Or... why is Paul Kimball singled out for the vituperation I would accuse and decry elsewhere?
He's not, really... Oh, I know... unquestionably it could be argued, and abundantly too, that Mr. Kimball seems the ready focus of same, but it's not him, sincerely. How could it be? Apart from his writing? I don't know Mr. Kimball from bunny-pants.
Besides, that's the too easy explanation, the parsimonious one.
No, predictably requiring more complication? I'm just making a bald statement of fact as I see it with no supporting documentation, no citations the crafty bibliophile lusts to covet and crave... no demonstrable support... ...whatever that might mean (which won't be a whole lot).
No proof... ...in as much as closure in all things, strict adherence to *immutable* laws, and a white-male-creator-of-all-things... is only ever a *comforting* illusion we maintain among other *comforting* illusions. It's rather like we produce our own individually maintained "Matrix" to keep our big lie and personal fable well inflated. I digress...
Suffice it to say: This is merely reported as true by an onsite witness and participant. Me.
Consider... As these things are traditionally measured? Paul Kimball, forgetting he's inexorably turning into his parents, is one hell of a guy.
He's smart, articulate, engaging, educated, accomplished, and (...measured loosely from cop to barrister?) even experienced. He's "well read", "well written", "well connected", and seemingly "well liked" by the people who are close to him or agree with key aspects of his aggregate philosophy.
He's grounded and steadfast and committed to a point of view with WIDE acceptance by the mainstream. His aforementioned networking gives him a gold ticket to the centers of that which is most interesting and rewarding for many of us. He's a man to be be-knighted, surely, not besmirched, apparently...
What's my problem, then?
Could it be professional, academic, or personal envy? Is it mere jealousy, gravid and green, illustrating and illuminating a personal charter flaw nurtured for five decades and change, and springing forth, finally, like some kind of irrationality of late-term-despairing-male-menopause...?
...Though I've explored my feelings and motivations a great deal and I don't think so... Something else is at issue. I've got a pretty good handle on what it is, I think.
No... Mr. Kimball, and God bless him every one... is not the problem. He's a fine man, as it's measured, so I'd like to think we could even have dinner sometime and I wouldn't drown him in the broccoli water hoping he hated broccoli...
What he remains to be, though, is just the most visible, most effective, and most unswerving stand-in for the "aggregate problem", as I have come to perceive it to be. He is a symbol for that which I find troublesome, incongruous, worrisome, and wrong. I criticize him... ...and I have a living breathing foil for an exploration of how far, in my considered opinion, we go wrong as a society, a culture, and seemingly sentient species.
Let's just blow right passed my qualifications to pronounce on such. 'K? ... 'K.
I've the means, method, and opportunity in the first place... ...and the only qualification required for same, any more, in the second? It is to be on site and paying freight ! Forgetting that?
I'm uniquely qualified... as anyone is, really, who can put two words together on a page with regard to something they care about? ... Even Mr. Kimball. Oh, especially Mr. Kimball. It's why I swing at him...
...But apart from Mr. Kimball? I've lived on *both* sides of the ideological fence and find all sides of western ideological fence wanting... (there are more than two not so astonishingly), but Mr. Kimball's most of all.
What's wrong? Oh, I don't know... ...his gleefully uneven road-trip on the highway to hell in a shopping cart with bad wheels? This precipitates in the form of "society suicide" and "cultural constipation" brought on by the worship of a science indolently dehumanizing us... ...while bringing this planet to the tenuous edge of survivability, ignoring our birthright to the stars of inner and outer space? ...Insisting on the unreasonable hubris that a *~man~kind* is uniquely and singularly alive (alone!), essentially, in the unknown multi-verse?
...That's just to start.
See... a retired career military flyer with experience in combat, staffing, and for a time, commanding officer candidate Schools? I once believed the mainstream, that there even was a competent and even handed arbiter *mainstream* extant... ...saw my function as a protector of what was good and true on the planet, and left the service in 1992 with an intent to continue to serve that aggregate good... anything done creatively, with honor (or what's the point?) ... I was going to be a public school teacher.
I went back to school to secure a credential for same and graduated summa (I've rechecked) cum laude...
...Have you ever wondered why the riot or insurrection or revolution usually starts at the university?
Blame it, as the scurrilous will, on a dodgy leftist teacher's sensibility... but the real reason is that... ...it is at this university where you can learn about the mechanisms employed to cloud men's minds (and an input on who's employing them), the contents of primary references (who wrote them and why), and the ability to think outside the *approved* box (as continuing to think inside the *approved* box is not an appropriate activity for individuals who would aspire to an efficacious sentience... Read: aspire to liberal sensibilities. Read: Evolve! Grow!).
Which is to say... to the degree that it remains efficacious, ethical, and does no harm? No limitations, social, psychological, or otherwise. No limits...
It was in this college (the college of my own insurrection) I began to perceive, with jaw-dropping irony, the craggy cliff that conservative sensibilities seemed gleefully prepared to hurtle off of like an out of control SUV!
A small study of religion seemed to prove only how horrible we could make a current life in preparation for an indistinct *next* one...
An examination of the fruit produced by our conflicted western civilization, by my measure, for my focus, and through my filters...?...only demonstrated a need to revamp, reassess, reconstitute, review, and revision... same!
We'd been bull-shitting ourselves! Everybody knew it, too, admitted or not. Everybody! Those most rewarded... most of all!
...This is conscience, folks... not convenience. I've always done the hard jobs; there's more satisfaction in them...
A revaluation of the so called *mainstream* showed that it was anything but an inclusive view of things, balanced and grounded. No, it was, and always has been I suppose, a mechanism corrupted by elitists to homogenize and pasteurize distracted human beings without regard to their rights and individualities, their sensibilities, their growth... or the justice of fair play on a level playing field. It was anything but... and gets progressively worse as the years accelerate. I suspect this is not the way it has to be.
Paul Symbol, et sig al, fronts this *mainstream*.
Further encouraged around 1994, in this college environment, and as a result a chance presentation between classes about UFOs (given by Robert Hastings) I began to get even more of a sense of just how far down the primrose path I had been taken with regard to my society, culture, and civilization.
Society had not been a proper teacher/mentor. Culture has not been an apposite friend. And, in as much as the cliff edge of "society suicide" and "cultural immolation" approached with alarming and accelerating propensity?
...Civilization seemed to have taken a bad turn... ...somewhere... that was abundantly clear.
I began, reader, not to... "believe in the fringe"... ...but disbelieve what was official... an oblique endorsement of the fringe! Moreover, I was subsequently driven there by the unethical and unjust status quo... ...then summarily put off the bus! That's a stunning irony for me, verily, as painful as it was!
Credited now as a credulous believer (and quasi-dangerous troublemaker?) and stridently discounted for same? The reality is that I've been rendered bereft of "belief in the mainstream", by that self-same mainstream!
I can't believe the prime-time news, the pronouncements of institutions, the exhortations of the church, the explications of my government, the decrees of law enforcement, the verdicts of the courts, the announcements of a plethora of agencies, or the earnest assertions of hoary academia! These entities have, quite literally, placed themselves beyond the limits of my credulity, as with others... and I can no longer credit them with my complete confidence!
I won't be a sap!
Predictably? I have trouble seeing where this is my fault.
Betrayed by the aggregate system... ...for doing exactly what it had taught me that it respected? ...I'm twenty times burned and now *forever* shy!
My fault, reader? Uh-uh... I won't validate gravy when it's not the same for goose and gander. I won't credit it. I won't shine it on. I won't abide it. I cannot.
If cops aren't color-blind? If you can't afford self-improvement? If you have to decide between medicine and heat and food? If the autocratic abide and prevail against the rule of law? If people rot in the streets in front of their washed-out homes and are eaten by abandoned pets, rats and alligators as the responsible reassign blame like errant children?
If separation of power is inexorably consolidated and at the whim of a dry drunk double deserter with delusions of grandeur?
...When justice is dispensed to the highest bidder? When efficacious drugs cause cognitive pathologies in people who do not even take them? When science becomes the lap-dog of the sociopathic elite... ...When the truth, as William Blake said, "cannot be told to be understood without being believed"?
Woof! We need to hoe a different row, brothers and sisters!
UFOs are real, forgetting, as Jacques Vallee and Terence McKenna intimate, that they likely only pretend to be an "other" to keep from freaking us out, unnecessarily, with regard to what they really are on the one hand... and on the other? ...Just how limited a hundred years of science really is!
...Science has failed us miserably in coming to grips with the reality of this thing... indeed won't even pretend (although its done that too) to begin an investigation of it. Outrageous!
Indeed our mainstream agencies discredit and invalidate themselves to the extreme by ridiculing UFOs rather than coming to grips with the obvious reality of them! This is a reality reflected all through recorded history, remember, includes a physical reality in vetted films, photos, and verified radar returns, be reminded, ...is a stark reality to tens of thousands of credible and quality men and women who have interacted with them, please recall, and it is a reality puzzlingly reiterated to them night after night in popular media, radio, and film... ...if you've forgotten!
The mainstream does not respect what the public doesn't know, and won't endeavor to tell them when they don't! The mainstream's conflicted mind is made up and won't be bothered with the facts as plain as the beak on a klasskurtxian pelican!
The mainstream cannot attack the aforementioned data and so destroys the individual persons bravely trying to ferret that data out. The mainstream facilitates cowardly ends with the most unethical and criminal means. The mainstream is satisfied to do it's research by proclamation rather than investigation.
The preceding is WELL documented, reader!
This is no *mainstream*, doing the greatest good for the greatest number, folks! The mainstream as it stands is, instead, an egregious tool used against you by sociopaths... ...reptiles who are incapable of the remotest respect for you! Does the reader expect to be directed to respect this *mainstream* even as the mainstream has not been respectable and has shown no respect! Now that's crazy!
Who are you to judge the efficacy of the mainstream?
...On site, paying freight... Sir and Madam! What's gravy for the goose is gravy for the gander! Your participation is key! The judged, judge!
Actually? Yours is the ONLY opinion that matters!
Something else college does for you if you weren't smart enough to pick it up in high-school (...I wasn't...) and are paying attention? It's the demonstration that the bigger you make your *fire* the more the shadows are highlighted... ...and the deeper they become. But, this is a good thing, right? Knowing you know not is still a pretty good chunk of knowing, at all, eh?
Besides, everything you *know*... ...might be wrong...
Paul *Symbol*, I suspect, believes in entropy, the death of heat, things running down, that which was "together" must come "apart" and become... ...at some far, far point in a time as immutable as it is regular... as cold as a speck of dust in a lightless and airless void... resistance is futile... prepare to have your ass laminated...
Paul *Symbol*, I suspect, believes in intellectual parsimony, the simplest explanation, the one requiring the fewest moving parts and the least amount of entities added... ...as the preferred explanation in all cases, at the start... ...less is more manageable... ...after all...
Paul *Symbol*, I suspect, reserves a special respect for mainstream mores, *approved* movers and *vetted* shakers... ...one of the nuts and bolts adherents of a bowdlerized Descartes and stridently opposed to the "agreed upon" infirm... those who want to explore a fringe beyond the light provided by the huge fire he so respectfully tends... ...God made the light and the light was good and we should be grateful.
...But Paul handily forgets the aggregate accelerations we all perceive. Paul neatly forgets that Occam includes the word "ordinarily" in his razor. Paul too conveniently forgets the duplicities, inconsistencies, obfuscations, betrayals, and, in too many cases? ...The abject cowardice, intellectual and otherwise, of the supporters and players of that *mainstream*, eh?
Paul forgets that God as we know him is largely invented (re-invented!) by the too few to do the bidding of those few.
I can't abide it. No apologies... if no offense meant...
Injury on top of insult, it doesn't really matter that *Paul* (the symbol) forgets these things... ...when it is discovered that these things are purposefully forgotten, forgotten by design and craft and rationalization ...forgotten because what's "real" and "true" doesn't square with being alone (even if only *essentially*)... in an infinite vastness of cornucopic and open-ended potentiality -- a jewel in creation's crown... ...THE jewel in creation's crown...
...Pause, sincerely, for Hoots and squirty Guffaws...
You might begin to see how the symbolic Paul, a proud product of his extensive training and study in the arts (and they are) of:
- History (the official story composed by sociopaths to facilitate same?)
- Political science (the study of the methods used in justifying that sociopathy?)
- Law (the codifications of trying to have cake and eat it too?)
...has twisted these aforementioned *arts* around into the self-serving, short-sheeting, pedestrian, and banal celebration of cognitive mediocrity that he has. Gleefully, gladly and gaily. Indolently. Complacently. Insentiently.
...No -- on second thought, if Paul and I ever share that dinner? It would be prudent to drain the broccoli exceptionally well.
...But that's more than was desired on why I fight, eh? No apologies.
already meted out to me?
Because it is what I've done in the service of this nation and an aggregate humanity, I suspect. Plus? I know that when I am bold, great forces come to my aid. That works for you too, reader.