Sunday, February 22, 2009

The "I" In Team


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Beyond lies, potentially, strange new beginnings. It won’t end with you, and it goes *extra* innings. It dissolves and erodes what you'd thought we'd construed. You find this resolved with an Alien View.
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Ever thought of yourself as a universe "center"? True... you're hard-steered from birth for the "cultural blender..." You're hard pushed, remember, to be part of a *team*. “Forget about *self*... just shore up the *mean*...
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Though, returning to self is where it’s all happening! "Self-aware" is a state of your own self-awakening! It’s a shock to discover what's always been true; at the center of everything? What’s found there is... you!
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Let "denialist ilk" pull the wool to your eyes? Piss the sense your God gave you, away, as despised? Dismiss then, completely, the quality people perceiving high strangeness as humans enfeebled!
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...Sure and all I understand... that *most* of it’s been faked. ...Sure and all I understand, completely, what's at stake! ...Sure and all I know that I should keep my mouth quite shut! ...Sure and all we know, indeed, what's shoved right up our butts...
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But there is something real one can feel at the core and it's hidden quite conveniently behind a closed locked door!
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A plan to round-up *dissidents* when it's you they'd have that way! ...This "plan" is called “Plan 88”, it is real! Best you pray! ...And while some might... distract themselves... to meditate on "heaven," I wonder what the first "plans" were... numbered one through eighty-seven?
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So, what strange plan's afoot, fellow motes, to suspend Constitutions or make them a joke! "Martial law" gives the *fascists * abundant free reign... to put us in collars, and muzzles, and chains!
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Think of the *drug deals* that screw inner cities. Think of the wealth fanning skinhead *sensibility*. Think of divisiveness taught by our ministry. Orchestrated by whom, and from what hidden sinistery?
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Meanwhile... there is our Earth... offended by our presence? Tobacco companies win the right to sell slow death to peasants? Ollie North's discounting an appropriate revision; he’ll make a swell inquisitor in his hoped for inquisition?
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...And here you are, so all alone, at the center of your universe. It's down to you, you best embrace the challenge of an "omniverse." Its length and breadth won’t go away... because you’ve shut your eyes. High strangeness is what’s usual, and it highlights, shines, and cries!

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...Did you know the moon Europa showed excessive revolution? Did you know that NASA opted to suspend prognostication? Did you know there're pictures showing stuff... but we don't get to see? They *report* from "7000," folks, and they’ve *imaged* from "350"!
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And what do you bet that Mars is a bust–and strangely inconclusive? What do you bet that the *face* is made dust, the public's will excluded. And what do you bet that all your hopes, and your dreams of satisfactions... are more by "whim of fate" controlled ... if perceived though their distractions!
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We’re fat little fish in a pond drying fast. We’ll be air-gulping mud at the end ... at the last. We should have saved more and then had fewer babies. But we were complacent, conniving, and crazy!
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Our *watchers* are baffled by our seeming indifference. To let children die ... poison Earth for convenience? To act so damned pompous? Let suffering reign? These suffer slung arrows of unutterable pain!
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To act in this manner ... with the kingdom at hand. They just can’t get by it, they don’t understand. How do we feast at a Sonic or BurgerKing... knowing our purchases supports widespread suffering?
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The unexamined life, I’ve heard, is really not worth living. Unchallenged faith is valueless, and harmful in the giving. You make the call, it’s your decision, but you do reap what you sow. It’s the summer of a discontent; but yours you'll want to know!

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alienview@adelphia.net
www.AlienView.net
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I believe we're, each of us, the center of the universe... in a Universe of many many centers. Attendant to that, each of us is subject to the most extreme and unendurable loneliness... You don't believe that?
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Acquire some "immune deficiency," be gay in a straight and hostile microcosm, or fall agnostically outside some religious clique in the bible belt. Get leprosy. No, you ~are~ alone. Eight, or eighty? Blind, crippled or crazy? Riding, walking... crawling? Alone.
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Further, as you perceive your multi-verse from a center perspective, your meager senses collate conflicting information for some kind of interpretation of it all... an interpretation that you can live with, frankly, without too much ulceration or illness.  Cognitive Dissonance won't shore it up forever.  It's all happening to you, after all. It's you to endure slings and arrows... even if to only to be aware of the slings and arrows endured by a neighbor. "Island status" is unachievable even if unpreferred, and the bell remains to toll for thee, regardless.
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Some people have some small support for their lonely fragility. Many do not. Pause to count blessings.
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Face it, reader! It has never been the “rag-heads” and the “crackers” and the “niggers” and the “spics”, and the “hebes...” All that is, is confabulating smokescreen... a bald mechanism of distraction to focus an individual on meaningless trifles so those same individuals won't see UFOs hovering right over their leaf-bagged heads!
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It’s just you, reader, and you alone... targeted (for all practical purposes), provoked to forget that which watches stealthily from the UFOs which many sincere people are seeing every single day...
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You buy in! You decide! You process and collate and make your choice!
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You give in to the hate! You refuse to forgive and forget. You put the derision and bad will in the minds of your children as you simply stand silent. You allowed or otherwise facilitated the creation of a black-ops government stubbornly and officiously operating outside all your control. You allowed the national debt to sail into the trillions. You mortgaged your future to the meter man so he could attach his chain to the ring in your nose! You may even be the one throwing trash from your bleeding car!
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You may be coerced and misled or even driven and forced, perforce... but you acquiesce; you submit; you give in. You allow...
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Change relevant gears, reader, and consider what Henry Beston wrote in 1928...
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“We need another, wiser, and perhaps more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man and civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his limited knowledge, and sees, thereby, a feather magnified, and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves ... and therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older, and more complete than ours they move finished, and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost, or never attained ... living by voices we shall never hear... They are not property; they are not underlings! They are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time ... fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of the Earth."
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"...Kind’a makes another point, too, don’t he"?
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What kind of respect are you showing for the splendor and travail of the earth and by extension... the multiverse? How far above the animals do you think you are?
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Dominion means stewardship, brothers and sisters! Caretaker, not plunderer! Friend, not master! Hand, not fist! Light, not darkness!
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To those a billion years forward of us, what are we (you) but a barely remarkable if somewhat messy and unfinished experiment? What are our Nav-Starred SUVs to that which travels thought quick between the stars?
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There is our reluctance and our cowardly unwillingness; can you see it? Moreover, I suspect that the capability alluded to is all within reach even if it is not presently within our grasp, reader. That's my suspicion.
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...And while true that there is no "I" in team, there is a "me" if you're flexible with regard to letter order. That's right.
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Read on.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Muse You Choose...


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You're disgusted with the state of things. You're impatient for some change. You suspect your blighted leadership's dissembling and insane?
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You feel as though you've been betrayed. You suffer disrespect. You tolerate a government not remotely circumspect?
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You perceive there is conspiracy. You discern it lives and breathes. You gather it has been employed... to bring you to your knees?
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You 'know' that there are UFOs. You see them for yourself. Your culture seems opposed to one who tries to know ones self?
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You cannot trust your mainstream. You smell its artful lie. There's much pretense for foolish lies that nothing haunts our sky?
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You're revolted by religion, and the "Fundies" make you sick. You know invented deities do the bidding of these pricks?
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Is 'science' your social arbiter? Is it god or mal-used tool? Do you let it ~dictate~ policy? Too, you dread its turgid rule.
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Do errant posers profit? Do they prosecute their 'need'? Do they blandly soil the shoulders of the giants of our breed?
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Are you sickened by society? ...Abhor the status quo? You are fed up with a "system" which precludes your "right to know."
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You are trifled by obnoxious trolls! Do they caper, leap and dance? These ghouls of ...'un'-revision... so complacently they'd prance!
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ou are sick and tired of being played for a clue robbed—hapless—tool. You feel disrespected flotsam, slighted chump... affronted fool?
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Do you sense a new reality? Are you outraged and contentious? Are you finished with indignity? You are ~ripe~ for the seditious.
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Yes, snub their hijacked networks, friend. Refuse their print and graph. Reject their artless selling, puerile prose, or photograph!
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schew convenient 'history'. Avoid contrived 'accounts'. Disbelieve authorities of 'mainstreams' who don't count.
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ead ~forbidden~ indexes. Think outside their box. Review the un-explorable. Explode the closed and locked.
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Question all authority. Demand what's just and fair. Leaping up from bleeding knees... you find the guts to dare!
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Speak the truth to power! Let them know your thoughts. Voice your felt convictions, friend, before you mourn their loss!
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The future's near upon you, and it's speeding as it comes, but you are more prepared for that; you marched to ~different~ drums. What drums are those, some sneer and smirk from short Cartesian pews? Well, that which finally comes from you, and that's a muse ~you~ choose.



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alienview@adelphia.net
www.AlienView.net
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Sunday, February 08, 2009

Noose, Leash, Collar, Or Tie...


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I'm awake to a fear which has captured my soul. It's beyond my accounting; it's beyond my control. That horror is lurking a half turn from you; do the hard looking but be fearful, too.
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...Some blather "bolides", or a "bird" under power. This evasion of inquest? The poor sense of cowards. Most of these cowards just fan at the bottom; they defeat any clarity, just add to the flotsam.
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Mr. and Ms. have their programmed assumptions. The "left"... or the "right" are of similar compunction. This would explain our unreasoning fear; the better safe course for debunkers to steer.
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I’m not a believer with stars in my eyes. It’s not the true skeptic I decry and despise. It’s not unjust ignorance that smothers our land. It’s a pompous non-bravery against which I stand!
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...Afraid they may lose all their ill gotten gain? ...Afraid reputations earn tarnish and stain? Afraid, so expression is retro and literal; afraid of even a classical_liberal?
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Yes something’s afoot in this grandest of lands, but *bunkies* contrive you to trust them, the plan. The evidence compels us to detailed suspicions, but unquestioned, still, are our tired *traditions*.
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...Like Peruvian Rebels so _conveniently_ dead. They were kind to their captives, had a *message* instead? YES! Indians are treated as bothersome criminals! They are stepped on, dismissed, in the manner of ANIMALS!
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...There’s something aloft, overhead, in our skies. There is in fact... ...something... before our own eyes. The evidence points from the hands of fine men... like Hynek, and Vallee, or Friedman, or Sitchin.
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But, still, *bunkies* smirk, and would, still, act all-wise! ...While the Earth slowly dwindles, or withers and dies. They have their *big* dinners, and their cars have the gas; the rest of *creation* can just, flat, kiss their ass.
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They "worked" for their *stuff*, these corrosively reason. They dissemble they've weathered the *meanest* of seasons! They think it can’t be that their world's infested with beings they won’t see, and "not seen"? Uncontested!
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...And if one in a thousand, then he goes to college. This one in a thousand? He gets all the milage. One in a thousand, he’s got half the money; one in a thousand, only he's tasting honey.

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Though old Ollie North... so resplendent on C-SPAN. Bull-shitting the gullible with his suffering dead-pan. He brandished our "Paper" like a too shrill sonata, but he's trashed it with drug deals, and arms deals with Contras!
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Debunkers distract with their valueless messages? With a wink and a smirk they punt petulant presages? They shuffle, or dodge, and avoid real deals? Their retorts, in reality: egregious appeals!
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"...Believe us, you need us, please, keep us in focus"!
"Our 'prime propaganda' must determine your locus"!
"We are the lot with the most left to lose"! "
...So *God* has ordained that it's ~you~ we will USE"!
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They'll shove back their fears shafted people will find. They'll mock our conundrums; we're deaf, dumb, and blind. They'll take their own "baseline," then fake time to pray, but not asking who’s paying... ...so they can still play!
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...One finds a new conscience—a treasure, their own. Enduring these monsters—perceiving they're boned.
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These but then ask themselves, what can they spend—they're rented too cheaply, on monsters depend... these monsters feel nothing and wipe with their dollars, their answer's to fit you for tie, leash—or collar.



www.AlienView.net


Or noose...
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And the good news is... that there is good news. Cast off that collar. Oh yes... There are consequences, but abuse is tolerable or not.  Besides it's not so bad.  Heaven on Earth abides given we work a little harder to stay off each others ass (tolerance), cop to bullshit (insist on the truth), and admit, but don’t persecute, a mistake. Consider ... discovering that you were wrong about something is, STILL, a step up!
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Read some Sturgeon for the broad overview! Celebrate your imagination's length and breadth! Soar and cleave. Be brave. Be at the responsible center of your universe! Demand the justice around you that you expect everywhere else! If you don’t like what you see, change it as much as you are able ... just don’t give in too readily to the proclamations, posits, and postulates of the porcine and pompous pontificator or Rogue iRascible Rascal!  Crush those where they're found...
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Think for yourself! Ask why! Have the courage to say you’re not convinced when you're not convinced at all! Don’t be immediately hobbled by what a *scientist* says is impossible or what a *Doctor* says will cure you; be reminded of the millions of times they have been disastrously wrong... forget entirely the millions of times they have been right as irrelevant. That correctness was collateral to their real aim: to be in your pocket, and keep you alive long enough to maximize their profit. Be a successful parasite.
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Take an alien's view as concrescence looms in graph lines asymptotic!
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It’s happening where none of us think to look; it’s not what we think; too, that’s the kingdom here at hand! Watch James Burke (Connections!) and see how discarded underwear in the 16th Century had to precede computers... (that's right!) ...as an example of what I’m talking about. Nothing is the way we think!
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At the same time it seems we humans are at our best when things are at their worst. We might start acting like it again.
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Remember! The responsibility for all of this is ~purely~ individual... and it is directed where the attention of authority directs its attention. That is you, reader.
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"It all comes down to you," as Joni Mitchell advised, lo these many years ago... "Down to you?
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Everything comes and goes
Marked by lovers and styles of clothes
Things that you held high
And told yourself were true
Lost or changing as the days come down to you

Down to you
Constant stranger
You're a kind person
You're a cold person too
It's down to you
It all comes down to you.
You go down to the pick up station
Craving warmth and beauty
You settle for less than fascination
A few drinks later you're not so choosy
When the closing lights strip off the shadows
On this strange new flesh you've found
Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf
You hurry
To the blackness
And the blankets
To lay down an impression
And your loneliness

In the morning there are lovers in the street
They look so high
You brush against a stranger
And you both apologize
Old friends seem indifferent
You must have brought that on
Old bonds have broken down
Love is gone
Ooh, love is gone
Written on your spirit this sad song
Love is gone

Everything comes and goes
Pleasure moves on too early
And trouble leaves too slow
Just when you're thinking
You've finally got it made
Bad news comes knocking
At your garden gate

Knocking for you
Constant stranger
You're a brute-you're an angel
You can crawl-you can fly too
It's down to you
It all comes down to you
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Restore John Ford!

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Terror, Tyranny, and Testosterone


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Let me conjecture a visit from MIBs. They stop by to "question" my "safety." They are sullen, and frightening ... beyond all control. They're officious and quietly crafty.
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They advise me I can be "...squashed like a bug." They remind me I'm sans any "rights." They ask how I'd weather their IRS "audit," suggesting their tax guys could put out my lights...
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Too, was I surprised that my wife was a "whore..." ...Or my son was a "gun-running drug lord"? "...And what of your problem, you big-mouthed old fool? Aren't you fond of young children and the classroom your smorgasbord?”
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See, it does one small good to forswear these as lies... History's the way it is "written." They sit in my house, knowing smirks on their faces, and I am silenced, hull breached—soundly beaten...
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"Now none of this has to be foregone conclusion, consider aknew what you do, write, or say. Or, we could come back with the *proof* that is needed... and we’ll piss your whole life away."
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So this is America, I'd ask them at last? This, I defended in war? So my country could paint me the worst kind of loser, and cast me away to behold its closed door!
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...That makes me more scared, friend, than in any time past, and I’ve flown down the muzzles of guns! The terror I felt is cold steel in my guts. On the whim of these "monsters"... I'm fork-poked and done.
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...And it wasn’t just me; it's my wife and my son. Our lives without value to "owners." Treated worse than the worst, as mere thugs had it measured. We were worse than "glad pimps" or "meth stoners."
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So what will I do when they visit, pray tell. Trusted others have told me, they come. I’ll be treading thin ice I suspect without feeling. What could I do, then, undoing what's done?
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...And that’s no way to live a life. So says the Alien View. We are not served to allow unjust treatment... for demanding more of the truth!
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alienview@adelphia.net
www.AlienView.net

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I’m open for any suggestions.

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What do you do! What do you do! What do you do! What do you do!
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What. Do. You. Do.
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Everywhere you turn the "ominously affected" looms up at you. Burned, one gets shy.
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...And, damned if it doesn't make one a little paranoid ... and let’s see ... just what was that three word definition of paranoia, again?
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...Fear without threat...
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OK, so there is no threat? Black-box government agencies do not exist! Unelected governments don't rule from the shadows! Closed institutions don't facilitate the increasing tyranny. Verily, I was ever a fool to fear these imagined entities, and only express a weakness in my character if troubled by any thought of them.
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That's well wishing and naive BAT squeeze, good reader!
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Let me tell you why I’m troubled. I’ve been federalized for a quarter of a century in an honorably completed military career. Though I witnessed much of the bad that that implies, I also witnessed much of the good.
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...The reach for tolerance across ethnic and individual lines, for example, was commendable albeit done for pragmatic reasons... (a military has to work). It was commensurate with the "awakening" times, and it warms this old memory...
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We in the military were always reminded that we worked... ...together... for the Constitution, ultimately, and that the President was our chief commander and pretector/defender of same. I bought into the idealism of classical liberalism, or, respect for individuals and individual rights in a free society... unrestricted by terror, tyranny, or even testosterone!
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I bought in without really understanding why! I understand now.
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Along the lines of that new understanding, I discover that "Need to know" is a terrifying concept. It has its roots in an ethic of arguable utility presupposing conditions where one man may make arbitrary decisions on what another man may know. Please hear the word *arbitrary* in there. Who arbitrarily decides who "needs to know" and why!
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See, "Arbitrary"...is a bad word. It is a nine letter four letter word. In that word hides more questions than we should have to have the answers to. There is no oversight in that word ... no accountability, no responsibility. There is misused power in that word because the arbitrary tends to the absolute, and absolutes are corrupted, absolutely... always.
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Retired military, I know about "need to know." I know that the people who practice *need to know* are seriously anal about it. By way of example, I was deeply involved in military aviation for a quarter century, and never heard a peep about the stealth program ... ANYTHING can hide in there, reader.
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Too, I’ve had friends mysteriously drop from active duty rolls, their military histories vanish as far as I was concerned, but then subsequently pop up again in my life with non-specific hair raising tales that one did not just find in the papers. These returning friends were quiet, different, and *changed*. Too, they were no longer friends. Pity.
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...And I certainly don’t mean that in anything less than a completely tragic way– they had a new scariness they didn't have before. When these guys said that they’d have to kill me if they told me any more, my chuckle was only half-hearted.
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I knew these black box agencies existed–but I never truly understood their import! I suppose that I was so far under their cowl that I felt they were some kind of necessary *associate* ... that we were on the same team... brothers in arms... ...or something. Then I retired from military service and went to college... read a different book...
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...There is nothing more dangerous for a guy my age, ...open minded, and looking for something useful to do..., than going back to college. It's why there is less GI bill, you know, not more.
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I understood the *import*, then, reader. The import is that if one gives "the authorities" any reason at all, one can become an *arbitrary* target of one of the aforementioned agencies, governments, or institutions. Simple as that. Read Dean Koontz’s “Dark Rivers of the Heart” for an illustration...
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I am unsettled by even *known* agencies like the FBI, CIA, ATF, and DEA! These clearly run amuck in an incompetently contrived and gerrymandered fashion, but run amuck regardless! Why, my honest expression of just the aforementioned discomfort provides them with all the excuse they need to make me a "target."
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I know. Then why throw rocks in the mouth of the dragon's cave. Because, reader, that dragon comes out to feed, regardless. I'll even settle for the relief the illusion of proactivity provides.
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More?  Somehow, as a function of buying in to the classical liberal ideals of this nation (Chill out, "Nicky Neocon" ... Even Newt Gingrich is a *classical* liberal), ... I have been made over into an enemy of same??? Who's the enemy?!
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See? That’s not MY disconnect! That is no failure on MY part! That is not me betraying MY country, and I say this understanding, now, the true evil of unbridled nationalism. Remember Hitler's Germany...
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I discovered in college that *truth* is not what we think, much of what we *know* is wrong, and that I, by way of example, was the *reason* that there is not more GI Bill! See, we read too much Tom Paine; We read to much Thomas Jefferson; We read to much John Stuart Mill; We listened to too much National Public Radio, Mike Malloy, and Alan Dawson Graham.
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I read enough, at any rate, to evolve this "Alien View," reader, a view seeming to make some new sense out of the craziness I discover around me! Sure, and it provokes me to challenge the faiths and positions I have learned which may have secondary agendas ... but, unheralded agendas getting more light for my small effort, eh? Agendas, at very least, fooling ME no longer.
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Look up, good reader, see the UFOs that ARE there... and read on.
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