...The "You" You'd Recuse...

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Think what you want, friend, regarding *Abduction*. A nest full of liars, mistaken, or cursed? Consider them making a play for your dollar, not worthy your notice—revolting, or worse?
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Then make them a scapegoat? Make them your clowns! Make them embarrassed?  Make them suffer your frowns!
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Use them, abuse them—assign "yellow stars"! Mock them as bar-flies from Venus or Mars! Do what you will to stay 'comfy' and 'safe.' Lie to yourself!  Pretend it's you, brave!
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Yes, treat with derision this hapless *minority*, but cling to *fraternities*, and stuck-up *sororities*. Cling to your Bibles, your tracts and epistles, then slink past your graveyards... not daring to whistle!
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Laugh while you can, you shameless elite! You stuttering boneheads! You artless effete!
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We're an atom in an ocean! Who's to say what drifts our way... on the currents so indifferent to the games that YOU might play! We're a grain upon a tiny beach unaware we're unaware... of why it is that we're betrayed by cultures I forswear.
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We're a tiny—larval—bit of life bereft most truth and conscience! We're saints, if psychopathic; we're seers sans all sentience! We're all the things we'd hate to be, still, carry just a tad of everything that art t'would  be... if presently quite mad!
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When you laugh at our afflicted, but then put them in your 'shows', you make dishonest dollars while you thumb an upturned nose! You wallow in this disrespect; you frolic for the 'man'; you caper for his pennies... then accept his "penis," glad!
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With all "credence" to that party-line you give your blind support... you detract from our progressiveness—so we take it in the shorts!
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There is no investigation! You've maintained that it's unneeded! No one's even *looking*! "Looks" entreat and beg, beleaguered! No one has the *courage* 'cause they know it's unrewarding. Ford knows *that* kind of courage is discouraged—MAIMED, and thwarting!
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...Sad crews of us cooperate to give your bat-squeeze added weight, but likely ALL are strung along until disaster's sung its song...
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We could have been more strident! We could have made demands—perhaps elected persons who would make those harsh commands!
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We could have saved more money—brought our population down. We could have cleaned our rivers—put our wires underground. We could have told our kids the truth in schools of trust and light! We could have made the effort to get Ready, Real—Right!
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But we maintained the status quo, we stayed the party line. We laughed at the abductees, and we wasted precious time!
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We snickered up appointed sleeves while millions suffered, starving BLIND! We spun a temple's finger while *abductees* lost their very minds.
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They're given harmful counsel, it happens all the time—made thinking that it's them gone mad! Some "doctors" should do time!  Yeah, ask the woman, Emma Woods  if she's been on that ride. Assess her story's elements, then see what you decide.
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So think what you will, "Phil"—regarding abduction! Stay the old course of your sad reproductions! Forget you knew nothing; forget you're the fake! Pretend your foundations don't crumble and break!
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Forget that the saucers still fly in your skies; forget the abducted and pretend that their cries... are musings of idiots, cretinous loons who scratch at your wallet then howl at your moon! See, it's you and not *abductees*, who are "out to lunch" today! It is YOU, and not abductees, sopped in fulsome naivete!
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YOU are the cause of their pitiful nescience! It's you at the core of our sad lack of sentience! Subject to laughter, enduring derision, we're TRAPPED on the barbwire of your lack of vision!
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Your time is now passed on a ship which has sailed. You're a fat lady sung and a bread that's gone stale. The pendulum swings as it's wont then to do, and it matters... not Muslim, your "Christian," or Jew.
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...Not Shiva, or Krishna, nor Buddha have clues. It's your felt experience, reader! The "you" you'd recuse!



alienview@roadrunner.com

www.AlienView.net

• A salute, then, to Emma and her genuine courage. Let's walk with her, then, and so be less discouraged. She's on the right path; she carries her load. I'll walk with her gladly; she's a light on the road!

• Too, restore John Ford at ANY cost! An institution which countenances this atrocity of injustice is not worthy of continuance. Verily, any institution that could be brought down by the legal and righteous efforts of just one man—SHOULD be brought down!

...Autonomous And Therefore—FREE!

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What I'd have is time to think, to puzzle at, or ponder on the workings of reality—its vastness, scope, and wonder! I'd pay the freight (or my fair share) to lever up the rock that's there...
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I'd know what's hidden deep inside our monumental pile of pride! Too much *stuff* is hid away: the taxes that the rich won't pay, the saucers flying high in skies, the black-ops of psychotic spies. Cozened by an *earnest* evil—tormented by its pins and needles—bred respect-less in our billions, we're used like grease to ease and cushion... them who follow on the heels of those who make what's real... surreal!
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Those who shall not care "who pays," so they can fill psychotic days. He (or she) to make us shriek ... encourage us, then, not to speak... of that which then must truly dare us, terrify, or spin and scare us...
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This glad ablation kills our spirit!  We're close to meltdown—something near it!  We won't listen to the wind; we shan't see what signs portend. We're so close to what renews us, less respect from what's contused us—almost there, we breath upon it, yet we must let it go? Be honest!
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We're harried by mad Gods, not Devils, bamboozled by their priests and heralds. All that's preached? Division—hatred! The least (if most)? The "chosen" hated.
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Those who work to heat the water... washing rocks and forcing laughter, languish as the disrespected, bereft of choice and spurned—neglected. Poisoned and then, yes, infected... with glad toxins we're injected, a wasting of humanity. Viral vectors, memes like fleas...
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Confined again by *old* disease we cower on new callused knees! ...Attention drawn to *hallowed* ground?  We miss the saucers most profound.
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...And blinded by our jealous culture—"made to order" crows and vultures—wishing to reward the few their lack of vision, depth, or view) ...humans ape a hapless lot, so unaware of what we've got ... pacing to our shallow graves, but hoping for some "bone" of  praise.
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Then we get a brand new car (!), forget, somehow, exploding stars—forget that real comets spring to smash our Earth when next they swing. Forgetting saucers fly our skies, though still they fly I would advise. We pander to convenient Gods made jealous by their heralds' cause... to keep themselves in unjust power—safe behind rich walls and towers.
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These the folks who *killed* John Ford (at least as good as!)—scabrous lords! These remaining un-elected, these unseen, so undetected. These producing shadowed blight, these who would preclude our SIGHT—these who make our schools expensive, prohibitive, or bland—litigious. These performing "planet sodomy" with all pretension, grace—abominably! These who sell us out, for dollars—growing rich by fueling squalor!
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THESE are who we should decry, and disrespect ... abhor—despise.
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These, true devils—they confine us; their priests and judges starve and blind us! Yes, I'd try to do without the *God* Newt Gingrich mewls about; I'd trust the future, what it brings! When dams do burst? Potential springs!
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I'd confirm that we're endangered—kept from goals by sullen strangers ... taking us from higher places we shan't find in rein or traces!
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There is where I'd romp and wander, test my faith, consider—ponder. This is where I'd rather be! Autonomous and off my knees!
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• alienview@roadrunner.com
• www.AlienView.net

• I realize there has to be a "cooperation" or store-bought socks don't get in the sock drawer and larders go unfilled. Though, when that cooperation is at the dire expense of the individual, eventually, that revered and ever esteemed *team* or corporation will suffer most egregiously! Sock drawers and larders contents dwindle. See, I offer that the quality of a team is DEFINED by the quality of the individuals composing it!  The quality of links in chains.  The individual, one can see: a link of chain... remaining key!

• Consider, reader, the 'teams' that a collection of autonomously powerful individuals could undeniably make before you tell me there is no "I" in team. Without the "I" in team? You don't have a team! You have a limited, lack-luster, and unimaginative—entirely predictable—machine!

• Moreover, autonomous people have time to think on their own! This is of course, exactly what *they* don't want us to have—time to think. When one thinks, the eldritch light comes up ... can't have that!

• Moreover, cowards think no other way.

• Case in point:

• At around 13:00 CST on the first of March one year, a little piece of obliterating "anti-matter" made contact with Enterprise, Alabama, a still growing and productive little American town in the southeast of the state. My town.

• As the expected result of a quantity of meteorological "antimatter" coming in contact with any amount of regular "matter," there was an inclusive annihilation of the matter contacted. There was complete destruction. There was obliteration. There was much death. Homes were destroyed for the rest. Quality of life corrupted or negatively affected for those remaining... not 500 meters from my home.

• The aggregate devastation was in fact complete enough for crass opportunist George W. Bush, that walking personification for disqualifying any vestige of the myth of "white supremacy," to descend upon us, uselessly, in a junket costing many millions... so fruitlessly grubbing for a political capital all but entirely lost to him late in a failing Presidency...

• He would fly over in a fleet of pricey helicopters while I cleaned-up below, loudly reminding all around me similarly toiling that he probably thought he was looking at "Katrina's" Louisiana. There was no dissention to my observation, no protest, only laughter. Verily, a metaphoric "Disaster Area" over-flew the actual disaster below and everyone seemed to sense it. See, real people could use the money spent on Bush's wholly empty and self-interested gesture.

• The point is that a 'team' of human beings rallied and continues to rally in the face of this calamity. Thousands of friends and other strangers have banded together in the fellowship of the assaulted, the obligatory hapless who will be shortchanged by their insurance companies, governments or other soulless corporate bodies... singled out for special high intensity terror only *God* can provide!  They are the 99%.

• Individuals were forgetting personal concerns for a time and supporting shell-shocked neighbors they were not even speaking to previously. True giving and self-sacrifice by single persons empowered to give and sacrifice. Truly, and tragically, we are individually at our best when things are at their worst.  Read on.

• Tell me there is no "I" in team!

Restore John Ford!

Seditious Sky...

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Enamored, I gaze into endless dark skies. Skies, yes, incapable of telling some lies.* The kind of a sky that snatches your breath; a beautiful sky that no one regrets... remains it's alive with an uncommon light to question "contentment" or query what's "right."
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...Then it appears so abruptly I'm startled, A CRAFT (?) — or A LIGHT (?) ...but, you call it, Ronald!  I shall not be sorry for bearing such witness; dismissals are facile—sans courage and witless!
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...And it swayed (!) and was pulsing across the dark sky! Its speed was inconstant! I'm seeing this, Clyde!
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...And, I know I sound crazy! Yes, I know it's obverse; what I can't tell you outright I must tell you in verse!  See, the verse is a transcript of what has been seen—"disclaimer" provided as the verse is demeaned?  Still, happening in fact, all it takes is one time; self-honesty dictates a change of ones mind!
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...It *wafted* along—its purpose a mystery—bolstering tales which litter our History!  Too, doing away with those tales we're told—to deify "fathers" to make us less bold—hear epics of "heroes" to which you're compared... when they never existed!  You're *unworthy*, Mon frère!
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I portend our history's lies are toxic cloth we should despise ... a damned and thread-bare tapestry! A cloth of artless sophistry... contriving that which holds us down, supports too few—sports errant crowns! 
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...For I've—so—seen *them* flying in the glittering above! It was certainly not an airplane, or a sea gull or a dove! This thing was not an airship, or a storm cloud, or a finch. It wasn't Hynek's' "swamp gas", then, you smirking son of a bitch!
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...And then at once it brightened, and I thought it would explode! It dead-stopped in the star field and then, flickered, burned, and glowed! I held my breath to wait and see what this might be about, then, it did the damnedest thing! It but flickered and went out!
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Awe struck—I stared, befuddled, into empty star-filled space, my chin around my weak and buckling knees—I'm so amazed; then *daughter* lights came out to play along "meanders" traced (!), and flashing red and white they're GONE, departing in all haste!?!
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All the stars are laughing then, or it seems so on reflection, that I was there to process this anomalous detection.  A common man without "Doc's" letters, "without portfolio"—inconsequential... unimportant, hardly key, pedestrian ...non-essential... That I could be the one to see this para-normal light... which is visible to thousands, maybe millions, am I right?
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That I would see this strangeness so belittled by the news—that I... more clearly fathom... all the wonder it imbues.  The "greatest story never told" and what it just might mean... the actualizing of oneself to better hopes and dreams!
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...We have had our "trust" betrayed, been thieved from "fair and square"; our air and food are poisonous —water's getting rare!  So, I'll not then be buying what our "ruling gentry's" said, as they've clearly been untruthful, cousin! I would do this then, in stead!
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...Cop to living skies, my friends! They're not an errant joke! Too, they're in no way beholden to those persons blowing smoke!
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...To me at least, it makes no sense... this entropy of common sense; this desolation of the self; this final loss of mental health? The losses 'twixt your "hawks" and "doves"... The loss of wholesome cares and loves...
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You so choose, at cost—so stow it—then, cheated and alone... ...you blow it?
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...And STILL be optimistic in this blackened Winter night! Lights will still move strangely, but they won't increase ones fright.  They are, instead, stange "alternate"—alternative—new voice! They do not pay observance to the "man"!  They offer CHOICE!
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See, that's the real problem with what "serves" us as "Officials."  We're offered an "alternative" which, then, could be beneficial.  "Kings" just as soon have none of that; they'd keep you on your knees—they'd introduce reductionists and substitute "disease."
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UFOs? A comfort when compared to our own kind... who'd let their own just starve to death... driven crazy, sick, and blind! The lights can be, then, much preferred (!), compared to me and you or the fulsomeness of anger 'twixt the Christian/Moslem/Jew! Their lights are then more favored, friend, than governments of hatred—"governments" down primrose paths... to "hells" for which we're fated?
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...And me? Well, I'll be watching for those "lighted cosmic ships" ... entities thought sailing in an ocean sky eclipsed? ...And I won't await "consensus," or a "scientific" nod, or the words of fulsome "ministers," or the mewling of some mob!
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I've seen them fly—goddamnit! How worthy, then, your sneer (I've come to understand, my friend, just masks a coward's fear)?
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You think that I'm affected by your lies and obfuscation; you think that I'm controlled or led by vast prevarications; you're thinking I'm a hapless clone to listen and obey—your drone?
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Get a grip, you're almost through—our times are fast a changin'... ...true!
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• alienview@roadrunner.com
• www.AlienView.net

• *If our sun, at *this* moment, exploded... we wouldn't know about it for eight and a third minutes.  Further away Betelgeuse—a monster sun the size of Jupiter's orbit and glaring balefully from the constellation Orion's right shoulder—provides for a colossal explosion we wouldn't know about... for another 640 years!  Further away than that is the truth, farther away.

• *The lying skies lie as the sky lies.  What you "see" is not what "what you get," you see?  To the contrary, one looks at the obfuscating night sky and shall not perceive what "is" but, at best, what "was."  The sky is not current events, the reader discovers; it is a grudging "history," and history, remember,  further the farther we gaze.  

• See the "sliding scale" of truth provoked by distance?   Consider, we really do advance into the future perceiving only the misinterpreted and so distorted reflections from a crazed and indistinct rear-view mirror.  The point?  

• I suspect that this is the draw of a SETI program.   Fixed myopically on what happened "long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away," one can then use their cognitive dissonance to excuse their cowardice, reader, and pretend that a truth measured only as light-nano-seconds removed from fact—of the clock—is not there at all.

• It remains; we really do perceive only a grudging and after-the-fact forthrightness from the duplicitous sky with regard to the truth, reader, because, facilitated as it is by a glacial "speed of light," it has not yet made TIME—to tell us the truth.  This lie becomes only grander and progressively unknowable as one moves ones perception further away, and is a tangential reminder that at center?  The only truth one can really aspire to is oneself.

• When you "look," you "find"!

Restore John Ford!

"Shoot Them Down"! --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bKSv39vP-4

Quadrature --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUsibuRcXpc

Wendy's Song --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6yc-HTSucE

Rudiak Rides Again --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-lIhWUEeXI

HyperSpace --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgp1EBoNDik

Taken --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQBxioqtHCA

Always Searching --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrUY1QWZfCU

SkyLights --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWg6OCWyoig

...Pride, Or Disgrace...

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The tiniest voice from the farthermost place... not heard—is a whisper, a murmur—a trace.  Persons "more worthy" turn ears to scant source, then choose to ignore the more sensible intercourse.
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This commands an attention from me, if NOT you! There is LIFE, not from here (?), and that's VALUABLE news! Though we hear it the least, and then not from the fringe; it's besotted and drunken with rancor, my friend.
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These facile elitists use made-pompous science to counter opposing progressive alliance, so prosecute error—"They" are here and not there ... begins the prerequisite to becoming aware!
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We open our minds—*supposition*—it's true! We embolden ourselves with conjecturing views!  We'll open our eyes, and take stock when we dare; it's better we know; and it's better "they're" there!
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How is it better?  What is our end?  Where is the profit contending with "them"?
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Well, forgetting enlightenment, advancement is there, there's fellowship proffered in which we might share! Fact! Mere "presence" alone would provoke our alliance! It'd thrust us to SPACE in a new self-reliance!
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...So, we'd clean up our act, and then do the smart thing; no longer "apart," we would CARE what "they" think!  "Unmasked" and "exposed" or no longer "alone" we'd tend to the circumspect —change errant tone!
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Moslem, Christian, Hindu, and Jew could link up their arms and then clean up their views! Gone—the errant derision for women and gays, we find that they're "human," more "us"—friend—than "they"!
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...The tragedy's that, message sent... it's unheard! It takes a refinement, we lack, to concur. We find we cannot... trust the word the few... who say they're working, but lie to us too!
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We can't know, you and I, still, perform all the work. Perception is worthless... we're less than alert! We are disrespected, denied "right to know..." what's existed in ink as evolved from dead stone!
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...Then consider our "lives"! ...one without the old limits! We *REJOICE*! We're released! We're rewarded and with-it!
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We're STRENGTHENED to find out that we're not alone! Our metal is tested. We're NOT driven prone!
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We'd fly to the moons and the asteroid belts! We would "soar" and we'd "cleave" and we'd ring cosmic bells!
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We'll laugh, and we'll sing; we'll depend on ourselves. We'll find new realities: a robust new health! ...And the tone could be sweet and so pure, grand, and strong... now hollow, so empty ... and futile! So, wrong!
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A challenge from "voices" off-planet in space? That dearth of a whisper reveals a blank face?
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Friends, it's all up to us, and the actions we take! Are we talented humans, or talent-less fakes?
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We have the accouterments; we have what's been needed! Yet we waste potential, and stay so conceited?!
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Will we cop to the end of our terrible loneliness; will we wrest from our fear what it takes and withholds from us?
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Oh, what will become of our sad little race! What is our future? Is it pride, or disgrace?
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• alienview@roadrunner.com
• www.AlienView.net

Or worse? Futility... My intuition is for optimism regarding a justified pride.  That's fact.

Restore John Ford!

Read on!

"Shoot Them Down"! --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bKSv39vP-4

Quadrature --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUsibuRcXpc

Wendy's Song --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6yc-HTSucE

Rudiak Rides Again --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-lIhWUEeXI

HyperSpace --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgp1EBoNDik

Taken --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQBxioqtHCA

Always Searching --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrUY1QWZfCU

SkyLights --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWg6OCWyoig

...Saber Rattles...

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Forget those making *judgments*
From the centers of their webs...
Or those who raise the fates of some,
But others curse with Krebs.

Fairness is your issue?
...Insure a solid grounding?
...Think: how it's best to lay to rest
That ignorance confounding!

So, how to make a "judgment,"
And stay one step ahead?
Best — "judge ye not, lest ye be judged,"
And search your *skies*, instead.

• alienview@roadrunner.com 
• www.AlienView.net

• Oh, fret not my friends and fellow loved ones... or even that coldly regarded antithesis of same, of needs held even closer! The poetic explication above is well beyond my present capability as a human-bean (sic)... Though I aspire to it, as we all should...

• No. I fear I must remain decidedly partisan and obnoxiously singular to the end of my days! It's in the guild's bylaws.  

• All kidding aside, partisanship is indicated, after all, because there ARE partisans in what's taken, conventionally, for the "corporeal," eh? See these aforementioned partisans create me, at root... they  challenge me, inspire me, embolden me, or provoke me! Asked which came first, the pelican or the Lehmberg, my take is that this race goes, decidedly, to the pelican.  Such lack of imagination and courage should not so flap or squawk unrealized. 

• ...With regard to singularity? I only aspire to reflect that to which we are all drawn, regardless.  I read we're not pushed at all, but pulled. No apologies.

• First, if you're offensive? Best be bland.  Rest assured, I'll offend in turn, if only for balance.  It's difficult, you see, for a career soldier to turn another cheek, so lurid duels of now literary death must sadly ensue.  I'll endeavor; however, not to be the first to pull my saber. Spit in my face; however, and face, yourself, a fiercely unpleasant, if decidedly educational, inundation.  I promise.

• Frankly? A sneer just pisses me off... ...Like it was writ in stone that any of us had it together enough to portentously produce even one sneer, for any reason! A sneer is only ever regrettable, so I resent sneers provoked from me by your garden variety—and very fatuous—sneering, usually an ignorant popinjay, ironically, not remotely conversant with that upon which they would—and so confidently—pronounce.  I sneer at sneers.

• People! The "merest-mote-of-consciousness-in-a-cyberspace-expanding-into-hyperspace-at-the-speed-of-light," I'm an innocent, like yourself, in that same cyberspace and beset by craven bastards as the innocent always are! LOL! That's why the rule of law is important... I digress.

• ...Seriously though, my unabashed loose literary cannon of admitted small caliber is needlessly generated in that noisy sullenness of others.   Remaining is an intuition of consistent and considerable conviction so as to engage this perceived outrage of sinning sneeriness! 

• I must, of needs then, fire on that which offends my intelligence, my sense of rationality, my appreciation for justice, my insistence on fairness, and my sincere perseverance that we aspire to a bigger box of grander potentialities and far more worthy *ideafications*! Again, no apologies.

• The preceding is predicated by a future I rush forward to greet, if accelerating uncontrollably towards it as I go... yes! Resistance is futile in this situation! Consider that singularity of the black hole, a similar attractant. Inexorable!

• All you can do is put english on the inevitable entry, english for the most graceful and productive approach... the right english, spiritual, technological, or otherwise? ...You pass through to, not "somewhere," according to out time's best "imagineers," but something else at a different *level*. 

• Oh, and you *sing* in the process, sing in any way you can; sing even if you must carry that tune in a bucket.  It's the song, you see, guiding the more honest interpretation of what one does see.  You see?

• Such is the way of the ufological curmudgeon and paranormal poet/warrior. No apologies here, either. I'm writing if the only one reading, regardless.

• Hey, once a recipient of the, coveted by some, "Zorbie" award (...for importunate ufological angst production?), I won that august decoration, twice, with some small affection... ...intimated by the contentious awarding, even! Now, I've a *tradition* and *reputation* to uphold. I've a smidgen of a mini-*mandate* and diminutive *popularity* to be appreciated. I've a minute *notoriety* to live up to, eh? What others see before them I leave behind, in truth? Injection into the new hyperspace? I'm ready, girded even by the great barragrugous ZOT, so swing the hammer down! w000000t!

• Still, the bit of poesy above is a reminder that there are greater considerations than ceremony and ritual...traditions, reputations, mandates, and popularization... These greater considerations are festooning the table for our, made fearful, deliberation, eh? More of us would do well to remember that.  We're made fearful.  There's money in it for the top one percent... all know that on some level.

• It remains, we've an infant annum looming—and bigger fish to fry in it—even as we are distracted by bogus events and contrived occurrences, aberrant and abhorrent, reader, so compounding our unease and exacerbating our disquiet! Bogus and contrived?

• Yes, I must report that I suspect many of these "aberrant and abhorrent" events—and other occurrences of frothing toxemia in the 24 hour News Cycle—to be facilitated devices diverting us, the wholly abused rank and file 99%, from the aforementioned greater considerations... Oh, and would that there be an outrage wrought for our prideful manipulator... but wait, eh?  No matter...

• It remains. Pride does go before the fall.

• In the coming year? I will, in my small way, attempt to insure just that! [g].

• ...But seriously, back at the *restive* ranch... consider, reader: What is "it"... regarding our on-topic and timeless tradition of epic length: the "other"... that "other" not *us* and sitting just at the perimeter of our limited perceptibility... ...through countless generations of recording human beings... ...and continues to teasingly interact with us, still?

• What indeed!?! What is more important than that... what could be more important than that ...when everything else only works to distract you from... that?  We're not alone.

• That there is *something* there is trammeled out by so many intellectual worthies—and this expanding number of same from multiple disciplines—it insults intelligence not to consider "it," anymore! Moreover, apart from the preceding is the cacophonous level of decibels heralding the fatuous caterwauling from the intransigent opposition, also validating the preceding, if inversely! Real irony there if an eye is peeled for it.

• There is "there" there. Additionally, our intelligence is insulted.

• Sneer at your peril. Apart from several hundred years of niggardly applied, malfeasance rewarding, and unjustifiably canted religious arbitration—and these from a soulless collection of scientistic [sic] *insentieros*—arrogantly ignorant intellectual fanboys without decency, accountability, or responsibility—you, reader, are but a candle out of doors in what has, to date, been an environment stirred only by the gentlest of caressing and nurturing breezes!

• Grok that and cup your flame! 

• We could be fierce torches in oxygenated air behind strong doors between stars... but we squander the window's opportunity of our dwindling planetary largess!

• We are a stupid people doing stupid things stupidly, and we furiously prosecute that stupidity, in an evolving stupidity inspired by stupidity, with stupid words and equally stupid deeds... transcending mere stupidity to a new and more expansive quantum level and cubed *Stupidity*.

• ...Pretty stupid.

• ...And it ain't the "woos," bunky. Disabuse yourself of that fatuous notion.

• "Woo-dom" only occurs as a reaction to the suspected betrayals of that "woo" rank and file by its official and learned authority! They don't pay off to the greater good, are not forthcoming with legitimate information, and we remain to fill that informational void... any way we can!  "Take back the woo," as Regan Lee says! 

• Curse who's responsible for belittling or invalidating my hatred of that ignorance when it's that person's cognitive "song and dance" not filling the informational bill... which has provoked that hatred, at the start! Be damned, sincerely!

• Culture is at fault. The fair-minded and progressive individual is without blame. Stand tall, reader. Enough for both of us, I will.

• ...My suspicion—my intuition, my ideation, my anticipation, my presumption... beyond valueless *faith* and the personal fables of self-serving *hope*— is that an association with the aforementioned *other* I'm on about—get ready—...can empower the individual to more intellectuality, physicality, and self-sufficiency—make you smarter, healthier, and richer—I'm betting... ...which of course is the bane of a jealous culture officiated by the 1%: some few sociopaths, niggards in aspect and monsters in character... actually a fraction of a fraction of the remaining seven billion souls on this depleted sphere... with most seriously suffering in one form or another.

• ...And you know what? Ironically, that monstrous "fraction of a fraction" suffers, itself, still!

• Consider: just since the late sixties the rate of children born with autism has jumped from one in ten thousand... to 1 in 166... so, a reduced quality of humanity in the quantity of humanity... ...and the poles are melting, too... 

• What's on Reality TV?

• Throw dollars at that? ...Make a scientific pronouncement? ...Kiss your pampered ass good-bye? Hello? [tic..tic..tic... is this thing on?]

• Hot flash to the "movers and shakers" so informed: you better start moving and shaking. "Move" and "shake" you egalitarian sensibilities lest you're dragged from your homes and offices and made to pay in blood for your scurrilous social betrayals! We'll likely do that anyway, but the quality of your righteous comeuppance shall not improve with age, I suspect.

• Read on!

Videos

"Shoot Them Down"! --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bKSv39vP-4

Quadrature --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUsibuRcXpc

Wendy's Song --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6yc-HTSucE

Rudiak Rides Again --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-lIhWUEeXI

HyperSpace --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgp1EBoNDik

Taken --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQBxioqtHCA

Always Searching --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrUY1QWZfCU

SkyLights --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWg6OCWyoig

RESTORE FORD!

...Revealed Disease...

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I once was "Columbus" when I was a kid. The third grade—a school play. I "sailed the blue" to "claim" our New Shores! I was "heroic." I saved the day!
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...All the kids were in their costumes... to perpetuate the lying*... Folk's "oooos" and "aaaaahs" just filled the room; we really should be crying.
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So it's repeated, the myth inculcated... and even to this time. Classrooms still proliferate—teach this errant... hateful lie.
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"Well, you gotta teach ‘em something," ...And to that I must agree. "...But we have to keep it *positive*." ...Now, there's revealed disease!
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Anything that’s "covered up..." is an unclean wound, effuse. From UFO’s, to JFK! Call it: "cultural abuse"!
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Lie to kids? You make them hate you! Lie to kids? You make them soft! Lie to kids, and they’ll desert you, shine you on, and flip you off!*
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An "AlienView" sees Columbus more clearly, encumbered by naught on an old "party-line." See, Columbus, informed, thought the world was round as smart money knew at the time!*
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Wealth and Power: the cruelest drivers! Christ: to OK the "obtuse"! There was no "near mutiny enroute"! Columbus employs a "horrific abuse"!*
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...See, know the facts and witness terror in the nose hacked from the face of a child morally superior to her conquering barbarian race... Slavery, and torture, and genocide! Raping, and pillage, and plunder! Blood was the coinage that Chris was about! ...And his "cover-up" hulls us asunder!
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Know: Chris handed Natives a "hawks bill." He said, "Fill this up with gold." ... "I'll fill my ships with your largess... ...With your flesh I’ll pack my hold"!*
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"...And do just what I tell you... ...find me gold... ...submit! ...Yes, do it if it kills you! ...Or chance your child for it!"
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Columbus was a monster!  Don’t say it was the "times"!  The "Watchers" have recorded it!  It's in Chris's hand sublime!
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...Too, don’t believe it for a second—"that he died alone, and broke." He died a "one percenter," friends.* The myth's a tragic joke.
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*Bobby Rowe, PhD Anthropology... confirmed by the very googleable James W. Loewen and Michael Parenti...

• alienview@roadrunner.com
• http://www.alienview.net/

• ...And what was to be gained?  What is to be gained?  What can ever come of a self-serving lie? This is without regard to how well that lie might be "intentioned." A "well intentioned" lie is a slippery slope, still, even needfully navigated.  Though, how "well intentioned " ...really... eh, reader? It remains, everyone does lie... consider the concerns of "National Security."

• Don't tell me about National Security concerns!  That weary rubric is so often abused by the aforementioned "abusers at the dinner table debate" that the rest of us just look down at our plates in offended embarrassment.  

• See, in turn, Richard Dolan demolishes these "concerns" in two volumes examining same, with another volume upcoming. Robert Hastings makes erstwhile "concerns" irrelevant in a bullet proof study regarding UFOs and their decades long interaction with nuclear missiles. Stanton Friedman invalidates "concerns" in a succession of books, tapes, and DVDs outlining cited governmental duplicities, frauds, and conspiracies. Frank Feschino eviscerates "concerns" in a timeline illustrating 14 years of research and study, reader, citing an armed conflict—a one-sided hot war—between our military forces and UFOs lasting for a period of years during the 50s.

• ...Even Einstein begged them to stop the shooting war, I recall.

• Lately, a United States—sold out to and mired in robber-baron corporate interests—becomes a nation of lies consumed with an ethic of "lying liars" slithering snake-like on those self-same slippery slopes, even now.  I digress, but there's an OWS, by way of tangential example, because "Wall Street" robbed the American "Bank," and in a manner actually much more egregious than "John Dillinger" or "Machine-gun Kelly"!  See, "Wall Street" did it from the inside with the "blessing" and encouragement of our leadership!   Ask UFO Golden-Ager Richard Hall on the human consequences of this full-blown Bank Robbery... oh, that's right, you can't! He died miserably and in reduced squalor as a result, early in the current unpunished crime-wave! 

• Consider, a lie will be found out eventually, and the sucker... man, woman, or child... will burn with resentment at the disrespect implied. The lie is revealed, reader, and I do resent it! Cop to it, yourself, friend!

• Truly, do you think a *disclosure* is remotely avoided for the "good of the individual"?  No, whatever "empowers" the rank and file "dis-empowers" the non-elected and perpetual leadership of the psychopathic 1%, it's perceived, and that information is not disclosed.  

• Their's is one way of looking at it, sure.  A short view.  A pathological view.  The view without imagination, most reptilian, and psychopathic. Though, a view actually understandable given the individual, remember, IS a powerful entity—and has always been—the spendable coin on which the whole of society, past, present, and future, is forged... from the guy swinging a pick to the girl etching a new microchip design... forgetting all personal harbors in between and apart from them, like you and me—just to scratch a densely packed surface!  

• Only, One in a hundred of these (us), are persons able to remorselessly bleed someone else out for the laces in their shoes! These are entirely OK with their lucrative expenditure of you, reader.  These will persecute any mendacity, will tell any lie, and will pursue any dark, unethical and immoral advantage.  Too?  They are the officiators of your culture and control the mechanisms of your society.  They ARE the one percent.

• Remaining individuals, consider, left to their own devises and not overburdened by psychopaths, at best act individually to encourage and support other individuals for the benefit of the individual... actually empowering the effected team or group to greater synergies! 

• Example: intelligent societies subsidize their artists... and what is the artist but the cutting edge of individuality made real in the real world. Individuals orbit planets... Individuals soar and cleave the heavens, other individuals contrive how to put them there... Individuals fly down close to the flame and singe wings, but they fly back to tell us what they saw... I aspire to same, unabashedly.  I suspect more should... and be supported in their efforts to do so, too...

• That's why a large, strong middle class is necessary for the success of a society. Strong individuals provide synergistically for a strong society the way stronger links contribute to a strengthened chain. The reader will notice that the middle class here in the States in on the wane... why? Don't blame chance or necessity, reader!  That strong middle class is an entity contrary to the interests of the wholly psychopathic alluded to above!  Too strong to be beaten outright, it must be, and ignobly, bled to death!

• If you do think ignorance is bliss? Really, I must disabuse you of that notion.  The rent comes due, reader, inevitably.

• Culture, not remotely your friend, friend, does not deserve your reflex loyalty and should do much, much more to earn your grudging individual support... Consider, ufological disclosure likely benefits the individual, rewrites convenient class and gender rules, invalidates and makes irrelevant a corrupt status quo, topples tyrannical, illegitimate and abusive institutions, intimates efficacious technologies, and therefore empowers a super society! Anything else is just a hapless and 2nd rate "Brave New World" alpha/gamma corporate slavery employed by the insulated, golden parachuted, and  hyper-privileged man... ...verily, the "one percent" hates even a rationally open socialism, reader, NOT, because they have to pay for it... no, but because it makes them disappear! 

• How do I feel that that all the above is likely to be true? LOL! Why, because I can judge a tree by the fruit it produces, reader! I try to remember the one time relevant information was kept out of our common knowledge or that the aforementioned ignorance served rank and file humanity in any way. Perhaps the reader will have better luck.  Don't insult yourself with misdirecting and immaterial non-disclosures on atomic bombs or infectious diseases.  The reader knows what I mean.  Consider, "a cure for cancer exists," n'est ce pas?  The three hundred mile a gallon carburetor exists!  Cold fusion exists!  Broadcast power exists! One can just go on and on...

• So discounting "societal information denial" and those cover-ups driven because interests between the one and the 99% are identically motivated—like the aforementioned nuclear proliferation and infectious disease control, come up with one example of efficacious untruth... just so we can see how easily your example can be turned around to bite you on your own conscienceless ass. Heh—and I'm the one smeared for a credulous believer... "your (our) best interests are taken to heart."  Riiiiiiiight...

• Sincerely... much better searching the skies for "next level" UFOs than speculating whether Bill Clinton has an identifying wart on his penis, eh?

• ...Or was that Michael Jackson...? ...And why must I endure this warty concept at all with so many persons already enduring a real hell on Earth... apart from the ones imposed on MJ and BC, eh? Not answers, reader. No. We want the right questions.  Better questions!

~Current Events~

• Portentous pundits propitiously self-placed and proclaiming their pompous and impacted pretensions—not entirely unlike myself I'll allow—lately practice (...otherwise!) the very antithesis of what they'd preach or seem to be preaching!  They do this, reader, to blunt the thrust of a serious ufological penetration into that which unavoidably IS... so blunt with the mechanism of a new duplicity... a new dodge... a new misdirection... ...while presuming to be doing anything but, ...even to the antithesis, reader, as I said before!

• Now—everything is on the table. This is understood. Too, even going "heavy handed" into the discussion, I tire more and more of just pussy-footing around, eh?  "Bull in a china shop" becomes increasingly more justified.

• Considered are Chrono-terrestrials, Dimensio-terrestrials, Intra-terrestrials, Extra-terrestrials, Crypto-terrestrials, Inter-terrestrials, Intel-terrestrials, Outré-terrestrials... jinns, affrites, and water-nixies... trolls, faeries, and gnomes... angels and demons... on and on into a veritable smorgasbord in fuzzy choices of... "speculative indistinctness" fore and aft on a fractal paranormal line, regarding what the "other" could be... but, neatly masking or avoiding the dreaded concept that there is an "other" there, at all!  We are cowards in the aggregate in this regard!

• Cue the hopeful music...

• There is, eh? Given seven strong categories of compelling evidence how could there not be? The increasingly accepted fractal reality empowering historic smart money makes clear that we're not the jewel in creation's crown, reader, nor even the sharpest knife in the drawer! Could our complacent ambivalence to this fact be fueled by the indisputable knowledge of ourselves at our worst, and dread the more powerful *other* for that reason? Could they ...would they... be as bad as we have been?

• By way of example and on the subject of this "avoidance" (some might say "denial") alluded to, it is similarly performed when some of these aforementioned pundits celebrate the term "UAP" to the term "UFO".  The "UAP," revealed here as just another noise distracting from signal, illustrates a case in point.

• "Unidentified Aerial Phenomena," or its simulacrum,  replacing "Unidentified Flying Object" is, at root I suspect, only that coward's concept... allowing—surreptitiously and fallaciously, reader—for human singularity in the vast universe... and "plausible deniability" of the ufological... in one swell foop!

• Solid *objects* decidedly trump an ephemeral *Phenomena*, you see? ...Can't have that!

• Consider, a "UAP" is something that does not have to be physically there at all, in the first place, and if there in the second? Well, it can be written off easily as "ball-lightning" and "sleep paralysis" with all the other birds, bursts, bolides, boosters, and balloons of an intellectual coward's cognitive dodge! Hands washed! Cognitive dissonances all accounted for!  Psychological adjustments made!

• Now, a UFO, as an OBJECT, on the other hand, suggests something may actually be there (the *other*!), and that idea must be discarded, with its acronym, as intellectually *scary*... psychologically aberrant and pathologically abhorrent, out of hand!  "there are no UFOs, because there CAN'T be UFOs.  Neatly tied, that.  Not.

• As a consequence of this strange cognitive dissonance not allowing for more than one frog in a pretty vast pond? Well, these already mentioned pundits faux-propitiously proclaim their strained hubris! In an unbrave scientistic (sic) wallow they become irrelevant, self-sustaining, and self-rationalizing paradigms enthralled by their own insentience.  They are busily, gleefully, and gladly prosecuting same... in abstruse extremis... to our dysfunction and defeat, right now! 

• Moreover, many of these pundits, thereby, only seem to be about providing reasons to stop looking for an *other*... and get on with their business as usual: shallow scientistic (sic) sensibilities setting themselves up as the default arbiter of precepts and observations admittedly outside their scope or pervue! Out-of-the-box Precepts and obvious observations are ignored by science even in its own gleeful admission!  Precepts and observations denied the most cursory evaluation!  WTF!

• How is an institution of science even allowed this unscientific attitude? See, scattering attention on a plethora of contrived potential *others* can be used, reader, as a device facilitating an errantly forced admission, eventually, that the *other* must not exist at all, perhaps, producing opportunity for continued denial and even dismissal of same. I suspect this is the case.

• Verily, after one eliminates the demons and angels... the gnomes, faeries, and trolls... the water-nixies, affrites, outré-terrestrials and jinns... in turn wades the sucking mire of Chrono-terrestrials, Dimensio-terrestrials, Intel-terrestrials, Intra-terrestrials, and inter-terrestrials... why... is there any investigative moxie remotely left for crypto-terrestrials and Extra-terrestrials? Does the reader see this Meme death by purposed diffusion?  There are no UFOs because there are no demons and angels... gnomes, faeries, and trolls...  water-nixies, affrites, outré-terrestrials and jinns... Chrono-terrestrials, Dimensio-terrestrials, Intel-terrestrials, Intra-terrestrials, and Inter-terrestrials...  That's science?

• I submit that this Meme diffusion is just a more current flavor of "klasskurtxianism," merely—every bit a misdirecting acquiescence to the "open-minded" side of the aisle (so to speak)—and a loss leader, reader... ...a pretense that the "end of ufological denial"—and other iterated cognitive dis-associations too assiduously prosecuted by these self-same pundits—are taken into account!  They are not.  They.  Are.  Not!

• No, these retreat to a niggard's institutional defilade if their heavens start to fall... and fall their heavens must. Our future is pinned to it!

• Columbus was a lie. Still waffling on the existence of the *other* is a lie too, and resented just as much.

• The *other* remains, whatever its provenance, genesis, Gnosis, or manifestation—or however these are argued and discarded and then argued again. This "other" is in no way obviated or dissolved with contrived and interpretive distractions regarding class driven speculations on how it interprets its own existence in what is very naively—and with zero practical experience—called the "real world." It exists, I suspect, apart from all that, a truth in a cowardly fog we continue to unbravely produce, ourselves.

Read on.

VIDEOS

"Shoot Them Down"! --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bKSv39vP-4

Quadrature --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUsibuRcXpc

Wendy's Song --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6yc-HTSucE

Rudiak Rides Again --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-lIhWUEeXI

HyperSpace --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgp1EBoNDik

Taken --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQBxioqtHCA

Always Searching --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrUY1QWZfCU

SkyLights --

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SWg6OCWyoig

...Something Better Than Bitter...

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...That chance to touch the beautiful—perhaps brush it with your lips ... it's the august of all passions— an agape all would wish. That I might even kiss it—though it's reach beyond my grasp—instills in me that hope perceived, discounting protests gasped!
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...See, then I'm less than bitter! Song leavens stony hearts... Still, you can PROVOKE me, friend, and I'll take you quite apart! ...And YES, I will be charmless as I slap your smirking face; as I see it you’re the problem, frankly ... a discredit to the place.
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You make it hard to love you where your ethics are despised, where hypocrites, abounding, thumping— "bibles"—ooze and slide.  Where psychopaths among you teach the least of us their fear and then cobble legislation—they've contrived—as profiteers.
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...Too, I wouldn't change a wit nor hair you'd gladly change on me. I'd not restrict your freedoms judging what you would, or be.  ...But, you take that as a licence to impose your sullen will, assassinate intelligence, and intrude psychotic filth!
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Defending to a sullen death your right to be a fink, it's when I'm made against "the law," you'd try that tack, I think. Then everything is YOUR way—with "Jesus" in our schools. The schools rebuilt to prisons, and we live the *golden* rule. And not that smarmy bromide re: the "doing unto others", but it's "he who has the gold who rules," is where you are, I gather.
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... For that chance to touch the beauty I'd be blinded by its light; it just might be the face of God! I suspect this is our right. ...And blowing off "you can't do that" from persons tacking right—they prosecute their bitterness—I'll pay that price, all right?
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For, light there is aplenty when I see who earns their shame—when I cop to the perception who must lose so they can gain. And the LIES to keep it going so that we won't see the truth: that jealous lords contrive stern rules, but remain from them, aloof.
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There's more than Clinton's penis to the fabric of our lives. There is more that could engage us, and there's less we should despise.
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The skies are filled with "glowing lights"! They travel inner space! Some just might be people, but their provenance—what's their place? It just may be they're not from here, but we don't look—they disappear; made ashamed to ask good questions, so ridiculed, we make "retractions":
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"No one's going to laugh at me"! Unlike John Ford? You would be "free"...
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And that's the secret: lacking courage! Right or wrong protecting coinage; like, dumping on those far from here your toxic wastes... without a tear!
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Resent it when you're finally told? The message is then killed/controlled. All your shame is drained from you and splashed on those who cannot choose.
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The market losing chunks of value? Lost some savings, can't eat cashews? Someone has it, rest assured, it's stolen "fair and square," I've heard!
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The market "burps" and loses "value"? Someone wins... they've sold YOU out, though...
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A "secret service" selling crack ... to school kids yet without the knack for knowing when they're sacrificed... on Corporate alters... "price is right"!
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...Yeah, Ollie North could lie straight faced and earn my rage—profound distaste—that, welling up with righteous bile—the thousands that he harmed, defiled—he gave the 'right' their ammunition, "welfare cheats"—they had their mission. "Let them all decay—attrition!" Would that I could force contrition!!

Yet, I will be touching beauty... I've discovered in the fight! I revel in revealing what the truth shows with its light!
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...And as bitter as I'm made to feel or as angry as I get, I'm happy that I'm blessed to find what's real precludes all threat!  So you can call me "woo-woo" and pretend I need a net; I'm not the one who's lying to himself, friend; you can bet!
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I'm not the one regressing to the dankness of my cave. I'm not the one with unshod feet, mere chattel or a slave.  I'm not the one with bigotries and happy others keep their knees... so I can pray to concrete gods who do my bidding, on my nod!
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I am the one who's had enough! I'll spit right in your eye! Most send me their protection, friend; I soar or glide and fly! You rasp I have no humor, or that bitterness derides whatever makes my message give you lesions, welts, or hives.
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No, some read read my songs for pleasure, some say they sing of love. Some say they are inspired by example, churlish one.
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Some say that I have courage, that I write the way it is—Like Robert Crumb (cartoonist?), but I draw in words most miss.
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Some say that they laugh with me—blowing good beer through their nose—some touch and share their own songs or their haiku or their prose. One said he hopes his kid grows up to hear my kind of sound—so, dismissed as paranoiac? That dog won't hunt, I've found.

• alienview@roadrunner.com
• www.AlienView.net

...Restore John Ford!