...Boxing Protocols...

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?

If "heaven" falls with just a tug, then what's its value? Pull its plug.

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.

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It's a "box" that's kept us from our heart's desire. It's a "box" that's precludes our 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.

Read on.

There Is More...

Betrayal's a coinage that cannot be spent except where it's misspent against common sense, and I have discovered while out of the box that as quick as a hare and as fast as a fox... the soul of derision's at work with a passion! Confusion's the rule, or I'm just "gas" passin'.

Where is the profit embracing a tyranny, forgetting our history, or losing our memory? Many years are invested, much time has been spent, and we all have a stake in this other we've sensed.

"We" could try harder to show some respect for the base "rank and file" gone dismissed, I reflect. Betrayed by authority, beset by those freaks, these are the prey that a charlatan seeks!

Still, words are the magic I've used to convey a fellowship found in our world holding sway, so I must be insolent, and challenge these "proud," and knock them from towers and run them to ground, as persons won't often step up to the plate where the umpire's cheating — perverting our fate!

Some carry on about 'data' and 'science', and bore on forever statistic's "reliance," protesting the lack of respect they'd withhold from the proactive drive of the more-active bold!

The mainstream detests us, that's where it's not keen, so true recognition's denied us all, see? The mainstream's invested in all the "big lies," only some follow "rules"... for their trouble? Despised.

A pro-active effort's decried and demeaned, and a pro-social action's despised as obscene! Ones simple conjecture to help fill the "void" is attacked without mercy, abhorred and destroyed. There is no 'discussion', there is no 'debate' of the sort that's not answered with malice and hate.

There is only divergence and disintegration. There are base accusations with flimsy foundation. A pro-active effort that's made in good faith is dismissed with revulsion and heaped with disgrace!

Too, this seems so reflexive, cross-purposed, and mean. What does it indicate? What does it mean? Where is the unity as shared by the 'bunkies? Petty squabbles help paint us as "dweezles" and "flunkies"!

...We can be these flunkies, produced in deceit, awash in the system's complacent conceit. Confused by a mainstream who herds us like goats, one hand in our pocket and one on our throats. We're sheeple abused by a culture that's driven to hide an agenda way old and well hidden.

Secrets abide! We would find its no joke... conspiracy rules, and with that, little hope.

Some put the blame on an interested "buff," dismissed on a whim like they've done quite enough! Some go a-field to insult hapless people — expected to buy what they're selling, be real!

Too, narrow the scope to a slender percentage that *science* would measure to shore up its image (?) and find at the last that their less is not more… See? They've closed all the avenues and sealed their doors.

They don't reward diligence... a convenient retreat... that these "charmed" have assumed for their use in deceit!

The problem remaining? They've not progressed... from the first of last century! Of needs, I protest! Advancement's sub-glacial and shall not move on! It is tepid, distracted, too slow and prolonged!

It won't get its air time as it shan't get respected! So? A change to the order of folks "they" neglected! Those who were first will assume a last place in a future the future will bring in its grace!

There's more than is dreamt in the dreams of mere man. There's more than we would or we could understand. There's more that's allowed than is measured with "tools" which limit ones "reach" to the "grasp" of a fool.

It's not the "new-ager" who howls from the dust which comes from the folks that we thought we could trust. It's not the "fringe wacko" proclaiming his dreams for a shot at a book deal that some find obscene. Its not from an "armchair" the enemy comes, or from newbies who frequent our world — beating drums.

It comes from a mainstream that some still pursue, though it "chumps" them completely and plays them for fools. See, the "fringe" is a symptom; it's not the disease! It's duplicitous "mainstreams" causing scabs on our knees! And still they would chase it, fair caper and fawn, for mainstreams of psychopaths who string them along.

Now me, all I'm seeing are lights in the sky, and folks who I trust tell me "truths" and don't "lie." Too, my culture's the liar who fronts for the "charmed"! Why, it's the price put on justice that should cause one alarm!

The cops? As corrupt as the lawyers they fear and the priests? Smirking chicken-hawks who pander and leer. The media's fraught with its "too pretty face" who contrives an acceptance for a future disgraced. What is trust worthy in what we have now? …can't make a silk purse from the ear of a sow!

Ufology's laughed at? Abductees are fools? Researchers are wasting their time, or are tools? That mainstream is sullen and won't give an inch. See, if it does it unravels! Hey! Son-of-a-bitch!

One little pull on a thread in its cloak and the whole thing unravels! The cloak is a joke! It'll never acknowledge the work of Dick Hall! It won't bow to science or method, at all!

Real science? A threat to the old status quo! A jab in the ass of "the man", don't you know? Don't think for a minute he's going to play fair. Think anything else and be doomed to despair.

So where are we now in advancing the truth? How can we but put what we've learned to best use?

The tools in the shed have been sharp as a tack. But tools are neglected, mal-used or mis-racked. Scalpels spread butter, hammers crack eggs, while the mainstream's unsettled that "weird-stuff" has legs.

A gauntlet's been made and that's not a bad thing, that the claims which are made should be checked in refrain..., but gauntlets turn ugly, attacks are then made which are seen as more personal... a wrongness put paid!

Divergence is key to the treasure of choice. It defines our successes, puts range on our voice. Too, betray at your peril the people you need to support your "good" work, you will need them indeed… Practice exclusion and find you're shut out, just so much "passed gas" I was talking about.

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At the risk of being entirely incomprehensible to a much too easily baffled James Moseley (SaucerSmear) or inordinately unintelligible to a too reflexively dismissive David Biedny (Paracast), I protest again that we are —all of us— betrayed by a hijacked "mainstream," a seeming obviousness remaining inexplicably beside the contrived if "offical" point. Are we really that unbrave?

Some, like the latter of the aforementioned persons, seem oblivious to this betrayal and some, like the former, seem decidedly ok with it, but virtually all function whether they know it or not to give a duplicitous faux-mainstream power, authority, and an unprincipled and punitive pecuniary punch. The "mainstream" handily abdicates its responsibility to be centrist — to become instead a foot on the neck of the individual critical of it. How is this not so.

As a failed public school teacher, I, among others, endure years lost wages as a result, pretty directly, of refusing to reflexively validate a corrupt and duplicitous mainstream in operation around me. A freaking "war hero" and retired officer graduating Summa with a teaching credential from a respected University —not Yale— I was found to be unacceptable for any place in our education "system," I digress, still, a ufological cannon-fodder seems willing, if reluctant, to step forward into the breech of the establishment buzz-saw to pursue this thing. Why is that?

The row to hoe is ultimately unrewarding in the aggregate. At least not rewarding in the sense appreciated by crass materialists as yet unaware that money can't buy happiness... even as it is not likely to encourage same, am I right? Search your feelings, Jedi. The best things in life are supposed to be free!

With regard to the pursuit of this individual experience, it matters not the collected array of impressive witnesses and (intelligently) volunteered official documentation of that experience... even physical evidence, reader. It matters not regarding police reports of anomalous sightings recorded in specific areas and times by professional persons with spotless reputations. It matters not the reported abductions, 911 calls with regard to those abductions, or samples of the kinds of evidence it has been seriously alleged can be produced to support these, albeit, startling claims. It matters not. The hurdle shoved before us is high. It matters not.

We must embrace this thing still, for all our reluctance, fear, dread, or intense trepidation. It is our responsibility, our fate, even our destiny ...and I gladly admit I suspect the preceding only as a result of an enduring decades long intuition, I remind the reader. That matters not! I believe it is an imperative of our individual consciousness: admit this "other" and search it out. Search it out.

Consider for a moment that quality big city medical groups could show interest in this contested "other," peripherally evidenced by this very peculiar abduction affair, for example. It seems the aforementioned medical group should be intrigued by the evidence that this abduction affair seems to be "a typical if anomalous occurrence precipitating a regional anomalous medical condition." The medical group alluded to should be justifiably piqued? Serious people could begin to take serious subjects seriously.

This "interest" is generated by weird physical manifestations —also be documented to a degree— which, in expert opinion, cannot be self-inflicted, hoaxed, or contrived, moreover. A curious set of affairs at the very least.

Forget the truth or falsehood of these claims a moment. The claimer could be willing to stand on the precipice with his claims, regardless, whatever the reader's assessment! The claimer could be willing to provide assurances (given assurances), that those claims could be backed... remembering also that evidence of veracity is demanded of this ufological cannon-fodder in a manner not remotely asked of church, institution, agency, organization, or state! This is a glaring point for the rank and file of interested individuals, decent persons on both sides of the bell curve but outside the loop of the aforementioned closed institutions I think it fair to add... maybe not.

"No good deed will go unpunished," apparently, and "the evil that men do lives on and on... while the good that they do is interred with their bones..." These particular bones are too reflexively interred (with seeming prejudice) given the, to date, acceptable history of many of the bones in question, I find myself evaluating the judging more than the judged. How about you?

Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence? Flying Monkey droppings. How so?

That speciously unbrave and irreverently fatuous argument regarding extraordinary claims requiring extraordinary evidence has been righteously (and I think reasonably) exploded by Jean Van Gemert as a "think cloak" assumed to provide retreat for the garden variety skeptibunky, only. It is a clever feint into the obvious fallacy for an always "receding evidentiary horizon."

See, this argument assumes that the "evidence" can always be made subordinate to an evaluation of the claim's *extraordinariness* which remains defined only by the skeptibunky and has no upper limit! The evidence, it can be arbitrarily decided, is never extraordinary enough!

That's a sword cutting only one way, reader. It has no place in science (imnsho), forgetting that it's not the skeptibunkies, good reader, who are going to solve this little ufological conundrum for the genuinely interested, anyway! No, it is the intrepid members of a conscientiously courageous team individually (and bravely) stepping up to the hard-ball plate and expecting a clean pitch from a respected colleague who in turn can put wood directly on the ufological pill!

If an extraordinary claim requires extraordinary evidence, reader, then a mundane claim requires evidence which is correspondingly mundane! That's ridiculous, eh? A mundane claim requires the quality of evidence establishing its truth or falsehood, no more. No less! I submit this holds true for the extraordinary claim, as well! Un-wavy Gravy for Gander and Goose!

Another little mainstream chestnut used to prosecute its continuing betrayal of the individuals facilitating it. There is more.

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Ode To Camembert Boy

Some go beyond the limits to transgression, I assert. Opposed to same, this 'service' paid by 'lip'! See, letters spitting poison make an unctuous circulation, and we make ourselves the less to honor this.

Not this letter mind you! This? A letter read aloud! A letter in defense and in the light! I speak of coward's letters, then, injected on the sly. A murmured assignation lacking stomach for a fight!

Do you think he's stopped because, perforce, you do not "see" him? His way's perseveration, 'till he's dead! Too, I submit a "shadow runner" must presume to run his shadows as the light precludes his comfort, it's been said.

His "letters" are corrosive —lacking aspect he just fakes— shoot shadow-shots from corners where he hides. They do not break the surface, they're just murmurs out of sight, so if they can't go public they're a scourge bereft of right!

Too, I'd have thought us better "stuff" than to poison our own wells, but that is what's occurring in low tones. If these concerns are valid then I'd think that in the open... is then where this whole "discussion" be condoned.

...And, if one can't be forthright, and dispel/refute these thoughts, then one should hold their mud and just step off! One should make their peace, old sod, and live to let one live... and preclude these "snipes" or "whispers" I'll call out!

Now I'm an honest sort of guy. I've lived consistent years; I cannot see the fault that's whispered there. In my fashion I am stalwart and an efficacious kind —of the sort that sticks his chin out, or the sort who takes a dare!

So, from there would come an enmity as proposed to take me down? Why demean my very character so bad? Why divorce my contribution from the dialog we'd seek just because some are so tight-assed I would add.

Why destroy my effort if I want to take some action that's proactive, open-minded, if opposed? Don't count on cheeks as turning when I catch you in the act! I'll gather up some shirtfront and then I'll punch you in the throat!

Too, what's been solved by my detractors? What's been done in all this time… that the principals involved have solved, at best? You've moved not one step closer to the questions you should ask. We still wander in confusion, I digress!

Perhaps one's "disconcerted" by my "perspicacious" tone, regarding which I'll have no shame about. I contend I'm like the moth, perforce, compelled too close to "flame," but compelled to better questions? "Flames" I'll flout!

I'm not your vagrant nut-roll! I'm not easily dismissed; I have a ready confidence I enjoy! Too, trifle in impertinence or sneer at me to learn that I've a literary saber I employ.

There's more to me than meets your eye, and 'baggage' has been carried... I'm an unrelenting rage of sharp ablation! Too, I get the correspondence that's employed in your campaigns... My character's besmirched — assassination!

So I provide this testament, appropriate and true, that I might have regard or ones endorsement. It's obviously needed, this shameless self-promotion, as "whispers" have no rules or law enforcement.

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


Further pardon, please, my ongoing 'pretentiousness', but if the expression is in verse, the expression is in verse. Put that on a growing list of things I'm not ashamed of...

...End the whispers now. If they're good enough to be made at all, they're good enough to be made in public where they can be produced with a respected conviction obviously lacking heretofore, or they'd be said straight out, right?

Too, they wouldn't be whispers any longer... but that's OK, reader. The only good whisper is a dead whisper.

No Taste For Worship...

So, you think I'm just pretentious? Then you're a Philistine! Too, all your taste is landlocked in your mouth. That I'd crash your specious heavens to recover satisfaction is the problem that you're really on about. That I would question hoary "truths," in word and paint and deed is the fuel for your 'assessment'... the excuse you don't concede!

See, I'm more than mere pretentious! I'm clear eyed and contentious! I'm all the valid guidance I need trust. I'm a pie with righteous filling, and my content is fulfilling to an 'art' I'm thinking has abundant crust!

Too, you think that I am arrogant? Well — that does me glad, my friend! All it is, is more example where you're 'off'. I'm way beyond mere "arrogance", I would DARE to soar and cleave... it is clear that you have missed the point at cost! That thing I have is confidence you're finding so offensive. It's provoking your dismissal, gramps! It's why you're so defensive.

I've more than merely arrogant! I'd ridicule your ignorance... that which keeps you in a "darkness," I'll not have! And I've a strong suspicion that you "see as further still, what I see as well behind me," by my 'nav'...

You are, quite right, in one regard. I have a 'love' for self. If I didn't (?) then I'd have none left for you! A "love of self" is crucial, and respected by ones fellows! To have value one must dare to seek that truth! The trick's to keep humility, and be honest with your hosts, then folks might find you interesting (?), and genuine (?)— not a joke!

Don't believe your own report cards or be a quick and easy discard, as it's folks will queue up quick to pull your tail... One's love for self is fine until you "get a taste for worship... then they're bringing out their hammers...boards and nails..."

Too, I'd call myself an artist, or a poet if I pleased, as that one to be convinced (?) is finally... me! I don't need your validation to continue what I'm doing 'cause I know that at the end (?), I'm off my knees! Too, free to sneer at craggy peaks of culture's glad conceit, I provide for satisfactions I'm denied by its deceit!

Perception is reality, and I don't strain credulity, I'm saying I believe and you can too. I am the kind of artist of the type that pleases me. I'm a poet who'd reflect what's seen as true.

Too, most folks prove they get it as they write me frequent notes, if they've found that my expressions are spot-on! When the meter and my visions have combined to share a story that has touched them in some way -- that can't be wrong! If I provide assistance to my fellows driven blind, I can see a little further yet, myself, in my own mind!

Too, I perceive I'm indiscrete, but risen to my righteous feet! I spread my arms and take my leap of faith! The arms of friendly people needn't catch me, I'm not falling (!), and I'm lightly touching truth upon her face!

...And, YES! I'm seeing UFOs which fly from time to time, as I look into the starry stellar reaches! And I can't care a wit if people think I might be crazy when I write 'em up in pieces that concede it! Christ, yes, I'm seeing UFOs! They're there if you look up! They're as common cream and sugar in a cosmic coffee cup!

Propeller heads agree that they are out there (!), don't you see? They are "out there," but they can't accept they're... here! That threatens their 'investments' and the 'way' they've lived their lives, and it whispers in the dark... to stoke their fear.

So forget that I'm "pretentious", as I see things as they are and, I'm not that much impressed by your indifference. My "arrogance" is confidence that I'm on the better path... to a future that is looming with concrescence! See, I'll choose to steer my own course, follow muses I can hear, and write those satisfactions I report, without your fear!

Too! I'll always "challenge," hoss, but stay outside your tiny box! There's more to space and sky than you have told! See, friend, you're a liar so, must make a "buttocks sandwich," but replace the processed meat with, yes, your nose!

Please, dismiss me as pretentious, and good friend? I'll eat your face. Your offensive lack of courage cants civility. That I would make the reach, beyond yourself, where you're too timid! The consequence? My "incomprehensibility."

alienview@roadrunner.com
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No meanness like old meanness.