We hear again the zealous call for some new kind of "protocol", and I, with some delight, might find... that I'm outside that box defined! Now why that "box" exists is moot, the hows and wherefores so much toot, but I have given up too much to go without a fight, as such.
So, why would I confide "delight," but that I fight a righteous fight, convinced —I am— that truth is served to combat crap without reserve. See, I don't do the turned-cheek thing; to strike me is to feel my sting. Though, I accept a slap I've earned; I'm not mendacious you would learn.
I don't defer to crass attack, so I'm a megalomaniac? I work with words, a tad contentious, so I'm dismissed as too pretentious? I would think outside the box, explore new realms and undo knots! So I'm the new intractable — my "thinking" unallowable?
No, careful, I have kept my "screeds" to that which others may agree... is permissible behavior... Why, even Christ, who some call savior. I say I don't attack the "man"... of needs I must attack his "stand"... if I find I disagree with what's perceived confronting me?
"Concepts" are the paths I seek. "Approaches"? I'd inspect for sneaks. "Aspect" is the 'bot contused debated on this path, in truth!
If "attack's" perceived as personal? I'd surmise: one's pre-conditional! I'd suggest: repost falls short, and it's that which "twists the shorts."
Retreat in rage to be perceived as having lost the points one needs to keep ones place at jealous tables... precipitating sneers and labels!
Friend, I don't have the time for that; to me? That's so much specious crap.
Too, give me one, just one example, a tiny shred of just one sample where invective or an insult issued from my words or conduct!
...I mean outside of one "Richey Reynolds," a scabbrous scourge bereft of courage; a smearing, leering — crap-filled scut who owes me money... that's enough. ...Or anyone who trifles me. Camembert? The cowardly; those who grind a backward axe can quite queue up to kiss my ass... Pettingill? Oh, he "means well..." but it remains. You guessed it. Hell.
...Hummm... It does seem I lack reluctance, my "tolerance" bereft abundance. I am quick to take offence! Too, specious sneers insure calescence. I guess I am a scourge, then, too... provoked to same! The same as you?
...No! I point out your unbrave curse — do your harm! Perform your worst! From these efforts then we'll see! Ones real "being" then perceived: a churlish louse bereft of class, and every bit as bad as Klass!
See, I attack "ideas" friend — those stalled approaches some pretend. Too, that's the thing provoking this, this call for "rules" which I dismiss. Dissent is cloth at best allowed. Consequence precludes those proud.
Too, I'd suggest "the man's" remiss in what he's done, the cause of "this." I would challenge his performance or face his affect so abhorrent... I would question fruit, you see, provided by his proffered tree. If it's toxic or contrived my conscience dictates I decline!
See, I'd propose that UFOs are obvious and SOMEONE knows! Those quick to kill pro-active effort, or quick dismissing those alerted, those quick enough with poison pen but slow to cop their own pretence?
Fifty years have gone, and how. Too, still the truth's obscured! Still now!
What's your part in all of this? Explore that not and be re-miss.
Some, today, are led astray by those who use their skills "that" way. That way I speak of uses ruses, psychopath's profuse excuses; earnest and convincing, yes, but detrimental none-the-less. These would lead one down "that" path, all primrose covered hidden wrath which pounces like an angry beast to bite you on the ass — at least!
...It could be argued I describe... myself I must, to you, confide... But I am on my guard for that... don't take my word, though it's a fact.
I think most persons reading this would vouch for me. Am I remiss? I am sincere, have "confidence"... if based upon uncommon sense, and won't deny I love myself, but not too much. It's mental health. Seems that love precludes, you know, a mainstream's suspect status quo.
See...Our "mainstream" lacks that centrist bent required for a centrist's sense! Our "Mainstream" works to "void" and "sully"! Willful, it despoils and bullies that which "shall not" win its blessing! Angered, it's beyond distressing!
These must see the harm they do as they pursue their cants... it's true. But they don't care. You're just an asset, fruit to squeeze, yes harsh, but face it. Chase their mainstream as it is? Be doomed to disappointment, friend.
Trust this "mainstream" at your peril, it renders you as mute and sterile. It won't respect what you have done... 'cause if it does, it comes undone! See, that arrives right at the point where culture needs some growth! The point?
What's beyond that heaven sought? What's new regards our battles fought? Single persons make that call... but few avoid new "protocols."
"Protocols" promote exclusion and prevent the odd intrusion of ideas which propound... the "search for truth," agreed profound? Go along with what's "been done," so don't progress —and have no fun—, as sullen "white" men have their way, their old ideas holding sway!
These men conflate that "hijacked mainstream" for the mass's potent hi-beam. We would think they are the same, when they are NOT! We're not to blame. We masses are manipulated, our will is mocked and dissipated by the efforts in control of that which "mainstreams" bought and sold!
...And I don't fill their mouths with words... as they'd accuse. I don't concur. I may read between their lines... and garner, there, what I might find. Then I'd write what I've perceived they've said to me — I do believe!
Self-promotion seems the rule, though 'some' will 'do' for others, true. But I don't think I sing strained praises... for myself. I'd think it graceless.
Others carry on and whine about their "talents" — how they "shine." I observe and comment gamely. I'm not sorry or complaining. I'd just show you where I stand. On "protocols"? They make me glad.
Though in a good way? I think not. My saber's thirsty. Come on out.
In closing I just want to say a Phyrric win, at best, you'll pay. That's the least that I'll concede. No surrender, no retreat.
It's a "box" that's kept us from our heart's desire. It's a "box" that's precludes our ufological satisfaction. It's a "box" that makes an enemy of what might have been an ally…
It's a "box" precluding synergy, advancement, inclusion, elevation, and actualization. It's boxes that would hide the truths, support the lies and keep individuals stupid. It is boxes that have held us down, tied us up, and shut us out.
Reality is a vast, vast "market place of ideas," ladies and gentle-bunkies, not a company store stocking only wilted vegetables. Breath with freedom!
Challenge your "boxes." Authorities require their questioning. That's a rational wage, reader, for assuming the mantle of authority — for daring to proscribe a box! That box by any other name could be a coffin for an idea!
...And Stop, I hear the whiney internal dialog, nip it. I won't argue the need for some "boxes," scientific, moral, ethical, pecuniary, or otherwise. We have to be able to take *stuff* to the *bank*. Still be able to make predictions on the long term as much as is able and sane; still have the minimal predictability necessary to pursue happiness. Let's avoid the absurd. Thanks.
Still, I'd guess the contention is access or egress to and from these boxes, but assuredly being allowed out of the fraggin' box, eh, even speculating on what might be beyond the limits of the freaking box in question. Secrets, as disrespectful as they can contrive to be, are irritating at best.
For an individual? A box is hell on earth if "inside" and a raging tease if "outside." Subsequently, I think this current airy suggestion for new boxes should be viewed with suspicion and unfavorably. Boxes render enemies artlessly created.
Someone always comes up on a limit to the box and is nonplussed in some way. That's bad enough when the box has arguable necessity but intolerable where the box is contrived nonsense and naught but a sociopathic dodge for the personal gain of the "morally unethical" ...or maintenance of some specious status quo.
It's boxes that keep us from the stars; it's boxes that keep those stars from us.