is judged, or not, by who, it's said, is there; not God or all his angels ...but an ET!  I despair!
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What are they pretending while ignoring, in the sky, the lights which move so weirdly as they weave or bob—but clearly fly? We've enough reports from folks who claim they interact... with an alternate intelligence... abducting them in fact?
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What are they pretending as they hide and cover tracks, or make up "pretty" histories our kids reject, in fact! What use?! A lie's a lie but smells so sweet, and transfers all too well... contributing to an ignorance that sends us ALL to hell!
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So they should stop pretending that they validate "best practice" in ways which only signify, at best, "convenient" practice. There is much, too much, at stake, much more than we now know, and shall we find the denouement to reap what we would sow?
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We're best served the real deal without the mad pretence, some truth in our reality, sincere forthcoming-ness! A place where stealthy psychopaths are checked by 'rule of law' and where there is fidelity, say, beyond a CSICOP's pawl!


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www.AlienView.net



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Klasskurtxian pawls, what should be mechanical locks to preclude a reverse operation, operate in reverse, of course.  With their aid we back-step and step back.  See the difference?  The former is our failure and the latter its consequence.
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Theirs is the catch in our cultural wheel that should, by their protestation, otherwise ratchet society only forward! ....Discouraging, they would proclaim, even precluding effortless back-step or back-slides... and of needs even removing the pawl entirely where required and sensible!  This is found not to be the case.
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Too, generally facilitating that reversed pawl—and so backsliding to a previous position already tried and rejected—Klasskurtxians won't recognize and identify their self-denying back-steppage as a hindrance to aggregate societal advancement... which is no longer assured, even guaranteed lost with their self-involved administration!  They must at last see themselves as an organization and initiative so toxic to creatively efficacious intelligence—and even a general quality of life—that it buggers perspicacious credulity!
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Again, klasskurtxians operate a reverse ratchet in a facilitated slide to a previously held position suiting THEM!  They lurk there awaiting another opportunity for a regressive slip, but take heart. Klasskurtxian days are numbered, even if it's still, very unfortunately, likely a big number. The reader can take heart in their eventual demise.
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See, Like a Rush Limbaugh of the rabid counter-paranormal, a Klasskurtxian ignores the facts, creatively spins the evidence, and discounts the proof embraced by opposing institutions, divergent individuals, or ideas contrary to their own... then astonishingly accuses others of those devolving  behaviors practiced!  Too, the Klasskurtxian lacks the consistency it would otherwise demand in others and prosecutes its very canted and self-serving agenda in a decidedly convenient and one sided manner complimenting, again, only its reductionist self.  It's not science unless they say it is, these abject and self-appointed arbiters of their own convenience... ever imposed on others.
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By way of example, klasskurtxians embrace intellectual, "think cloak" fallacies like that old turnip about "extraordinary claims requiring extraordinary evidence," for instance. Remember the preceding is only a clever dodge to ensure a Klasskurtxian controlled definition of evidence which is constantly raising its own evidentiary bar or horizon but receding to a prefered if fallacious position!
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Too, it employs "Occam's razor," an applied—if errantly utilized—rubric providing cant to the simplest possible explanation as the correct one, always.  This is used to justify 'BALLOONS' taken for hovering objects... balloons, I point out, not shot down in a hail of antiaircraft fire over Los Angeles in 1942 (AA exploding shell-detritus was killing people on the ground!), and 'VENUS' for a huge triangular craft witnessed by hundreds if not thousands (and five counties of police officers) over south Illinois in 1991...
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Give aggregate humanity a freaking break!
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If the reader has the slightest doubt regarding the preceding they only have to take an enjoyably informative gander at Jerry Cohen's very excellent and "reasonably welded" website at http://www.cohenufo.org/ and compare it with the all-proclamation-and-churlish-pronouncements whiningly pontificated at the CSI site (CSICOPia abandoned!) STILL found at http://www.csicop.org.
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Cohen deconstructs a Klasskurtxian CSI at every turn, rationally negates many of CSIs ufological presumptions (blighting the rest), and invalidates, magnificently —with some humor and a dash of appropriate sarcasm— the presumed charter and mandate of CSI's core organization. Don't take my word for it. Go see for yourself. The dragon, if not dead, lies dying with Cohen's lance in its scaly chest!

Mr. Cohen, a hero unsung, is old guard—been around and diligently if quietly researching for years—but he is descriptive of a new breed of ufologist using the opposition's own arguments as evidence of that opposition's fallaciousness. Mr. Cohen refreshingly goes, unlike CSI, where the data leads. Rare bird, THAT!

Too, Cohen very clearly provides citation along with his rationally progressive thinking in a hyper-textual manner balancing both sides of the contentious argument magnificently—the complete antithesis of a pretending CSI! Finally, he makes it transparently obvious that our cultural deck is sullenly stacked by an officious faux-mainstream devoid of the same veracity that it demands of its hapless adherents and makes it measurably clear, additionally, that not only are we not in "Kansas" anymore, good reader, maybe we were never in "Kansas," at all!

Read on.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

...Let's Be Frank...

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Frank Feschino lives my friend! Remember him as you pretend you took no sides when he'd disclosed... his tale to us on Errol's show.
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Invited, he just tells the story. There is no reward or glory, just a smear by those effused with ignorance* that Frank refutes.  It's at this point I have to add: "reward" and "glory" should be had.  Feschino's earned it truth be known, he's hewn a path it has been shown...
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Not that he'd expected praise; he is dismayed at the "disgrace." See, all he did was sift too well the "well raked dust" of Bluebook's "tell." Too, what was told as data's sieved, and facts appear we can't forgive? Why, a betrayal of the trust which others missed!  It's not discussed!  ...Or, what occurs when trust's abused, and all Frank's work was then misused... to cheaply make the printer's buck, a steaming pile of "published suck"...
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Hauling data, Frank's returned. Sixteen years his search had churned! Too, he's been busy "prosecuting" all the claims expressed refuting!  Truth be told, it's all worked out... and documented, hope to shout.  Project Bluebook as I said, a trove of treasure as it's read. Then, in print: named journalists describing facts as they exist! Last, "first-persons" make account what they all saw to fly about... together all this paints a picture.  If we but copped, we'd be the richer.
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Still, dismiss him—and the stars—plus all of ones professed regard to hoeing righteous rows in science! The lack of which tempts pseudoscience.  See, he pinpoints, plots, and notes the time-hacks... ...points where UFOs had made their impact.  He defines an audit trail!  It's the saucer's holy grail!
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Lo, some were damaged, spitting smoke.  This was reported, not a joke: connected points, established flight-paths... of UFOs.  Now, there's your cold draught!
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Seems Frank might be, what I sure feel... is the righteous, real deal.  The harbinger of fact portrayed: a truth resembling hand grenades!
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Too, there's interest from lettered principals most agree are more than sensible. Massive data must sustain more truth per drop than's been maintained by specious words or ill campaigns employed to cant considered brains!
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Frank's been at this, years, my friend! See, you've the "cant," I would contend. You condemned him without reading, without so much as even reaching! Then locked ranks to shut him out without a thought t'what he's about!
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Too, all because his book was raped (!) dispatched to an ignoble jape; perverted by an errant press and hacked beyond belief: oppressed!  Ask Don Ledger who contends: that "errant press," too, hacked on him!
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...Some reactive meme dispatched, to aid "pro-active effort's" crash? Folks who can't see other venues, the "blinkered fools" with jealous "menus," these must have it all their way... or make the rest, then, rue their day!  ...Though, truth is truth and shall not go the way that one might want, you know?
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Frank has, frankly, done the work where others, frankly, weren't alert! This must help to open doors obstructed by "convention's" force, a force maintaining world views of niggards wishing mundane news!
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Shoot Them Down is called a hoax and mocked, insulted... made a joke, but now it has deserving edit, a second look provokes its credit! Too! Feschino's story's caught the eye of persons more amazed than I!
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Though, Frank's accused of a "destruction " a "very silly" contrived "construction "... built to "bring the 'study' down..." already limping and unsound!
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But that's a crock, the data's there! This has one by the shortest hair. See, it's in the record no one read! If it's a snake, it's bit! You're dead!
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Condon was a liar, hoss, and what's that fare, friend? What's our loss? What would we be if we weren't slaves... ...and faced our future... acted brave?
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...Truth is better through my lens... ...facilitates respect, my friend .
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Too, I... suspect that Frank's sincere, accept his work (oh my... oh dear!), and show that it's not Frank to say... compelling truth! No, that's "Bluebook's" play.
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See? Over half the data's there. All had missed the "thread," Mon Frère! Likely blinded by Herr Condon... ill perceived "non-truth," the problem.  Dick and Jerry*, primrose "led" to be so hard-nosed, and that said?  Science fiction is far off... but data driven? Those shoes drop!
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It won't impede the crushing fact that "Shoot Them Down" was "orders," Jack!   We would want a saucer bad, so risk a war with "others"! Mad!
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Too, it's not like we can't be stupid... addled, brainless… less than lucid, caught within the errant snare that we're "alone," but au contraire! ...
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Now I don't know what I've found out is truly what it's all about, but I respect what Frank has done... what he's late writ and by the ton! Too, some heavy-weights have waded in? Those who scoffed, prepare your chins!
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Friedman, Cox, and Porterfield know the data cited's real. Good and Barker make a case, and Maccabee has interest placed. Responsible, one follows data, the rest is bupkis; zero... nada.
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Think! There is more that has been missed if these men think this might exist.  If I'm wrong, I'll say "mea culpa", double-slap my face like Culkin, apologize in verse and prose... admit that "you" were on the nose.  I don't believe I'm wrong, at all; convictions "soar and cleave"—my call!
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Just remember out of tact, that good men died and that's a fact, when UFOs traversed the sky and our jets chased them, Frank confides.  We would try to shoot them down, just to have one, how unsound.  "Lurid duels of death," described, precludes denials—as denied—that we would fight an air war, then, with our jet planes and our brave men.  Though that is what, it seems to me, what had occurred, and with ET.
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Data has direction, friend, conclusions are arrived at when:  the picture "painted" makes all sense, is coming clean on its first rinse, and is not stretched or made contrived—presuming any sense survived—and what remains must fit the facts t'would all admit was such as that.


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www.AlienView.net

Frank Feschino / Stanton Friedman


* the late Richard Hall and Jerry Clark (if with appropriate respect...)

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Three generations of serious UFO researchers just missed it; the biggest flap in United States History, a flap of which we too faintly or even barely heard.  1952s Summer Of Saucers: a plethora of saucers extant and unambiguous orders to... Shoot Them Down.

Three generations of "UFO Hunters" from Keyhoe to Kimball, reader, never recognized the fumbled ufological ball!

Gray Barker, of all people, got close... he knew this was a puzzle with many pieces, but he didn't have Bluebook.

A "special thank you" is extended to Dr Edward Condon, then, the stealth spook and authoritarian obfurator who had Bluebook in toto and blew it off of cowardly needs niggardly, decidedly short sighted, and dangerous. Ignorance always is.  Shame Dr. Condon! Shame!

Ask Stanton Friedman... the generation between Keyhoe and Kimball—presuming I'm forgiven this stretch to alliteration—he'll admit he missed it, I'm betting. But presented to him in the data rich manner in which it is offered? 

He, as do some perspicacious others, caught Feschino's train, reader, only Stan shovels coal in the tractor, and officiates at the caboose! Read on.

Flatwoodsmonster.com 

Sunday, June 08, 2014

The Mainstreams Of Sentient Toads


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As regards our so-called "mainstream," thought reflective and sincere; our "limit" on "bad thinking"—a buffer from "the fear":
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Supposed "a mediation," or "distillation" of the "facts," it's portrayed as very "logical"—the "cure" for "fakes and hacks."  Too, it shills as sense's "medicine," protection from the "fringe," the "unwashed" and the "ignorant"… the deceptively "unhinged."  Nothing could be further from the truth one comes to find. It's a lying mechanism ... a perversion they contrive.  A foul manipulation by the fewest on our masses, it's legislating consciousness like a grinning bunch of fascists.
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It's the view that most will hold... because it is "official." Other views are ridiculed to implode upon "dismissal."  See, it's opposed to other views, which fade in sad distraction, as the mainstream is a jealous foe and a master of detraction!
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It will leave no stone unturned to keep its upper hand, and many that must challenge it are cursed, betrayed, or damned.
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See, it owns the "eyes" and "ears"… we use to watch our day. Too, what's "perceived" irrational depends on what's portrayed!
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Right?  It pretends the common sense, the middle of the road, the sober and the rational... ...with the sentience of a toad!  So, I am made suspicious of the track that it would take, the positions it's presuming, and the "points" it deems to make.
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See, it's their point to satisfy... the folks with all the money!  Those "owners" of the "eyes and ears"… which seems a trifle funny?
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The "mainstream" should reflect a mean, an average we can use… to find our way from day to day—that path the least obfuse! Though, it's in fact duplicitous and hobbled by its bias... which is prosecuted merrily by those few who would deny us.
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"Deny us what?", you'd smirk and sneer (officious and complacent). Well—deny us well nigh everything…, you… less than perspicacious!
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We're denied a real world and 'real' people leading! We're denied the oversight of oversight that's needed! We're denied the real deal on what our actions cost, on who must pay for some to play—be a measure for that loss…
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We are sold a bill of goods, we're led around by glands, and we don't get the "pictures" that occur in "other lands!" So we're denied that "portrait" of the way things really are… we're denied the existential!  Now, isn't that bizarre!?
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Don't pretend to fool yourself the mainstream acts for you, the hapless individual who is looking for some truth. It does in fact mistrust you and will punish you, you know?  It's a knight in "Satan's" service of corrupted status quos!
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There is in fact corruption, and a type that startles, too, when you find it in the fabric of your life, and know it's true. It's a cunning contravention by a clan of psychopaths who support it with a covetous "persistence," not for laughs!
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Too it won't care that "Christians" are allowed to prey on kids, or keep the crooked cops corralled when up to their old tricks. It's not just crass injustice! Loss of trust we must endure, as the ENRONs of the business world protrude their bull manure!
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C'mon! This bogus mainstream is providing all the "pap" that the "talking heads" are drooling from their whining jaws like crap!  It's not impressed that children die, well up into the millions! It shall not see a "Death Row" as a place for black civilians. It won't admit to slavery, the tortures it would craft, and it won't admit that it's remiss by practicing such graft!
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The mainstream's not a "mainstream" when it won't reflect the views of the people it confuses with an obfuscator's ruse! It cannot be a mainstream if dismissing UFOs, as it's eighty in a hundred who are thinking "someone knows"!
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Our mainstream's a betrayer of the truth that most would seek! The mainstream's made the lap dog of some grand conspiracy?
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Our mainstream has been hijacked by some psychopathic thieves who are busy with their passion as they prosecute their greed. See, it won't reflect the real mean; it means, instead, to craft the "mean."
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And that is like a mirror made to fudge its own reflection, where one can't see the blemishes one might find on close inspection. See, where one perceives the fairest skin, no need to wash ones face?  One suffers unseen blemishes one should view with some distaste.
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So, the Mainstream's not the mainstream... just pretends the middle road.  It's composed of thieves and pirates and of psychopaths or toads, reptiles sans compassion, lizards duping prey, they are wholly detrimental, serving not, which is to say...


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Here are some items about which the mainstream has had plenty of time to be forthcoming. All of the proceeding are perfect opportunities for the mainstream to actually be a mainstream—a reflection of a golden mean, a core of trusted rationality and logic; a steady (trust worthy) social foundation… a steadier foundation than there is presently on which to build, for far too many individuals on much too small a world:
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The unidentified craft appeared to take efficient controlled evasive action.
--FBI Memo, describing chase of UFO over the North Sea, 1947.

Before we could do any more, the Army, after conferring with [U.S.] officials, ordered the investigation stopped.--Dr. Paul Santorini, on UFOs over Greece in 1946.

The reported operating characteristics such as extreme rates of climb, maneuverability (particularly in roll), and action which must be considered evasive when sighted ... lend belief to the possibility that some of the objects are controlled ...--General Nathan Twining, Head of Air Material Command (AMC), 1947.

I was called one afternoon [in 1948] to come to the Oval Office – the President wanted to see me.... I was directed to report quarterly to the President after consulting with Central Intelligence people, as to whether or not any UFO incidents received by them could be considered as having any strategic threatening implications ....--General Robert B. Landry, Air Force Aide to President Harry S. Truman.

From their questions, I could tell they had a good idea of what the saucers are. One officer admitted they did, but he wouldn't say any more.--Commercial pilot, after questioning by intelligence officer, 1950.

Army intelligence has recently said that the matter of ‘Unidentified Aircraft' or ‘Unidentified Aerial Phenomena,' otherwise known as ‘Flying Discs,' ‘Flying Saucers,' and ‘Balls of Fire,' is considered top secret by intelligence officers of both the Army and the Air Forces.--1949 FBI memo on UFOs.

Information is desired if this was some new or experimental aircraft or for any explanation whatsoever.--1949 CIA memo.

[Object] described as flat on top and bottom and appearing from a front view to have round edges and slightly beveled ... No vapor trails or exhaust or visible means of propulsion. Described as traveling at tremendous speed.... Pilot considered by associates to be highly reliable, of mature judgment and a creditable observer.--Air Force intelligence report, following UFO sighting by F-51 pilot, 1951.

...some propulsion method not in the physics books.--Scientist who witnessed a UFO in 1952.

For six hours ... there were at least ten unidentifiable objects moving above Washington. They were not ordinary aircraft.--Senior Air Traffic Controller for the CAA, Harry G. Barnes, 1952.

Based on my experience in fighter tactics, it is my opinion that the object was controlled by something having visual contact with us. The power and acceleration were beyond the capability of any known U.S. aircraft.--F-94 pilot, after encountering a UFO, 1952.

In view of the wide interest within the Agency ... outside knowledge of Agency interest in Flying Saucers carries the risk of making the problem even more serious in the public mind than it already is.--CIA memo, 1952

It was silvery in color, had a bun-shaped top, a flange like two saucers in the middle and a bun underneath, and could not have been far off because it overlapped my windscreen!--RAF fighter pilot, 1954.

…Maximum security exists concerning the subject of UFOs.--CIA Director Allen Dulles, 1955.

Some military officials are seriously considering the possibility of interplanetary ships.--FBI memo on UFOs, 1952.

Pilot of helicopters wished to stress fact that object was of a saucer like nature, was stationary at 2000 ft. And would be glad to be called upon to verify any statements and act as witness.--Emergency Report from Maxwell Air Force Base on air space violation by UFO, 1954.

I have discussed this matter with the affected agencies of the government, and they are of the opinion that it is not wise to publicize this matter at this time.--Senator Richard Russell, head of Senate Armed Services Committee, regarding his sighting of a UFO during a 1955 trip to the Soviet Union.

What bothers me is what's happening to our aircraft.--Anonymous Air Force officer, 1955.

The Air Defense Command in Baton Rouge was on the phone, waiting for our report, when we landed there.--Commercial pilot following a UFO sighting, 1957.

Saucers exist (I saw two). They were intelligently flown or operated (evasive tactics, formation flight, hovering). They were mechanisms, not United States weapons, nor Russian. I presume they are extraterrestrial.--Lt. Colonel Richard Headrick, radar bombing expert, 1959

Reliable reports indicate there are objects coming into our atmosphere at very high speeds and controlled by thinking intelligence.--Navy Admiral Delmar Fahrney, public statement, 1957.

Congressional investigations ... are still being held on the problem of unidentified flying objects and the problem is one in which there is quite a bit of interest.... Since most of the material presented to the Committees is classified, the hearings are never printed.--Congressman William H. Ayres, 1958

Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, many citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense.--Former CIA Director, Roscoe Hillenkoetter, public statement, 1960.

When the team was about ten miles from the landing site, static disrupted radio contact with them. Five to eight minutes later the glow diminished, and the UFO took off. Another UFO was visually sighted and confirmed by radar.--Classified report by an Air Force Strike Team at Minot AFB, 1966.

... reliable, but off the record information from the Pease AFB in Portsmouth, indicates frequent radar blips and fighters are constantly scrambled to pursue these objects.--Journalist John Fuller, 1965.

I think there may be substance in some of these reports ... I believe the American people are entitled to a more thorough explanation than has been given them by the Air Force to date.--Congressman Gerald R. Ford, March 1966.

If 'they' discover you, it is an old but hardly invalid rule of thumb, 'they' are your technological superiors.--National Security Analyst, Lambros Callimahos, 1968.

My own present opinion, based on two years of careful study, is that UFOs are probably extraterrestrial devices engaged in something that might very tentatively be termed 'surveillance'.--Dr. James McDonald before Congress, 1968.


...All of the preceding are frozen moments in our ufological past and, collected together, a largely unimpeachable indication regarding the actuality of some larger reality... a grand physical existence from which we are being, very suspiciously, "protected" by a conflicted, corrupted, and likely criminal mainstream. Somebody knows. Read on.

Restore John Ford

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Thinking And Waiting...



Yeah—hey! ...And thanks for sailing in! I'm feeling kind of low right now, so it's good to see a friend. Dismissed a "Cyber-Wacko" by some persons I'd admired, I'm stunned with disappointments I suspect are not required.
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Citations by the carload? …Summarily ignored. Papers I have written are dismissed, subsumed—deplored? Not making any headway, I sense I'm spinning wheels; traction just ain't happening! Still, I sense a changing deal...
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...No one in particular, "I can think and I can wait." I keep my own good council, and I dourly face my fate. See, I've found I trust my conscience to define where I should steer, and I firmly heed my instincts on the subjects we all fear.
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I've a clearly sighted star, you see, on which to set my course; I navigate reality upon that stalwart horse.  I have a sensibility refined by sturm and drang as encountered in the wars we've lost to persons better hanged.  So I would test my saber's edge on that which is offensive, deplorable, inordinate... I'm not remotely apprehensive
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So, I'm not—much—distracted by the flapping of some tongue, or the tapping of some "key" by that dismissive "other," ...stung. They're all just proclamation of the sort who must resort to the insult always issued by that sport sans all retort!  These are persons selling souls for anything Cartesian.  Reductionism's rampant in this age, and names are legion.  Deniers and dispellers of the evidence that's there, these dismiss the "highly strange" as facile and don't care.
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These say there's "no conspiracy" of a type I have described. That *life* is no illusion.  Reality? Bona fide! These become the haze we see—lies hidden in the fog... Truth? Our Institutions: porcine, filled with wolves and rats and hogs!
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So say, oh, Noam Chomsky, Mike Malloy, and Howard BloomRidgeway, Marrs, Parenti, and with Webb (?) we're out of room.  They grokked the "primary reference"!  It's the type which tells the truth.  "Revisionistic" efforts are trés canted—of no use.
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Some sneer at these citations and deplore what they express, but "rebuttal's" not forthcoming and you sense no small distress. See, these but serve to grind an ax as biased as can be.  These are sans veracity.  These are bogus; can't you see?
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Now, am I incoherent when I write these earnest odes? ...And where is that "coherence" you'd imply you have in loads?  I compose a song to sing with words of dancing rhyme; how much should I apologise, and when's it been a crime?  It a validating poetry.  It is honest and sincere. Composed as such to sing again, it's what I would cohere.
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Where is the alacrity your insults don't propound; from where must come your outrage that is specious and unsound?  From where would come your petulance, your pique, and your displeasure? What have you provided to discussions… we can measure?
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...And please don't tell me: "...many years of hard investigation." That just won't wash, you've had your chance, and agitate frustration. See? Enslaved to dodgy filters which inure you to your cant? "Presumptions" ooze "auspiciously," so you have that canted stance.
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Yeah… you print your "books" and make the "lists" but what have you to show? We're light-years from disclosure as you've hoed the wrong damned row! Sixty years have come and gone; the saucers still a "giggle."  Conspiracy has been "dismissed"; it's you to squirm and wiggle!
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Now I'm the one to stand accused because I'm asking questions—because I make suggestions more proactive than repressive. Implied, I'm "warm and fuzzy" in conspiracy's cocoon, that I'm the "lazy thinker" (…that I'm crazy as a loon?).
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Some say I lack coherence and I'm (only) having fun… and when the reading's over? "Lot 10" bullets fill their guns!  Yeah, I can be assaulted by extreme vituperations; that is not the point, of course in art's appreciation... ...Still, the work is never criticized, never ordered to shut down; I get letters showing ernest smiles, not mad and outraged frowns!  I'm seldom told to "just shut up..." Please give it up; relent!  You're by no means a writer.  You're a tedious lament."
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Back to their "coherence," it's comprised of narrow views. All of their "pronouncements" are just that, mere air they've used. Too, I doubt they have the competence to label me "insane," or make profuse assessments on how others use their brains! They lack imagination, They're laggard and they're "slow," they've moved not one step closer... so they'll reap what they would sow.
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Too, providing still more insult to those persons written to: "they have no art; they're artless fobs. They have no depth or truth."
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Pandering after big-shots is a futile path to take, they have no use for what I've got; I complicate their stake!  I mock their specious issues! I confuse the status quo. I confound them to distraction; I perplex them, and it shows?
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See? If I am right—they live in fear—they lose the cat-bird seat!  Everyone's *investment*? Up in smoke! That's hard to beat!
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If I am *right*, they're nullified! Their "culture" loses air! Everyone must "re-think work" that's paid them "fair and square." Everyone must take new stock! New kingdoms are at hand! A grander rule of law's prescribed by those who make their stand!
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Correct, I signal something that's beyond what we've been told! Correct I am their death knell. Correct? Their bell will toll!
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Still, I'll not be "taken seriously"—some officiously intone—until I kiss the ring of their... ignoble "status quo," ...but I would sooner kiss the ass of all that I detest than go along with what "some" say, or do as they suggest.
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See. These ply a blithe denial that is cloistered and concealed. They're airily dismissive on what's regularly revealed! They're arrogant, sententious, and très smug beyond belief... like they've explained the saucers, sport! ...And that should bring them grief! 
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It's true that I'll respect some folks for contributions made, you'll understand, then, why I'd act... to move beyond their shade.  I cannot guess what course they'd take, but mine is changing now. Perhaps to find their "silken purse"?  ...The ear of some "old sow."
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Too, for all their admonitions on the "science of these things," they're too "reserved" for most of us wanting truth that "action" brings.
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Oh, there's more to "this" than these let on—for all their acrimonyon the general conspiracy these dismiss as trite and phony.  J. Haldane informs us... existentially?  We're vast!  There is always more than is perceived and hugely unsurpassed!!!
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What is "known" is not known; then the unknown makes its play, and then the more unknowable... the unspeakable, that is to say, arise to be our teachers of the vast galactic way, and expel us from our "playpen" where we languish in cliche.
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See, there is a vast conspiracy, Sir, of a kind that you might find... in pursuit of vile agendas—très complex—that you've denied!  It's space/time and all surface area, of what can be has been, and it won't help that you deny what's true, in fact, ...and then?  Well, then it is you'll know despair that could have been precluded!  Then you'll know comeuppance, friend, and of hubris be denuded.


Piercing the veil...





Sunday, May 11, 2014

The Meme Of Extinction!

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I can step outside and find no limit with my finite mind...  What "mind" I have still reaches out beyond the "noise" complained about. ...To be amazed how much is plain, so gladly singing this refrain!  "The sky" is that which is forever.  We're not alone, see, whatsoever!
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We can't be, see: we are ourselves the proof we seek. ...And not the foremost I would think, a lesser light and on the brink pf blowing all our chances... Think!  We are soldiers seeking that which compensates our effort's lack! Us, extant, is proof of them and they are here; be sure, good friends!
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The starry skies must crawl with life that's warmed by other suns, good Knight, and there is frequent evidence that this, profoundly, must exist! Zig-zag lights still fly due west without a sound I must confess! In truth I see them any time I put my eyes upon the sky!
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Still, the "bland officious" will propose I'm just pretentious... and pretend that one can't see the lights I see confronting me!  These "lights" are there, despite indifference, that measure of a crass insentience; society subsumed so some can profit like they've used a gun!
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"They" can make one "toe a line," deny one what they've earned [a crime!], and keep their heels upon ones neck—preclude someone a LIVING, yet!
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The Universe goes "on and on" in time that's—more than merely—long, where "anything" has happened there... righteous glory, cruel despair, or anything to fall between... a "yin" and "yang" of priceless being!
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Mainstream science won't respect regarding what they would neglect, and one cannot presume to know what shall not honor quid pro quo. Reality's appalled by this, this "ignorance" proclaimed a "bliss," but Science shows that it's gone wrong when it proclaims a "high ground" from, but then ignores—all seven levels—of evidence it does not settle.  Why, it won't even take a look!  That's an act of cheats and crooks!
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...A universe, not user friendly, is where one lives a life completely. Though not a place for faint of heart... it's still a heart's component part... Truth's required to give life meaning. "Antithesis" is just demeaning. This is why we need a Science we can look to... with reliance!
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All this *stuff* complained about just bubbles at our core, I shout! We could no more stop its egress than one might stop a bullet's progress. There is something going on and someone knows; the feeling's strong, and I perceive what's been denied by institutions I've decried.
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There are ...wonders... prepossessed by psychopaths we should detest! These are men who jerk the reigns, manipulate our trusting brains... with propaganda they enjoin to keep their status quo enjoyed! These, the folk alluded to, are most cross-purposed, it is true.  They are not our culture's champion, they're imagination's dampening!
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Now "we," ourselves are being ignored, a "bunch employed" but then deplored!  We're forced to aid what would subsume our greater effort... be consumed? We scrap like wolves around a carcass, bitch and snap like Klingons, Marcus... ...tearing off odd chunks of meat... so meaningless... and no great treat! Case in point, hate reappears... too, we yield gladly to our fears. What remains... shall not be spared... as "points are made" or "dollars squared"!
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Most won't do the "selfless thing" and psychopaths must reign supreme. See, no one needs a "peer review" where "rule of law" is not abused! It remains we're soggy jetsam... awash on moldy decks of flotsam, and thrown against sharp rocks for those who profit by our ignorance, Holmes!
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We find at last we're living lies that we now learn we should despise: that priests are men above reproach; a lawyer's not a slimy roach; policemen are the friends we need; best sanctify a "selfish greed"? That UFOs do not exist, that folks aren't "taken"—time's not "missed"—and we can trust our government is more than "bovine excrement"?
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Well—I'm alive beyond that jive of what's been made up or contrived. I am, one, no longer fooled by what they'd had me learn in school.
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I have senses; I can see, I can hear and think... I'm FREE! I'll report the truth perceived without your baggage.  You've been relieved!
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Left to, but, my own devices (an "idle mind" is truly priceless!), I have found with cynicism, how some react to criticism. Too, if "they" take it personally, I might be right... these fail to see!
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I know you're scared; well... I'm scared too... But someone knows, you know it's true. There is "something" underlying; "someone's" there there's no denying, and it's, in fact, a lighted fart that we're "protected" for their part!
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We don't share a "blessed" ignorance! We're not served by our indifference! They'd say that we won't WANT to know... but then they would!  We've seen the show.
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"Knowing", I suspect, improves... ...the quality of life abused. If one is one—in fact—informed, then one achieves some "better" form.
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History shows that we're not served by lies and obfuscations heard. Secrets which are kept from you are what you'd want to know!  It's TRUE!
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It's your loss if you don't "know."  Truth's a "boon" they'll not bestow. They would lose their "cat-bird seat," and they'd not suffer that defeat!  Terence said that it's a crime that you're denied that truth sublime, to go to death without "that" touch, is "to go to death sans sex, as such."
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Your ignorance is their advantage!  You are kept at disadvantage.  Your ignorance rewards those pleased to prosecute their lust and greed.  You are there for them to burn, and that is what you're loath to learn; you're beneath corrupt content.  Your misery is "heaven" sent!
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You shan't "profit"; you're made stupid, and that's the role of "institutions" which are closed to "oversight." They're hiding stuff that shatters NIGHT!  See, we don't need to "SEARCH" for truth, that's a dodge beneath ones use.  Where you want your problems "aced"... is where you know "a truth" but "FACED"!


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


A closed institution is a bad institution—generally. A lack of critical oversight on any institution leads to corruption of that institution—if it ever was uncorrupted—in all cases. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, always!  Even with God I would imagine.  There are rules; break them at peril.  Besides, we're just not that good, yet, eh?  We lack the constitution to be efficaciously arbitrary. Evidence?

Consider a plethora of scurvy chicken-hawk Christian priests, running blithely free, raping their flocks of their Social Security to live splendidly in 10,000,000 dollar mansions ensconced behind jealous gates and higher walls.  Still, the masses (you and me) complacently allow them this, you see? Why?

Running parallel to the preceding—and related I expect—there is a most fulsome whining and carrying on, otherwise, by the hyper-educated science religionists, presently, regarding a 'belief' that so called "pseudo-science is rotting 'legitimate' science from within"!  Maybe.  Then again, this may be a too proud science thinking entirely too much of itself.  Do we betray it, or, has it first betrayed us!

Grandly pontificated in this alleged "rot" is what the aforementioned science apologists say is facilitated by the mere consideration of various and sundry scientific so-called "heresies"!   These are the heresies, I argue, too quickly and arbitrarily declared "out of bounds."  These are the anxious pronouncements tediously propounded by moaning pontificators who would have us believe, for example, that the study of UFOs, their ancillaries, and other unsolved "anomalies" (or "unsettling peculiarities") must destroy the very science that the more rational of us (ironically) would use to attempt a study of those very things. Science should not fear investigation it seems to me. I was taught that "Science," incapable of mere fear, is investigation.

Now this reflexive fear is not surprising given the abject humiliation UFOs traditionally provide for an inappropriately arrogant science, but still: their protests are stuff and puling nonsense which dishonors them, reader!  Science endures sour grapes where seemingly quixotic UFOs very disrespectfully refuse to jump into science's test-tube on command.  I offer that science's resentment of that fuels their dismissal.

See?  It is the science religionists, themselves, who encourage that rot and disinterest! It is the science religionists, themselves, who make science dull to the layman and uninteresting to the student. It is the science religionists, themselves, who limit investigation to such a narrow band of filtered reality in method, repeatability, and measurement. It is the science religionists, themselves, who unpropitiously pitch the proverbial papoose with the dirty bath water (...sorry... not!).

Finally, it is the science religionists themselves who depart from the reality of science when they obstinately CHOOSE not to go where the data ultimately leads—for shortsighted, self-serving, and status-quo maintaining reasons—...uh, ...was a broad spectrum cancer cure discovered decades ago and shelved to sustain a corporate pharm's bottom line?  Can you say, "Cannabis"?  ...Tip of an unimaginable iceberg...

Some of these science religionists pompously pronounce "reasonable sounding proclamations of scientific fidelity and high-toned diligence," but that is merely a fallacious cloak too airily worn, reader, an appeal to a more vacuous authority. Wearing these cloaks, remember, are mere garden-variety human beings rife with error and hubris and encumbered with jealousies of ego every bit as petty as any of your own.  Certainly mine!

Human beings. Likely ten in a hundred of these, more under pressure, can be full blown sociopaths—monsters—and ninety percent of all of them are full of crap, in addition to being monsters, because ninety percent of everything, if you can believe Theodore Sturgeon, Isaac Asimov, Stanton Friedman or Jeremy Vaeni, is inconsequent crap. Fealty, fidelity, and honorable conduct won't be guaranteed in proud "Scienceia," just as it can't be "guaranteed" anywhere. Verily, these obtuse science religionists can be just as crooked as anyone else... the only way you can be assured of having these qualities alluded to is to demand that Fealty, Fidelity, and Honorable conduct around yourself, eh?

One must make, you see, all the justice (one can stand,) themselves, by themselves, and around themselves. The hijacked mainstream can't... won't—shan't—stand for very much of it themselves, so don't depend on  it  for justice.

The "well-meaning" but certainly axe-grinding klasskurtxians (interested only in keeping coveted positions at funding troughs) assume the cloaks of these "scientific religionists," write the rules for that discovery with a retreating evidentiary horizon, and make up from convenient cloth the definitions of "evidence." They set the "sliding-scale bar" of "proof enough" for the —very manipulated, conned, and complacent— rest of us. What is the "sliding scale" bar? What is proof enough? Are we manipulated (non-efficaciously so) by our society for the benefit of shadowy elites?  How could we not be, looking around?

The "sliding scale bar" is the "killer app" rubric of denial employed by Skept-O-Bunkies (SOBs) regarding "extraordinary claims requiring extraordinary evidence," for instance. The "bar that shall be cleared" is set by the SOBs themselves, so there is never enough "extraordinary evidence" for a contested claim, resulting in Jean Van Gemert's receding —backsliding— and therefore unachievable "evidentiary horizon." As "proof" may counter a jealously entrenched mainstream, there "shall be" no proof extraordinary enough to unseat that mainstream. A non-efficacious manipulation... by any other name it is offal sweet.

The "reasonably observant" are not fooled. Too, the now well described duplicitous-ness of mainstream science is sensed by the masses even if it cannot be articulated, as such, by those masses. All begin to perceive, to one level or another, that it is this conflicted mainstream defining the provenance of the ballyhooed and bemoaned "rot from within" if that rot "exists" at all.  People have a sense of being bilked, shined on, or betrayed

See?  Science may encourage the "rot," themselves.

"Anti-Truth" is decidedly not the fault of "fringe activities" arising only as a result of the scientific VACUUM imposed by those same reflex reductionists identified as SOBs alluded too, eh?  A vacuum decidedly remaining after those same mainstream's science religionists and their equally limited SOB apologists complete their cultural slash and burn of individual sensibility and then sail on, on our wind!  In other words, when did we have to start looking over our shoulders at the professional classes best created to serve us and not PREY upon us.  Cops, lawyers, bank officers, preachers, CEOs, doctors... agencies, institutions and governments?  Scientists?

The proof of all this is a very obvious if anomalous aerial activity that is still giggled at by the mainstream 50 years after it was first identified as a bona fide matter of (mind-bogglingly!) gainful scientific study!   The UFOs have humiliated Science at every turn since. The stars, ladies and gentle-bunkies! No less than the stars are lost in this bowdlerized and so artless Cartesian intransigence!

Any true investigation demonstrates that there is very little to giggle at, after all. Moreover, science, as a junior institution in the measure of things, shouldn't smile... especially condescendingly. A condescending smile's a smirk, and smirks should only earn a sneer from superiors, contemporaries, and subordinates alike.

Somebody knows. It's in your, very likely, gainful interest, reader, to know as well. Precluding your "knowing" are closed institutions without oversight for convenient reasons benefiting, and known only to, "themselves."

Most institutions are closed, or become closed to an individual if an individual can't or won't be "vetted" by same. Non-"vetted" Individuals are denigrated, marginalized, and reviled by institutions. I've personal experience with this.

Ironically it remains that Individuals—a result of their singular if transmittable inventiveness—are required for any lasting cultural success. Individuals are the affects of change required because what can't change dies... goes extinct. The consequence of rigid and unchanging 'closed' institutions are the death of evolving progressive culture.  Organised religion, scientific or otherwise, is the meme of extinction!

Individuals are key. Respect your individuals; only, don't take any crap from them, either!  That follows.

Read on.

Sunday, April 27, 2014

...Boxed Protocols... Mendacious Mainstreams...

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We ofttimes hear too zealous calls for UFOs of "protocol", and I, with some delight, must find... that I'm outside that "box" defined! Now why that "box" exists is moot, the "hows" and "wherefores" so much toot, but I have given up too much to go without a fight, as such.
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Though, why would I confide "delight," but that I fight a righteous fight, convinced—I am—that truth is served to combat "crap" without reserve! See, I don't do the "turned-cheek" thing; to strike me is to feel my sting! Still, I'll accept a "slap" I've earned; I'm not mendacious one will learn.
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I don't defer to crass attack, so I'm a "megalomaniac"?  I work with words, a tad contentious, so I'm dismissed as too pretentious? See, I would think outside their box, explore new realms and "undo knots"! So I'm the new intractable—my "thinking" then detestable?
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No, careful, I have kept my "screeds" to that which others may agree... is allowed in ones behavior... why, even Christ, who some call savior. I say I don't attack the "man"... of needs I must attack his "stand"... if  I find I disagree with what's perceived confronting me?
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"Ideas" are the paths I seek. "Ideas" can be checked for "leaks." ... "Aspect" is the meme confused, debated on these paths, in truth!  "Dictates" are dismissed outright.  "Proclamations" fuel a fight.  No one owns the UFOs we have seen to streak and glow.  Hubris haunts our skies we find.  We're not alone. We seek some sign.
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If "attack's" perceived as personal? I'd surmise: one's pre-conditional! I'd suggest: repost falls short, and it's that which "twists the shorts."
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Retreat in rage to be perceived as having lost the points one needs to keep ones place at anxious tables... precipitating sneers and labels!
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Friend, I've small patience for all that; to me? That's so much insentient crap.
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Too, give me one, just one example, a tiny shred of just one sample where invective or an insult issued from my words or conduct!  All you find has been provoked by hubris found, with which you're soaked, or crass insentience one displays when their thinking's reappraised.
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...Persons like one "Richy Reynolds," a scabrous scourge bereft of courage; a smearing, leering—crap-filled scut who owes me money... and a lot.* ...Or anyone who trifles me. Camembert? The cowardly; those who grind a backward axe can quite queue up to kiss my ass... Pettingill? Oh, he "means well..." but it remains. You guessed it: smell.
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...Hummm... It does seem I lack reluctance, my "tolerance" bereft abundance. I am quick to take offence! Too, specious sneers insure calescence. I guess I am a scourge, then, too... provoked to same! The same as you?
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...No! I point out your unbrave curse—do your harm! Perform your worst! From these efforts then we'll see! Ones real "being" then perceived: a churlish louse bereft of class, and every bit as bad as Klass!
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See, I'll attack "ideas" friend—read: stalled approaches some pretend. Too, that's the thing provoking this, this call for "rules" which I've dismissed. Dissent is "truth" one best allow. Or "Consequence" in just amounts...
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Too, I'd suggest "the man's" remiss in what he's done, the cause of "this." I would challenge his performance or face his affect so abhorrent... I would question fruit, you see, provided by his proffered tree. If it's toxic or contrived?  My conscience dictates... I decline!
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What we lack is all... humility.  So space and time contrives... futility.  We can't avail our Kingdom come, that's THERE to be availed, chum.  Space and time is promised—"vast"—where "everything's" contained... amassed.  All one "thinks" is found out there... and all one can't is there... to dare!
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See, I'd propose that UFOs are obvious and "SOMEONE" knows! Those quick to kill pro-active effort, or quick dismissing those alerted, those quick enough with poison pen but slow to cop their own pretence?  Persons like that Reynolds skunk—that "soaked in non-earned hubris" punk.  Men like him would foul the joint, erode our edge, and miss the point.
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Fifty years have gone, and how. Too, still the truth's obscured! Still now!
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What's "your" part in all of this? Explore that not and be re-miss...  ...Where is Richy's clarity, point to his sincerity, show me where his contribution has improved our institution... and done not but stir up crap that he provides with backhand slaps.
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Most, today, are led astray by those who use their skills "that" way. That "way" I speak of uses ruses, psychopath's profuse excuses; "earnest" and "convincing," yes, but detrimental none-the-less. These would lead one down "that" path, all primrose covered hidden trash... which pounces like an angry beast to bite you on the ass—at least!
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...It could be argued I describe... myself I must, to you, confide... But I am on my guard for that... don't take my word, though it's a fact.
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I think most persons reading this would vouch for me. Am I remiss? I am sincere, have "confidence"... if based upon uncommon sense, and won't deny I love myself, but not too much. It's mental health!  Seems that love precludes, you know, a mainstream's suspect status quo.
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See...Our "mainstream" lacks a "centrist" bent... required for a centrist's sense! Our "Mainstream" works to "void" and "sully"! Willful, it despoils and bullies that which "shall not" give its blessing! Angered, it is quite distressing!
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These must see the harm they do as they pursue bad cants... it's true. But they don't care. You're just an asset, fruit to squeeze, for juice, but face it. Chase their mainstream as it is? Be doomed to disappointment, friend.
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Trust this "mainstream" at your peril, it renders you as mute and sterile. It won't respect what you have done... 'cause if it does, it comes undone! See, that arrives right at the point where culture needs some growth! The point?
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...If "heaven" falls with just a tug, then what's its value? Pull its plug!!!
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What's beyond that heaven sought? What's new regards our battles fought? Single persons make that call... but few avoid new "protocols."
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"Protocols" promote exclusion and prevent the odd intrusion of ideas which astound... the "search for truth," agreed profound? Go along with what's "been done," so don't progress—and lose the Sun—as sullen "white" men have their way, their old ideas holding sway!
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These men inflate that "hijacked mainstream" for the mass's dim-bulbed low-beam. We would think they are the same, when they are NOT! We're not to blame. We masses are manipulated, our will is mocked and dissipated by the efforts in control of that which "mainstreams" bought and sold!
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...don't fill their mouths with words... as they'd accuse. I don't concur.  I may read between their lines... and garner, there, what I might find. Then I'd write what I've perceived they've said to meI do believe!
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Self-promotion seems the rule, though 'some' will 'do' for others, true. But I don't think I sing strained praises... for myself. I'd think it graceless.
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Others carry on and whine about their "talents"—how they "shine." I observe and comment gamely. I'm not sorry or complaining. I'd just show you where I stand. On "protocols"? They make me glad.
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Though in a good way? I think not. My saber's thirsty. Come on out...
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In closing I just want to say:  a Phyrric win, at best, you'll pay. That's the least that I'll concede. No surrender, no retreat.


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It's a "box" that's kept us from our heart's desire. It's a "box" that's precludes our satisfaction regarding the outre.  It's a "box" that makes an enemy of what might have been an ally…
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It's a "box" precluding synergy, advancement, inclusion, elevation, and actualization. It's "boxes" that would hide the truths, support the lies and keep individuals deaf and dumb. It is "boxes" that have held us down, tied us up, and shut us out.  This is of course apart from boxes with relevance and efficacy which provide for some kind of useful pattern recognition or utility.  It's the boxes fossilizing to dogma I speak about here, eh?  The former is not the issue.  Don;t even go there.  Desist, stat.  Retreat.  Stop.
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Reality is a vast, vast "market place of ideas," ladies and gentle-bunkies, ideas you know and ideas you CAN'T know, not a company store stocking only wilted vegetables and tedious memes of persons like the aforementioned Rich Reynolds . Breathe with freedom!
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Challenge your "boxes." Authorities require their questioning or they begin to feel entitled... entitled where they are not.  Answering challenges is a rational wage, reader, for assuming the mantle of authority—for daring to proscribe a box! That box by any other name could be a coffin for an idea... or a "safe-room," only, a safe-room where the danger is ironically locked inside with you!
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...And Stop!  I hear the whiny internal dialog, nip it!
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I reiterate!  I won't argue the need for some "boxes," scientific, moral, ethical, pecuniary, or otherwise!  We have to be able to take *stuff* to the *bank*... still be able to make predictions on the "long term" as much as is able and sane; still have the "minimal predictability" necessary to pursue some kind of happiness. Let's avoid the absurd. Thanks.
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Still, I'd guess the contention is access or egress to and from these boxes, but assuredly being allowed out of the fraggin' box, eh, even speculating on what might be beyond the limits of the freaking box in question. Secrets, potentially as disrespectful as they can contrive to be, are irritating at best.
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For an individual?  That box is hell on earth if "inside"... and a raging tease if "outside." Subsequently, I think this current airy suggestion for new boxes should be viewed with suspicion and unfavorably for that. Boxes render enemies artlessly created.
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Someone always comes up on a limit to the "box" and is nonplussed in some way. That's bad enough when the box has arguable necessity but intolerable where the box is contrived nonsense and naught but a sociopathic dodge for the personal gain of the "morally unethical" ...or maintenance of some specious status quo, preferred if bogus history, inured cowardice, or even hurt feelings.
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It's boxes that keep us from the stars; it's boxes that keep those stars from us.
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Restore John Ford!
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Read on.


*For damages a result of slander per se: http://alienviewgroup.blogspot.com/2005/11/smoke-and-fire.html