Sunday, October 30, 2005

...Pop Tops...


It caused a huge deliberation of the watchers in their ships, and many years were spent in observation. It wasn't bullets that they questioned, they had figured that *obsession*. It was linked to a consumable; it was a food association!

A twisted shard of metal. A razor blade. A smiling face. It cut the toes, and tongue, and windpipes of many millions. Consider that with fear... Take a moment and you hear... the labored breathing of a planet, frankly, cursed by all her billions!

Place these "razors" end to end... they're to the moon—it ain't pretend! They were flicked, and tossed to shimmer in the sun. The disease that they would cause... was a resource draining dodge; it made a few too rich for dreams... but put our watchers on the run.

There were many died directly as they sucked it in their lungs! A few contrived to use it as a weapon! We were slow to learn the *lesson*; "exhausting stocks before confessing", that it should have stopped immediately! It never had to happen!

The *bunkie* sneers inanely from convenient comfy spots that "there's folks who choke on buttons every year...". "Give up buttons?" sneered rebuttal, their straw-man that unsubtle... Like razor blades for buttons isn't stupid, trite, and queer!

Jimmy Buffet knows the *import* of this twisted slash of metal that you keep beneath your notice, outside thought. He missed his Latin cutie... And she was a raving beauty... Consider—Jimmy cut his foot up … on a pop-top!

Now who would care a flying fig ... to trifle on a drink can? ...It's amazing you should really have to ask! In itself it's bad enough, life and death-like kind of stuff—but component to a thousand crueler facts.

It's the watchers, though, who matter and they write what should be written. It is someday we'll be reading what was writ. There is little we've accomplished, there is much where we're admonished! Though, it's not all built on sorrow, but what goes along with it.



There's something to us or they wouldn't have stayed around for the last 2000 years we know about...

I think everybody over the age of 30 has a pop top story illustrating just how nasty those stealthy little razor blades were. The thing is, they were with us much longer than they needed to be.
Why?

Well—nothing personal, you understand... ...it was just businessinventory had to be exhausted, investments had to be protected... comfort had to be assured... ...How much better did you live, profit taker, causing discomfort, misery, and death to many millions! People are still cutting their feet on the damned things, reader.

I have to sneer ... the Republicans once wanted to pay off the national debt, before GWB, and after the Repugnican-lite administration of Clinton... ...when the budget was close to being balanced? Hey Zeus! We were running a freaking surplus!

The rich were getting richer, and the poor... ...were getting richer! The middle class was expanding for the first time since Reagan...

...All that's left at the end of 2005? The criminally irrational and sociopathic hijackers of the aforementioned "party of the right" by christo-pathic zombie-Nazis... ...as ignorant as they are gullible and as authoritarian as they are fascistic. All that's left is to watch the money trickle up to a new ruling class (God's own), the destruction of the middle class, and the cutthroat competition of the growing lower class. A class without rights, entitlements, protections, respect, healthcare, or even class itself. Wouldn't any watcher be revolted?

New Deal? Gone. Hope for universal health care? Gone. Bill of rights? Gone. Constitutions and rule of law? Gone. Respect for the individual? Gone? Gone. If we do this to our own, what would we pretend not to do to... a conjectured them... out *there*.

...Which may explain why we're still down here...

Years ago, the stock of pop-tops on soda and beer cans had to be exhausted before it was publicized how dangerous they were. Additionally, a huge volume of blood products had to be exhausted before it could be released to a *trusting* public... ...that these products carried a blood borne disease needlessly killing Ryan White and thousands of other innocent persons... Why, we let AIDS cover the world as long as we thought it was only killing drug users and homosexuals... Would a watcher be revolted? We would be...

Foolish humans... ...we were the "homosexuals and drug-users" as it turned out... ...so got infected with AIDS ourselves. A needless world scourge we provided for our own quality of life...

Foolish arrogance and boundless stupidity buttressed by an inexplicable hubris with regard to those things does not serve us in any productive way, reader... we better learn that less is more pretty soon, I suspect.

We'll be left with "less" soon enough... forgetting our behavior keeps the saucers back, apart from a future's expansive legacy, and at the whim of entirely human sociopaths without a particle of respect for those they have sworn to serve.

Sincerely, if I was a *watcher*? I'd hide from us too!

Read on...

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

...On Sex...


Guess what I might speak about! A ~primal~ motivator. An itch, best scratch it now; don't put it off 'til later. This itch, reviled, sells mere soap on lathered demonstrators. This itch, ~well~ scratched prevents disease! It's the ~best~ inoculator.
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A component of the *ships* that hover just beyond our sight, it's hard to cop to pleasure that our minds provoke in spite... This "bottom line imperative" is DNA's big fight. It seems an "O" is *interesting*, efficacious, and all right!
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Every *item* of it, every sharp smell, ~every~ smidgen—is linked to what is powerful and a healing that's forbidden! It's a lie to think it evil as this makes you out their pigeon! Frequency's a good thing, and that's an honest straight up given!
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Now practice it with whom! This is where it's getting hard. This ~is~ the kind of *practice* that must be done with some regard. To start: it's your ~self~ that's the best kind of *bard*... No disease, no mistrust, no unkind dis-regard.
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Get together and boogie, but do it at peril! Without a *commitment* you'll only get puerile. People get mean, only ~kindness~ goes sterile, and Kids are produced who are ~doomed~ to go feral.
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Feelings get hurt and there are tears in sad eyes. Other's are ~dismissed~, and feel they should die. Too little glad laughter—too easy to cry. There is more to this *process* than most ~want~ to try.
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Still, kept to yourself no dues for the paying... There is only avoidance... of physical decaying. Folks could once do it... as a way to be praying! Left in those times? I'd be hard pressed not staying.
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The onus on process's last century's invention! Since then's what is sensible's been lost in detention. And all of this based on a few inches extension into wells of fertility—a most healthy ascension!
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It's a shame that it's used on us to sell mere detergent! Our nads and our brains are then crafted convergent! Having found this all out, we could sure be ~insurgent~, and our questions on process informed, and concurrent!
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As regards sexual process, perhaps you have read where Neanderthal Man has had his DNA analyzed—and surprise, surprise . . . he's _not_ family (US News & World Report—July 21, 1997)!

Now, if it is more true that: "they were a separate line that died off without interbreeding with humans," isn't it also more true, then, that proof exists, extant, establishing two unrelated hominid intelligences evolving on the same planet?

What? Yes!

Put this together with more varieties of sapient hominids (other thinking beings, not us) Bonobo Chimps, Cetaceans (Whales and Dolphins), and even some Octopi...? Why, one discovers that there is a huge generation of intelligence right here on our own planet!

What remains is the whole of a near infinite multi-verse...

Verily, good reader, if two (or more) kinds of *human* sentience can occur on the ~same~ planet ... Well, I shouldn't have to draw a picture!  Sentience must well ~litter~ the whole of that aforementioned observed and unobserved multi-verse.

The antithesis, that we are unique in the heavens, is just, and I understate... ...ludicrous!

On sex? Well, it's Precambrian... it is tens of hundreds of thousands of millions of years old. It's not funny the way a million year old forest is not funny. It's not *bad*, we only make it so, and have only ~lately~ made that determination. It is not *evil* the way a rising and setting sun is not evil. We only ignorantly, complacently, and conveniently impose that destructive appellation upon it. It is only dangerous because our ongoing predilection for ignorance in its regard has made it so. We are the authors of our own misery, disease, and angst in its regard.

This is a bad choice of attitude from a plethora of choices in attitude. We could do better.

It does not have to be the way it is. The healthy practice of it is a combat multiplier as it pertains to proper healthful maintenance of the body carrying our very consciousness around. Unfettered Education is the vehicle of the aforementioned healthy practice. "Don't" is ~not~ an intelligent option...

For my part, I am sure that in some gestalt enlightened time there will be statues erected ( no pun intended) to one of the true heroes of the late 20th century: Dr. Jocelyn Elders.

Asked by some juice-sucking, button pushing, and neoconic faux-journalist ass-wipe late last century if Dr. Elders advocated "teaching masturbation to children in state sponsored sex education classes," she replied...

"No dear, we don't have to teach children about masturbation—they already know about that..."

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Ink And Stone... ...PART IV

We've traveled far across scant time and heard its whisperchilly rhymethat something odd was in our skies to fill our hearts and heads and eyes... 
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...But we dismissed these observations, written words, these protestations... ...that weird machines might fly imbued with what, today, we'd find in view.
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Saucers make themselves well known, in lithograph or carved in bone. Carved into the walls of tombs, these words transcend the churlish goons who lean on *science*much malignedto prop their facile  paradigms. Though, I digress; we should go on... ...our fate's approaching fast and strong...
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Our century, then, begins at last with what was one TREMENDOUS blast, and sending shock waves harsh and dire ... Tunguska was, then, set afire. A thousand acres of it burned, wildlife slaughteredmen would learnand it was years before they saw the devastation of it all!
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The trees were pushed aside like matchsticks, mashed down, flattened... a winged matrix ... an instant of our century's time to sew raw wonder in our minds...
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The life that has returned... is *changed*... and not so subtly rearranged... this is stuff not talked about, you "see" it once then do without. Strange mutations come from space (?) to interact with Earth life, Ace!  So, ARE we not—we alleffected ... over time to change, affected? Forget it may have been a spacecraft, blowing up before its impactradiation's not ruled out, and life IS *different* there-a-bouts...
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1915 comes around; World War II distorts and pounds, and from the British comes a tale of what's beyond the common pale.
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...Gaining ground in mass attack, they'd take hill sixtyit was nextbut on that hill they found, instead, some clouds some say were filled with dread! Shaped like lenses, they're described, lenticular (in smoke they hide); the battle stops and jaws gape open, butcannon fodder's orders spoken, eighty tens must march that day for if they balked their lives they'd pay! Twenty men would watch these soldiers march upon their *hill* as ordered... ...these were never seen again; just simply GONE! 800 men! No trace of them was EVER founda mystery, and MOST profound?
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...Two years later we would see what thousands saw, said set them "free," and made them make interpretations made out, now, as weird assertions! Tens of thousands gather in... for worship, service ... Christian hymns, and seen descending from the sky, and flying patterns bright and high ... a saucer skims and darts about to ooo's and ahhh's and startled shouts!
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"Angels flew" Fatima said, a town in Portugal, we have read. And just above their upturned faces, the craft "flew down" and "hovered," haste-less ... lifting (then) to "pierce the sky," and disappearing from their eyes. Discounted as religious fervor, thousands saw, from kings to servers, what they all would, then, so describe ... a silver craft... ...that day... ...DID fly!
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The closer that we get to *us* becomes the fog of those unjust, and we can't trust a record, plainly, so beat up ... so abused insanely ... so consoled by soothing *stalls* who act informed ... professional. Their expressions (smooth, licentious!) are misdirecting ones attentions from a slight of hand they've used ... to keep us from "the real *news*."
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Sightings, now, are thick and heavy, had a few myself, and lately. This is not a fantasy. This isin factreality! From the 40s fog begins as we pursue atomic *friends,* and their interest there is plain. The UFO's would come again ... wreaking havoc on our bases, shutting down our missiles! Gracious!
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1942Los Angeles, photographed, quite simply fabulous! Collins writes the strange account that throws your mind and heart about. Shelled from shore by worried guns, the "Japs" were flying over them ... an airship filled the summer skies
was non-effected if despised...
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See, *it* took the fury from our soldiers, then flew away to join with others! I've wondered how it might have gone if Steven Speilberg, later on, had made his movie (of this period) not played for laughs, and been more serious. Belushi was a comic foil unsuited to this kind of toil
bet it would have made more money ... UFO's are just NOT funny.
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...The closer that we get in time the more confused the facts are, Clyde.
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Facts...?
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...Mushy data used to make convenient cases for some *fakes*. Most of which is fake, I've heard, but some of it is real, sure. So, I'm not fooled by plain derision, effected by their misdirection, and I know it must be wrong... to act, at all, like we're alone...
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If *they* are *there,* as you allow, then they are *here* ... you shallow-brow!
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Look upon OUR feeble strides and see potentials *they've* contrived! Evidence abounds for free; the folks I trust who stand with me, a living breathing history
plus the stuff I've plainly seen!
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We're awash in innuendo, half truths, lies... yet, we pretend so! We pretend that we're alone. We IGNORE our ink and stone. We pretend it's all a fake for feeble minds and sure mistakes... ...but something's written from the pastbeseeches us to grab hold fast, and listen for what can't be pressured, weighed, assessed, or even measured.
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We are not, have never been, alone as we've been taught, my friend. And real proof we're not alone sure seems to come ... from ink and stone.







Beth Vegh said...

If I may add to your list!

Forget that nearly every ancient text reveals bizarre scenes in which supernatural beings zooom across the sky. Allow me to elaborate:

Sumerians

The Annunaki came down from the sky to the earth. The sumerians revered them as gods. They performed genetic experiments on the people and the animals. They created hybrid humans (half Annunaki - half human) to rule the people, to teach them the trappings of civilization. The Annunaki gave them language, art, astronomy, music, mathematics, and law. Thus the first human civilization (to date) began, known as Sumer.

Norse


Asgard, in Norse mythology, is one of the nine worlds and the homeland of the Aesir, the race of warrior gods.

Mayan

Quetzcoatl, rose to heaven and went to the planet "Venus."

Egyptian

Upon dieing, the soul rides in a "solar boat" to the hall of judgement, somewhere in the night sky.

Greek

Elysium (lzh´m) (KEY) , in Greek religion and mythology, happy otherworld for heroes favored by the gods.

Mount Olympus, in Thessaly. A gate of clouds, kept by the goddesses named the Seasons, opened to permit the passage of the Celestials to earth, and to receive them on their return.

Hebrews

Angels ascend and descend from the planet to the sky.

Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven.

Ezekiel 1: 4
And I looked, and, behold, a whirlwind came out of the north, a great cloud, and a fire infolding itself, and a brightness was about it, and out of the midst thereof as the colour of amber, out of the midst of the fire.

1: 12 And they went every one straight forward: whither the spirit was to go, they went; and they turned not when they went.

1: 14 And the living creatures ran and returned as the appearance of a flash of lightning.

1: 15 Now as I beheld the living creatures, behold one wheel upon the earth by the living creatures, with his four faces.

1: 16 The appearance of the wheels and their work was like unto the colour of a beryl: and they four had one likeness: and their appearance and their work was as it were a wheel in the middle of a wheel.

1: 17 When they went, they went upon their four sides: and they turned not when they went.

1: 18 As for their rings, they were so high that they were dreadful; and their rings were full of eyes round about them four.

1: 19 And when the living creatures went, the wheels went by them: and when the living creatures were lifted up from the earth, the wheels were lifted up.

1: 20 Whithersoever the spirit was to go, they went, thither was their spirit to go; and the wheels were lifted up over against them: for the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels.

1: 21 When those went, these went; and when those stood, these stood; and when those were lifted up from the earth, the wheels were lifted up over against them: for the spirit of the living creature was in the wheels.

1: 22 And the likeness of the firmament upon the heads of the living creature was as the colour of the terrible crystal, stretched forth over their heads above.

1: 24 And when they went, I heard the noise of their wings, like the noise of great waters, as the voice of the Almighty, the voice of speech, as the noise of an host: when they stood, they let down their wings.

Chinese

When the ruler's work is well done and his time has come, the Ch'i-lin arrives to bear his soul to Heaven. (heaven = sky/outer space)

India

The moon god, descended to earth and impregnated the daughter of a priest.

In the Vedas, our world is one of countless Mt. Sumeru worlds. The higher heavens preside over increasingly huge numbers of Mt. Sumeru worlds. In this system, our Mt. Sumeru world is known as the Saha World, which means "The world of endurance" because there is so much suffering which must be endured by the sentient beings who live here undergoing samsara, the constant cycle of birth and death.

Akkadian

An envoy from Anu arrives and takes Adapa to heaven. Later, he brings him back to earth.

Australian Aborigines

When they reached the edge of the coolabah plain they saw their mate on the other side, by the river. They called to him to stop, but he heeded them not; on he went until he reached a huge yaraan, or white gum tree, beneath which he fell to the ground. As he lay there dead they saw beside him a black figure with two huge fiery eyes. This figure raised him into the tree and dropped him into its hollow centre.

While still speeding across the plain they heard such a terrific burst of thunder that they fell startled to the ground. When they raised themselves they gazed wonderingly toward the giant gum-tree. They saw it being lifted from the earth and passing through the air toward the southern sky. They could not see their lost mate, but fiery eyes gleamed from the tree.

On went the Spirit Tree, and after it flew the Mooyi, shrieking loudly to it to stop, so that they might reach their roosting place in it.

At last the tree planted itself near the Warrambool, or Milky Way, which leads to where the sky gods live

To this day to the tribes of this part, the Southern Cross is known as Yaraan-doo, the place of the white gum-tree.

Native American

Do not return to your village. Forget your own people. Come with me now to the sky, to the land of the Star People.'

For a long time Morning Star and Feather Woman lived happily together in the Star Country. When their son, Star Boy was born, their happiness was complete.

Homesickness eventually overcame her and she longed to return. She was sent back down.

It was evening and the Indians sat by their tipis, resting after their day's work. Suddenly a boy pointed upwards. 'Look!' he cried. 'A shooting star!'and the people saw a bright light descending from the sky.

They ran to where it fell and there they found Feather Woman and her son, wrapped in the white buffalo robe. They recognized her as the girl who, long ago, had gone to gather firewood and had never returned, and they led her back to her father's tipi.

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Long, long ago, when the world was young, the People of the Sky were so restless and travelled so much that they made trails in the heavens. Now, if we watch the sky all through the night, we can see which way they go.

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If you're thinking "Eh, just myths," then how is it they all came to similar conclusions on opposite sides of the globe, nearly simultaneously and without the benefit of mass communication, jet airplanes, ocean liners, or library systems?

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Ink And Stone... ...PART III


UFO's are ink and stone to demonstrate we're not alone, and in a record written plain, we see continued this refrain. Something's seen in Earthly skies that won't be seen by those despised?   Those with heels in our necks who keep us unaware—perplexed.  Those who'd keep their cat-bird places from which they spit in upturned faces...

Those who have the facts, they know, would open DOORS through which we'd go; those who know a piece of truth and put it in their vests, aloof, smirking over ill got gain that they'd produced and would maintain.



We don't hear this in our schools, but from a fringe these played for fools! None the less ... it is the record, writ by those who are detected ... in a search of ALL the data pertinent to futures fated!



So we'll continue *marching* time and listing dates in soulful rhyme. Come along, the ride is thrilling, awe inspiring, a little chilling ... perhaps it's also (likely) truth ... that we could put to gainful use?

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The eighteenth century saw its end, and UFO's were seen again. French police were vexed with sightingsthey could not explain—they're frightened! "A large red globe" is testifieda dozen people saw it fly!


...And landing in a crowd of peeps, a man steps out to talk ... and SPEAKS! Police Inspector Jan Lebeuf could make no sense of it—you know? He scratched the fleas tormenting him and wondered. "What the hell is all this, then?!


The globe *explodes*, to add confusion—spacemen disappear ... illusion? We can't know what those folks saw, but plainly, they were struck with awe!


ThenCaptain Banner captained ships. Steady, he was good with it...


Late one night there is a panic! Sailors kick a fuss and racket! Pointing fingers, gaping eyes, across the water *something* flies!!! A "maze of circles," curving shafts, circular in form—it's DAFT!


Was it cloud or *manmade* object? What nation flew (?) though not the subject... It came up hard "against the wind," and very nicely "settled in."


They saw it, plain, for a half an hour; the captain, serious and dour—wrote it down within his log the like of which wakes up your dog!!  1870 was the year; the future's quickly drawing near...


The term itself of flying "saucer"—provided by a Texan farmer ... watching one, described it so. It flew above his farm, we've known. Ten times seven years would pass before Ken Arnold watched aghast, and looking for a plane in trouble saw them once again ... their double.


"Skipping saucers on a [wetland]"? Words he *coined* ...were coined beforehand! "Flying Saucers (?)"—an invention by the press with tongue in cheek, then.


...Still, and all, these men describe what they have SEEN in words denied! It is NOT a silly dream, this written gift of what they've seen.


The Persian Gulf in 1880 (?)—British steamships *steam* it *greatly*! Written in the Patna's Record, Captain Avern logs his reference. "[Glowing wheels, building sized, hovered with my ship]"he writes! "[Vivid spokes of glaring light reached out to touch my ship that night]"! The wheels spun for twenty minutes. Mr. Manning was a witness. Mr. Brace was there to SEE the wonder of what this could be!


So it was, in legal writing, from a captain badly frightened. So it was with loyal mates so qualifying future fate... ...They wrote down what we would read... to drag our OWN conclusions free!


Photographed (?) at Zacatecas, 1883—prestigious! Joe Bonilla sighted several—several HUNDRED—flying level! Flying fast across the sun these glinting disks were on a run! Seen again ANOTHER day? A FLAP it was I'd have to say. But photographed? It's new to me. I don't remember it, you see. If photographed would someone share? Let's see it, please, if you can dare.

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We must pause and end the show of mysteries that move and glow. More is coming on the heels of your delighted shrieks and squeals!


Ain't it wondrous? Ain't it grand? This *kingdom* ... now so near at hand? ...A kingdom made to suit some one who sets it up and makes it run?


And not Jehovah, Emanuel, or Gods and impsthe usual. But YOU, dear reader, testing *faith*! That MAKES it happen—sets the pace!


If you think it, then it's real. That's truer than we know, some feel. If you wish it, it can happen? What prevents it?


...YOUR distraction!


We have records spanning time, and filled with wonder, shock, and rhyme. You don't hear it, but it's there, and won't be heard unless you dare.




PART IV

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Ink And Stone... ...PART II

UFO's are history. They're non-admission's misery... ...as *airships* span the mists of time that I would paint with words in rhyme. Our dissonance, transparent—plain, confounds the issue that remains ... that we are NOT alone at last, in present time OR in the past!

Written down, but then ignored, it didn't *square* and was deplored. Folk from space might do to US what *we* have done? We're scared! Nonplussed!

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he *plans* of some would be derailed if we but copped to where we've failed? There can be no honest freedom if there is privilege there to bleed 'em. Privilege means the "private law," and that's against the rule of law. See, we err hugely to pretend that man's above the law, my friend.

We have closed our misled minds to what has filled our ancient eyes—visions of a cosmic texture far beyond all droll conjecture. What follows is the record
written!—words THEY used as they were smitten with a wonder they beheld ... without its like or parallel?


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Matthew writes, as we begin, of "stars like torches" (bright and dim) that move around the sky with purpose. He wrote it down. They made him... nervous.

"The air was clear, serene, and shining." Lights within it coasted — blinding!

He described in words he knew—what flew that day... ...was strange and new!

A few years later, about 1250, Matthew writes again—it's gifted. A ship appears, "well shaped" he wrote, in colors that would catch the throat. It floated in the night time sky; the monks all saw—it CAUGHT their eye!

William writes at century's end, a "discus" thrown by "giant men" would fly across his abbey's spire, flashing silver—fear inspired. "Utmost terror" was described; "flat and round," it ruled the sky!

Honest William—just like us, but buried back in timeless dust?  Did he see what some have seen, beyond the need or call for dreams?

Robert writes, as time goes on, of "fire pillars" flying 'round! "...Livid color..." painting clouds — a "pillar" lofting ... grand and proud ...

Crimson flames did issue forth, and flashing beams like "swords," it coursed. It crossed the heavens "slow and grave", and North it flew like skies were paved?

Now, what then "soared" at speeds like that? He swore it truth—and that was that!

"In fourteen hundred and ninety-two Columbus sails" his "ocean blue". We're not told that he's a skunk; if greed was beer than he was drunk. If avarice was not his suit than Jesus NEVER told the truth...

...But he was seeing pulsing lights—"at great distance", "glimmering," bright! They'd vanish and then reappear—"move up and down"; it WAS quite queer...

Another witness, Pedro, deems... they'd fly in "sudden passing gleams." This from the deck of the Santa Maria, which lands in few hours to expel their excreta!

1528 comes 'round: a fight in Utrecht most profound ... a meeting with continued fate as we wade time and list strange dates?

A golden "X" invades the sky, and overhead it coasts on by. The battle stops to watch it go; some take it as a "sign", but no — it travels past without a care to humans fighting ... on ... down there.

In 1554 in France, at night without a moon to dance, "emitting [some] great noise it seems." A "sky-born lance" that flew was seen! It flopped around from side to side; it cast out flames in truth they cried! From East to West—traversing stars, a meteor (?), or men from Mars?

Evelyn was writing, see (?), (in sixteen hundred and forty-three) that Englishmen were NOT immune from "sightings" we cannot impugn.

"[I'll] not forget," he writes in awe, "[what men perceived and women saw] -- a "shining cloud was in the air," and "like a sword" it hovered there. "[It pointed North for all to see, and brighter than the moon would be...]". It floated there, two hours long, then vanished as he wrote its song.

An English *Fellow* walked his park in idle contemplation, hark! The middle 18th century, a time when most would scar their knees ... Some *construction* cleared his roof and rose into the sky, aloof.

Lofting over trees so grandly, north by east above his lowlands. In view, for but a half a mile — he saw its "framework" all the while... ...and watched it burn a bright light flame that bent the way a "curl" is named. This thing was big, four fingers long; he gaped in awe; it flew along.

It burned a bit like "blown on charcoal", then disappeared within the dark-fall.

In the *States* about this time, the Natives told us cosmic rhymes—about a *star folk* coming down and landing on the Earth! Profound!

Not like men, they glowed with light and married into what they might. They found the earthly women fair, and mixed their blood with them—it's there. They'd machines that they would use to move from up above, foot loose!

Who's to say what happened where. Don't write it off as myth! Beware!
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It's time to stop... ...with more to tell. We'll save it for another spell...

But don't pretend you KNOW the truth. Don't trust the "man" to fix this *roof*. The lights we see were always seen. This isn't legend, myth, or dream! We just choose to look away from what our record has to say!

They've been here, we're not alone; it just may BE this ain't our home... That we're mere tenants, at the whim, of those who came here—way back when?



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


There's nothing real that can even be debunked... ...nothing but our facilitated lack of aggregate consciousness, and well tended
cognitive dissonance. This is despite any rabid misdirection provided to a readership by locked-stepped juice-suckers... ...at my use of a language that is the just another box of paint to me, communicates what is meant to be communicated, and does it at a 99.9 degree of efficiency and efficacy.

Forgetting that my language and style is adequate enough when it's in their service it is my unswerving opposition to their baseless
hubris and flawed anthropomorphism causing their gripes and hurt pouties presently...
The emphasis and intensity of this misdirecting and obsessive coterie regarding said use... ...says more about that coterie than about me, is my suspicion. I'm sincere, and I suspect that the aforementioned are not.

I'll make the occasional even frequent error.  I endeavor not to repeat them, eh? Get over it. I do.



Besides ... style and grammar is not really what we're talking about is it? This gets hard to remember in a heady (but empty) atmosphere of crossed t's, dotted i's, and proper contractions, I know, but you err and err hugely to trifle me there... constipated klasskurtzians, portentous pelicanists, and insipid CSICOPians.

...I reject you; I abhor you; I even loath you... I'll swing as you raise your head and feel strongly that I'm performing a service of best practice. Sincerity always trumps a sneer. Sneer, then, at your peril.

...And if I may break in here a moment to remind everyone that skeptics are not the issue, are in comparison persons to be revered above all others, and are welcome company ... honored team members... boon companions... ...the most interesting of us, the most knowledgeable of us, and the ones to instruct us the most! Skeptics by their very definition do not have their minds rigidly locked up. They are not to be confused with scurrilous skepti-bunkies, ponderous pelicanists, and insipient CSICOPians, the antagonists otherwise regarded, and those beneath my personal concern, consideration, and contempt ... I know skeptics... skeptics are friends of mine... those reviled in this essay are not skeptics...

...And y'all can just step the "f " off, with my thanks.
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Monday, October 10, 2005

Ink And Stone

I don't "believe" in UFO's, and I'm not splitting hairs, but *something* haunts the skies above, and shames us well down here.

And not just now, but way back *when*... when flight was just a dream. Yes, well before the pyramids that began it all, it seems...

...Back before we sailed our seas we prayed to brutal gods—gods as thick as errant fleas who gave their *needed* nod. Back before... when just a few, we wandered plains in bands askew, and we were almost innocent then... ...an uncorrupted kith and kin.

Back before we wrote in books? We scratched cave walls with paint and soot, and we recorded saucers, flying —scaring the observers spying!— pulsing inner lights in waves that we, then, chipped in stone, OK?

Kings of fearful ancient times would see them hover there, and scurry to their *high* priests, their witchdoctors, and sayers.

Pharos of old Egypt ran, but raised up armies who would stand in fearful awe of flying craft which, silent —days long!— flew on passed! They could, even, smell strange odors — acrid smelling alien motors!

This was taken down —though hidden— by a man of some *religion*, though the papyrus is real and good translation's solid seal. I say this and forget the Bible—how all its stories make it libel as a record of abduction, UFO's and piqued destruction!

...Consider Alexander as he strides his *conquered* planet, as he crosses raging rivers to secure some grip upon it. His elephants and horses and, yes, most of all his men were panicked by two UFO's that dove upon them, friend! These drove them from their crossing —why?— these craft that sailed air; they flew like massive birds of prey who owned the sky up there!


Described as silver shields spitting fire to the ground, they danced and burned and threatened, but they did not make a sound.  Squealing like Ned Beatty, and (yes!) scared beyond his wits, Alexander *wrote* it down, perforce, so we'd remember it!

...And sober (pre-Christ) Romans were observers, then, as well. Of skies, well nigh, INFESTED are the tales they would tell. Spectacles of "fleets of ships" would course through troubled skies, they'd wrote it down as point of fact, and not as *charming* lies.


They would HEAR terrific noises, and the "sky would turn to gold"! Men and women trembled like they all had gotten cold! Globes of fire fell to Earth and landed on the ground!! Taking off, they'd go straight up and flash their lights around. Described as brighter than the sun, these terrified plain folks —who'd run!— to hapless priests or scared officials! They'd write it down, and sign initials. Pliny wrote of burning shields that danced across his eye annealed!

Others wrote of missiles, then, which cleaved and soared their skies, good friend!

The birth of Christ won't "cure the air" of errant flying craft, no Sir. Josephus wrote of phantom ships, and no one thinks he's daft. He's pips! Respected as a scholar, and revered as circumspect, he wrote of flying chariots, and of beings WITHIN them yet! He wrote of armies of them that would course their way through clouds! He wrote "surrounded cities" so there really is no doubt. He wrote that all this happened in fullest light of day
he wrote of frightened peoples who went down on knees to pray!

This wasn't science fiction, but was well beyond his scope. He wrote it as he saw it. All agree that he's no dope!

The Byzantine were not immune to unknown *flying* craft, of course: they wrote of ships called brilliant, more like "burning globes"—it's sourced! These hovered over cities (!), and presented beam-like swords 
(!); folks looked up and cringed in fear for judgement from those lords! 

Nobles watched the pagans as the dark age was to end, and reddish brown in color flying saucers flew again! They hovered over churches, and they scared the people blind who ran in "bugged" confusion from their castles if inside. They had never seen the like! They cowered in their awe! They survived and wrote it down. It sticks, now (!), in our craw!

...And what is seminal history, but Saint Gregory of Tours who reported on one Alcuin, a biographer of stars. Charlemagne's assaulted by a light-fast glowing globe! It flickers inexplicably like a psychedelic strobe! It's so damned strange it spooks his horse, which rears in the attack! Charlemagne, in armor, is then thrown right off its back! This injures him severely; he's dead in four more years, and kingdoms fall to ruin as the Vikings bring their cheer...

The Japanese saw their fair share and so shall not be excluded. Yoritsumi saw his "flying lights" and so here will be included. Yoritsumi was a general with his army in the field, saw the saucers looping circles in the sky like hurled shields. They swung all night to morning light and then some hours still, so he, then, asked his *wise* men... who would shuck their jive and shill,

"Be unconcerned, most gracious lord. Let smiles adjourn your frown — it's a typhoon, heaving mightily, to blow the stars around."

This takes us from — "way back" BC . . . to about the thirteenth century! There's more to say another day —eight hundred years of saucers— hey!

Forgetting tablets Sitchin translates, UFO's remain debated. History's a smoking gun that people did not write for *fun*. It was, then, too damned expensive; they only wrote what *common sense* was!

Written in the words they had in concepts they could understand, they wrote that we are not alone. They wrote that down in ink and stone!


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No. I don't believe in UFO's. I believe UFO's. The difference is NOT that subtle. And what is there not to believe? Sincerely, I believe in UFOs the way I believe an apple falls from a tree. The simile is also unsubtle...

Seriously — UFOs crawl all over the written record, and yet collectively we continue to laugh inappropriately up billowing sleeves... who are we fooling?

Why laugh up our damp sleeves about that which is more real than government, which is, itself, a complete prevarication?

Because we can't let it disturb our future plans? Rofl!

Future plans...Filthy rags to he who is most high and known only as "I am who I am"... filthy rags anyway... right? These aforementioned investors are to discover, I suspect, that the only "investment" one should have ever been concerned in making was the investiture required in loving the people around them as themselves... ...certainly not as a function of some coercive church or manipulating dogma or punishing code... but what comes out of every individual when they have the minimal expectation of having their good will remotely appreciated.

Individuality, then. That's the key to the kingdom at hand.

What is it but our dogmatic belief in a phony-baloney, and very likely unjust, *future* —awarded to us if we stay our *profitable* but world sodomizing course?— an unjust future which allows the shimmering scales of a court jester klasskurtxianism to be glued to our hapless public eyes in the first freakin' place?

Yeah, that's right! Phony -- baloney!

The conservative establishment smirks knowingly and continues to celebrate a conservatism that is born out of the *satisfactions* it has discovered in having *things* remain... ...just as they ARE, reader. Does everybody get that?

It doesn't matter that you can't buy a tank of gas, or heat your home. Dig? ...And I mean, it does not matter.

Further — it is an establishment that periodically finds itself needing to demonstrate some reinvention of itself as a *compassionate* party... astonishing proof of it's sociopathy!

Reader! If they are only interested in playing the game of compassion or wanting to appear compassionate... ...they are not compassionate! Follow? Is that so hard?

Moreover, that future that we hope for (and that they promise) is a red herring (for a carrot) on the end of their long stick. And even IT evaporates (as a red herring is wont to do) the moment they feel they HAVE to have another platinum fixture on the downstairs bidet of their Autumn home... nick-named "Serenity." What price their "Serenity" to you? What do you pay so these can play?

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denouement that too few are availing themselves of... ...these few are very comfortable indeed.

We are embroiled in a gigantic and pyramidal ponsi-scheme for a sociopathic minority, folks, for a dwindling piece of even the imaginary pie. Moreover, this corrosive minority believes that they will be able to insulate themselves from the very worst of what you are going to be expected to endure as a matter of course, FORGETTING they are in a position to elevate the whole of us to truly cosmic levels, is my gut feeling.

...Way cheap power, as example, has such a *problem* NOT because there is nothing to it, reader. Oh no! Rather, a huge amount of old (and new) money feels it has a lot *invested* in the early, fossil, twentieth century concepts presently employed, and which they have clear control... ...They are... ...reluctant... to switch over... and... ...oh... save the planet!

Reluctant? ...
The bastards!
Energy problems in this country could be eliminated with an incentive to generate power and supply it to a grid, presently, enslaving us, but I digress...

This group (of the, ah, uh ... ...conservatively minded [when nothing could be further from the truth!]) This group is the self-same bunch who fills the trough for our news media and mainstream science impetus... propagandistic crapulation contrived to steer us around. It is also the major proponent of a campaign to keep ufology in the under-funded-court-jester status it presently enjoys.

UFO's suggest change! This is a change that may not be compatible with the present ease of luxury and control now enjoyed by selected persons... ...persons presently disrespecting your individuality and quality of life to facilitate their own, I suspect!

How much control do you have, reader? Friend, in this day and age you, the individual, should be damned near self-sustaining. Yea and verily!

Sincerely, your roof should be supplying all your power needs and you should be getting 250 miles to the gallon of ... ...water. Your food shouldn't be trying to kill you and there should not be a plethora of institutions, agencies, and governments lining up to take squabbling turns sodomizing you.

No, most of us hang by threads.

At the complete whim of a clearly criminal arbitrary, we are song and danced by a cloying and egregiously dissembling appeal to suffocating tradition and soulless ceremony by those with neither. Real irony there folks!

These traditions of Aristotle, or these ceremonies of elitist convenience do nothing but beg the inevitable question; however, a question largely unanswered but for a smirking retort from those jealously maintaining their status quo... ...leading to your increasingly exclusionary and suicidal dead end, reader.

Somebody knows? Oh, yea and verily... Somebody knows.

UFO's are, by definition, change reader (the ultimate sedition, remember), and this change points to worlds of much more breadth and scope ... horizon-less potential and effusive expansiveness! It gets no easier to maintain a façade of normalcy for the smirking denial of these few... ...so fearlessly — ask your own questions though the answers (or the suggestions of answers) offend you, shock you, or shame you.

There is joy beyond the shame, satisfaction beyond the shock, and fellowship beyond the offense.

...And it's real.

Read on...


PART II


Saturday, October 08, 2005

...Alien Invasion Never Looked So Good...


There's always been idle talk about "them."
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Them.
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They.
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The proverbial "Man."
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Though, just who ~are~ "they"? Who or what is "them"? Who is the Man?  Does this nebulous entity even exist?
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Risking the sneering of those "bought in" around you and wondering if the unsettling concept even begins to hold water... the disconcerted reader can begin to suspect that the aforementioned concept as regards "the man..." ...must hold an ocean of water.  ...Ocean systems of water, reader.  See, this is all merely a function of which side of the bullhorn you find yourself; the side in control of same... and the other side.  The 1% (?) ... or the 99, eh?
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So no, "They" are not "aliens from space," if that's what you thought I was on about today. Uh-uh. Today I speak of the "they" that is "us"... ...I'd only be hoping for aliens from space... ...given the flip side is Dick Cheney and his psychopathic lot.
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Yes, *They* exist as sure as "intelligent designers" put spots on little green apples and then buries real news behind a tabloid dross of Runaway Brides, penis moles and whoring Secret Service Agents... Conservatively? Three of these persons in a hundredmore of your fellow citizens, reader, when under duress!—will bleed you out, dispassionately, for the laces on your shoes... that's right.
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This is the "them" of which I speak.  Truth.
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More truth? Less than one of these aforementioned three will be a woman. Much, much less than a fraction of that will be a person of color.  More Truth.  White people, it would seem, have a special proclivity for psychopathy, but I digress.
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Back at the ranch, "Ideal Society" is—and always has been—a means to protect the other 97 Human Beings from being abused, too egregiously, with regard to the self-serving activities of that terrible, even if necessary, 3%...
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Briefly in required digression, sociopathy becomes *necessary*by way of necessity—because we require an ongoing inoculation from these sociopaths or we get weak as a species... ...and it is the rare occasion—because of our prosecuted complacencies, contraryness, and inconsistencies— that the sociopath's way way is the *survival* way—the only way—a ballast-cutting "forward escape" from disaster; it is what happens after the asteroid hits, perhaps. Sorry if you're on the "ballast," but "Survival" at any cost. ...Remember when our darling Tom Cruise had to kill Tim Robbins in "War Of The Worlds"? There's heat where the rubber meets the road...
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Lately, that society accelerates AWAY from its responsibility to—at least minimally—protect its citizenry from the aforementioned, reader, even to the point of recently letting Americans rot in the sun... ...to be eaten by rats, abandoned pets, and alligators for a full week as a result of Hurricane Katrina...?
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...We're not getting our money's worth? You think?
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Did you ever believe that this would be America, reader? I'm over 60, remember. I'd endured Viet Nam and Watergate.  I'd foolishly thought we'd been made more immune to Graft, Conspiracy, Corruption, authoritarianism, and irrational war. I was wrong. I never would have predicted this. ...How bad we would let it get... It's bad...
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I'm a retired soldier and a certified school teacher who has ever only tried to be an asset to my group of fellow humans, reader. I'm no radical even as I have a mind of my own and prefer to think out of the box like any good American...
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...What I thought was a good American at any rate...
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I've a wife and family and quality friends... they deserve a better society than what is presently (and illegitimately) being served in a corporate driven administration's crony-istic insider's prosecution of creeping theocracy and blooming fascism... ...a criminal society of Democrats—and worse— prosecuted in a predatory and insensate culture... ...a culture by which innocence and decency can eventually prove fatal?
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What hides in there? We shall see, I suspect.
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Who are "they." Who are these persons, fellow human beings who blithely disrespect us so, who steal our savings, corrupt our faith, lie to our collective faces, murder our children, infect us with disease, direct us to pollute our food and air... ...even destroy our planet?
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Sadly, I'd have to say "us," ultimately... every individual who buys in, supports, and facilitates the status quo... but we're just piccolo players in the vast orchestra, reader! Who's conducting this mess? That's the issue! The short answer?
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Them...
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Well, forgetting for a moment that the insidious "THEY" are handily expressed in the persons around you... ...those who DARE to sneer at you from their dodgy castle ramparts of three parts jingo-istics, two parts reflexive ignorance and one part canted citation...? Not these so much... ...these are more to be pitied...
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Who are... ..."they"?
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Well...
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"They" are... ...the privileged arbitrary, the stealthy unelected, and far too many of the fraudulently elected.
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"They," are those who have, and having had, would keep on having... despite an aggregate detriment to the common good of those who "have not."
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"They," are in possession of information that would credit or be to the advantage of anyone who knew... ...specifically...outlining why most know not.
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"They" are the secret keepers.
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"They" are the jealous manipulators of the hijacked mainstream.
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"They" are the ardent covetous who encourage bland employees while they discourage ones who might think more critically.
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"They" are the ones with hidden agendas, duplicitous plans, and secret programs.
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"They" are the -few- willing to profit at the expense of the -many-.
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"They" are above the law, outside reasonable ethics, practice a sociopathic amorality, and hold the many enthralled... but beneath their privileged contempt...
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...Not to put too fine a point on it, eh reader?
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Folks -- As I wrote before, don't credit or enable that which disrespects you; don't reward or compensate that which fails to satisfy you. Withhold your vote, your sympathy, and your dollars. Deny it your essence, your support, and your consideration. Refuse it your concern, your regard, or your facilitation.
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Know these by the fruit they have produced:
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... A destroyed economy ... a shrinking middle class ... a degraded health care system ... a diseased environment ... a destroyed military force ... a degraded Bill of Rights ... a degraded quality of life ... Fear and loathing ... Increased Crime ... Pederasty ... Incompetent Cronyism ... laughable ballots ... the rape of our republic ... death ... torture ... unrestricted sociopathy ... tyranny ... a complete disruption of the rule of law ... the list could go on and on as you know it must...
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Know them by their fruit... distruction and degradation... ...and such is the fruit?
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Believe me, we don't really want a fraction of what they're trying to sell us, not really. We are enthralled with EVIL presently, reader... faithless, covetous, gluttonous, jealous, murderous... ...gibbering and capering evil, kind Sir and good Madam.
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Indeed -- hold "them" beneath your contempt, concern, and consideration as you would any soul killer. The soul you save will be your own.
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...Alien Invasion from beyond the stars never looked so good... you know...?
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Read on...
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www.AlienView.net
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