...Vanishing Breeds...

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So you want to know what’s wrong with kids? Why they do so bad in school? ...Perforce performing weak in math? Why they diss your "golden rule"!
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So you want to know where blame must lie? Why their teacher wants a gun? Why their text books are as locker fodder? Why Teaching talent's on the run?
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Then to screech —unthinking— memes of daft returns to *basics*? “It’s readin', writin', 'rithmatic ...that’s needed, you just face it!”
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“Let’s teach kids *fundamentals* or the bones of *real* learning.” Right. Boorish mediocrity is all we'd, then, be earning!
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Those *basics*, most inferred, are flatly anti-individual, so they leave too many kids out in the cold. See, we made up, smarter, minds to be expansive and progressive. But the "follow through" we lacked; that was controlled.

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The system, as it happens still, is ill prepared for "thinkers," it's "employees" that the system wants, by God! Public money for some private schools? "No Child Left A Dime"? Such is "education" — gets the nod.

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We departed sneering "basics" for a pretty damn good reason. They didn’t meet kids needs... and wasted time! See, we drown them in a "past" of the way things never were, when the future’s where they do their future crime.
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See, this is what our watchers see from interstellar space? This motivates their hiding screens and blinds? This is why they hover... just outside... your line of vision. This is where we must be real... what one finds.
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We dither mal-protectively when the kids don’t want, or need it. We fill their heads with "Bat Squeeze," très obscene. We teach them in their "crass-rooms" to achieve a *standard* living, but then pump their heads with fable, crap, and dreams.
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The girls can have their *Barbi*, and the boys their *GI Joe*. The agenda has its hand around your wallet. Its callous "flow" and crippling "ebb"; it's crap-ulation in their heads, regardless what some say, or do, or call it.
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We "heroize" our nation in the halls of early learning with mere"college kids" who didn’t pay attention! When "your country" right or wrong's what makes you happy —feeling *strong*— then sew new seeds groveling rank pretension.
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...And the children are not fooled, you mook, as they "sit-out" your constrictions. They know the *party-line* is cold convenience. Their expression's not so strong, but the facts string rage along; school’s a chore abhorred, made inconvenient.
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...Like its built to drive one off, or to keep one from the top... of an actualizing, self-affirming "place." The rich can have their point, but the poor? Put out of joint, while the rich keep getting richer with efficiency's disgrace.
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...And when you read the secret history —you know, the one that really happened— you discover why we make ours up from cloth! There is little one may point at and then not perceive egregious, we've consumed our brother’s flesh as "baby broth"!
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...And the kids are surely sensing mis-cognition and this dissonance. They can feel all those places you are really loath to go. They are understanding actually that there's something real missing; they perceive betrayal, though, and hate you; don't you know?
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...And the watchers in the dark sky are in a baffled disbelief! They can understand our thinking? Not one bit! Why are we so hateful when we should be humbly grateful! Why is it there are *poor* — insane and sick?
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See, they’re the one who heat up all the water that we use! They’re the ones who nail, fast, your roof! They’re the one’s hard scratching in the dirt, removing garbage, while you remain unbothered and aloof.

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alienview@adelphia.net
http://www.alienview.net/
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...Again, pay respect to the people who build and maintain your world: The maligned, disrespected, and errantly-blamed working poor... ...sure, there's a percentage getting over but put that minority out of your mind as irrelevant, They're in "the man's" favor too. The "man" shouldn't suck so hard...

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These aforementioned "poor" were cleverly cameoed in that old Mel Gibson action vehicle Beyond Thunderdome, as the, against all odds, bi-human character "Master Blaster." Master Blaster was officiator of the energy producing vats of swine offal and dead citizens beneath the Thunderdome and leader of the topside shunned and miserable legions maintaining them.
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Recall what happened when "Master Blaster" didn’t pick up the "garbage" or process the dead bodies and swine feces to fuel for a few days? Why, your "white-bread world" comes to the proverbial grinding halt! Concurrently, the above ground "leadership" reveals itself as proud and effectual as a sack of dead wet mice. Yeah, be nice to the garbage man, he keeps you... like Joni Mitchell wrote, ..."unfettered and alive."
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See, the study of history could be just as entertaining as reality TV or a Mel Gibson movie... in fact, it should be. You want intrigue and conflict and betrayal and lust? Real History. You want good moral lessons on ethics and trust. Real History. You want something elevating and inspiring and ethically progressive? Real History.

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The real history, folks, and even in this day and age you don't have to scratch down very far to find it. Real history. The chronicle of how NOT to do things. It's all there.
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You can't navigate the future if you don't remember the navigation of the past. We do not know that navigation, good reader!
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...And if you're really brave, have a progressive heart and appreciate that the best part of humanity comes as a result of our pioneer spirit? If you suspect that a sacrifice now is a down payment on inheriting the multi-verse later? Then know. reader, that the biggest part of that history includes UFOs. Be not afraid.
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UFOs just ~are~. Start getting used to ~it~. Start demanding more information in ~its~ regard. Inherit the future! Don't be swamped by same.
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Refuse the kool-aid, good people... oh, and by the way? Apart from frivilous rejections by Paul Kimball and sundry officious Paracrats... read Jim Marrs, one of the last of an endangered species ... that vanishing breed of string-less journalists with true honor and real integrity.
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Not since Edward R. Morrow, and early Dan Rather, or a beginning Walter Cronkite has a true journalistic ethic been so efficaciously prosecuted. In no way a nut like many contemporay with him, Mr. Marrs cannot be so easily discredited because he won't drink the "official" juice, honored reader. Marrs shall not be faulted for following the data and reporting the facts as they reveal themselves. He'd make a better newsman than what's currently offered in the aggregate... but then so would SpongeBob Squarepants... I digress.
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Dodgy ax grinders with non-admitted agendas drinking too deeply from self-congratulating kegs... these might keep their canted counsel to themselves. Jim Marrs does not so easily crumble in debate with the aforementioned type.
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You know the type. Quick with a sneer. Quicker with a smirk. Quickest to the reflexive. Quickening to be jerks: "morons in need of attention," chronicalled in lore, and every bit as damagingly retro as those they think they prosecute, read rather persecute.
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Leaping to the reactionary, these are unrepentantly authoritarian. Science is with them, eh?The type perhaps consider themselves as intelligently designing, ironically, and a jewel in there own creation's crown. Reductionist Meme-nazis by another name and smelling as sweet as a spent cannister of ETH B? Hey... what are you when you're making lists and checking them twice subsequent to getting the group mind "right."

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Remembering, well, that the pointing of one finger implies three pointing back at self... ...I have to say that where anxious ideologues were amusing at best and tedious at worst... lately they become dangerously regressive and a prevaricating homage to earlier times... not even existing "THEN," ironically enough. Real history is mystery.
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Feh. The only thing that should not be tolerated in this day and age is rank intolerance.
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Read on.

Heaven Falls

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The loosest of cannons and not real cordial, I wheel and turn down a course I see medial. This game that we play is pretty primordial. Your denial of it is insentient – asphyxial.
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There is drama played out on the fringe of our lives! "Fringe" freshens the lifestyle, reviews proscribed archives.
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Still, some cook it with dung. You eat it with chives? For some life’s a curse, but for you? Life’s a crime.
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See, we're kept unjustly insulated from prices really paid. These won't report the *bad* news of the struggle or the fray. They keep us in cocoons of gauze, our fear they would "allay"; they have lulled us into stupor with their "media array."
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You think you're getting real news from monolithic letters! CBS, or NBC are Faux-news hounds "go-getters"! CNN's reality is buried in their blotters? Like say, the death and degradation of your own good sons and daughters?
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We make the Earth très angry when we treat her like... ass-paper... Yes... ...Some gaily scrape ruined pores with same ... real raw hemorrhoidal gapers. Ones *truth* has cant beyond all bounds – check your local rag snooze-paper! The stories you might like to know are bird-caged, wasted paper!
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Like, how about cheap energy that would make our homes like castles? Obliterate your anxiousness with much of life’s cruel hassles? Increase worth and independence, in leaps, or bounds, and passels... ...But that’s the news that’s hidden, see? ...As you and me? Mere vassals!
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T00, it chaps my ass, their disregard, for insulted sensibility. To reinvent cop/doc/law shows... and so remind us their divinity. They report the real news with their sneers of incredulity; they fill chic ads with UFO’s to distend our gullibility.
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I’m shouting to an empty house, I’ve idly been thinking. Ignored, perhaps reviled — in some morass, quickly sinking. It matters not indifference provoking sneers unblinking. It’s a lavish praise you’d heap on me that would surely start me sinking!
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...Yet you've moaned I have no answers, just a hypnotizing rhyme! Though, I blow away your *bullshit* cards, and I throw mine down in time. Your protest is self-serving – that's as plain as truth sublime. Just *Cop* to truth, is all I’m saying, and the rest falls into line.

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


America, her heartless cruel,
Her policies of pain . . .
She's crippled millions needlessly...
So just a few can gain.

America, America…
God? Hear my mourning plea.
Please help her see a light of truth…
From sea to shining sea...




...The Alien View – The view that takes the "you" out of the equation. Oh yes and verily, fellow traveler, it’ll put a *spell* of sedition on you! ...And you know what it is about sedition!
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Right, that any alternative offered would be intelligently preferred as a "choice of better practice"... is not the point even as it is exactly the point! This alternative remains to be contrary to the status quo... whatever the status quo's inferiority; howsoever obvious is same!
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Concurrently, compared to the rest of the world the US sucks up a *share* of world resources that, by far and away, exceeds what it gives back to... well, anything, or anybody, frankly, but for the aforementioned few — that vast minority! The world pays so we can play! Why, we Americans should incur more rank enmity, pay a higher and higher price for complacency as that goes on, and have. ...And shall it would seem.
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We must likely, if righteously, pay a premium for disrespecting the rest of the world as much as we have. For example, we should be leading humankind's effort in the matter of ufological disclosure, but remain, in fact, its biggest hurdle. We provide other hurdles to the rest of the world... ...exsqueeze me — ufological disclosure?
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Do I detect a smirk? Remember it, is my sole admonition.
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See, if you lived over a guy with a bad headache, would you continue to practice your tap dancing? The Alien View observes that many of us are doing just that. Indeed, presume a right to continue to do so...

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I would just as soon, not, for myself. See, I do know misery shared is decreased where joy shared conversely performs a most joyous inverse...
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Is that the reason for a pretty thundering silence on raised issues... Inviting any C&C, excluding, of course, "end rhymes" (...heard that one.) — ultimately justified poetic jibes at the arrogance of intelligence used by others like it was a psychopathic weapon… You'd begrudge me even that?
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These songs do aspire to be a song for the greatest denominator — hence the end rhymes. They are songs, folks. Don't be snotty or trifle to sneer at their proffered sincerity — it's de-constructive. This is forgetting I'll eat your literary face for it when I can.
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These songs are ironically the result —not, I challenge, a cause— of mechanisms I believe in stealthy operation to the detriment of all. These are psychopathic mechanisms of trust betrayal and crimes of obfuscation, it would seem, perpetrated against humanity by an aggregate *officialdom* cited in the prosery above! My songs are merely one self-aware individual's reaction to these mechanisms and psychopaths making use of them… I make no apology.
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See, my songs are provoked chronicles on suspected inconsistencies of officiality. They are poems critical of self-serving institutions perpetuating their heinous authoritarian inflexibilities. They are disciplined raps regarding the courageous acknowledgement that there is in fact an awareness of cowardly auspices and prevaricating education systems among other errant support systems... These are devices and mechanisms of deceived persons falsely believing they make informed consent regarding the content of miserable lives unsuspecting that their trust is betrayed… but don't get me started. LOL!
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...That might have seemed a little maniacal. I can't apologise.
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See, I'd read recently from one of the more obliviated "juice-suckers" bagged and cognitively boggy blogs... (whew!) ...that there were "some things more important than UFOs"!
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He (She, it?) suggested this seriously asphyxiated and unthinking clunker... even as he (She, it?) self-propounds as the epitome of logical balance and educated sensibility — not the dilettante mooks crippled with unearned hubris like these actually are.
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...Talk about "morons in need of attention."
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Let's all change course, understandably, and take an embracing leap of interrogative conjecture! Let's test the soundness of the preceding idea... a thought experiment, if you will...
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Resolved: ...that there are some things more important than UFOs.
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Well then, presume for a moment that there actually were intelligently occupied UFOs in the skies above after all...
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Yeah yeah yeah...Just go along you tedious CSIcopionic-klasskurtxoid! Even for you, an imaginationally challenged, fearfully lurking, and intellectually constipated cogni-mooker... your *evidence*, such as it would have to be for you, is in your hand... ...Warp drives, alien heads, ray-guns... whatever it takes to float the receding horizon of your shallow-draft evidentiary boat! You have your "evidence" such as it must come to be and so you must "believe" if you have any back-bone or integrity at all!
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...Uh, if you can't do this for the purposes of the argument? Then we can stop right here because we have already defined your problem... and please to run don't walk to the nearest clinic and get yourself sterilized so we can preclude the continued potentiality of your dodgy contribution to even the shallow end of the gene pool... and thanks for playing, not!
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...UFO are real, then, for the purpose of argument. Just the way a host of lettered and credible persons has found them to be. They are real. Real as death or taxes, in fact, more real than death and taxes, actually. Therein lies the problem... but I digress.
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Real UFOs conjectured, landing on the White house lawn, abducting citizens, sharing their choice of technologies, buzzing our military bases... ...or eating our heads...
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...What remains in our previous affairs more important than the occupants of these UFOs?

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Which of our previously presupposing concerns remains to take its prerequisite's precedence? What imagined slight between Catholic, Protestant, Moslem, and Jew does not whither away to irrelevance in the cold hard light of a ufological reality?
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Given UFOs? It's everything ELSE must come to individual adjustment. Love and hate, War and peace, God and the Devil. Everything else. Everything. E V E R Y T H I N G...
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I think that's GOOD news, forgetting it also, sadly, keeps the *mainstream* giggle-bumpers up... s'ok... verily these bumpers fray!
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See, we're like a bunch of BCE (Before Common Era) south pacific islanders of early generation on the cusp of our discovery by *others*. Their (our) island is abruptly surrounded by an elder civilizations of a —we can only hope— refined sociality and seemingly magical technology? They (we)... slowly begin to realize that they (we) are going to have to take a different path... to self-esteem and self-actualization than they (we) had heretofore presumed. Eh?
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They'd (we'd) better!
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A lesson learned from the Matrix film series? Harsh reality is preferable to pre-programmed sky-pie that won't pay off in something "real"... something that pays the aggregate rent, for your trouble, in a system where the individual has an informed consent!
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Experiment over. What did you discover?
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Now: consider the legion of sincere and intelligent persons who have already made that aforementioned ufological leap and are waiting with dwindling patience for the ardently inappropriate sea-anchor pelicanist to make the leap himself (...herself, itself...). No.
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...Uh-uh....
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...Nothing, no thing... is more important to humanity than a resolution of the ufological issue and a statesman-like, of needs, political approach to same. No thing. Everything else is mere reaction and distraction to that I'm compelled to think.
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Too, the rewards for our bravery, I suspect, are greater than the risks — which are inevitable anyway! That's good news I feel, still. It's honesty and self respect on the way back. ...Feels good and smells better!
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This resolution is necessary even with a seemingly unlikely opposite outcome! The truth... though heaven falls, after all. Solid ground of informed consent on which to build.

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Truth, though heaven falls? There are better heavens, I suspect, ones we could make for ourselves right now if we wished, if we but chose to. A kingdom truely at hand.
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Not a "believer", remains I can believe. Additionally, "I can think, and I can wait." ...See you there!

My Forbidden Books Stack

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Look... ...floating gently ... that washboard of cloud? This signifies singing, a tone, a low sound. It’s music to whales; a song of the earth... will it reconcile, somehow, my fate and my birth?
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Where is that land in a world held dear? A land with abundant potential, sans fear? A land that is fecund, untrammeled, and graceful. A land where we find what rebukes the distasteful....
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I swim a mean sea with a contrary feeling. This sea's self-absorbed and is petulance squealing. The water is cold, has but few warming currents, and whirlpools rule with elitist's endurance.

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Awash in this sea of an old party line, I notice some things with a conscience refined. It’s salty this sea, with the tears of stressed billions. ...Many cook with cow dung ...so the few can have trillions.
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I’m not calling the capitalist, or the one who has better... a skunk, or a thief, or invalidly lettered! It’s good to be rich – we’re honed to drive to it! ...But make folks pay dear, mind ... we find that you blew it!
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Now, look at the persons who do the right works. These reinvest in people... are not psychopaths and jerks! ...These are folk knowing they don’t have a thing but what workers below them... have with them to bring!
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So what might we gain if we left this "salt water"? If we crawled out on land, and loosed the "old halters"? With Moslem on one side, and Jew on the other? Perhaps, neighbors and friends, co-protectors... ...new brothers!
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And what of the sisters who preceded the men-folk? Well, we honor their courage ... the past was a sick joke. They are half of the team, and likely, the best half. ...And I’m blowing no smoke... just wheat from the chaff.
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Now, CNN smirks with talking head bimbos... that hundreds of thousands see "balloons" from their windows! They are so tongue and cheek , suggesting the ludicrous, *uncaring*, ... afraid, self-serving ... injurious!
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Well ... I’ve seen the film they don’t show on TV! It was running (unwatched?) at a conference for free! It ducked into clouds, below roofs, behind buildings! This hard motion picture was consistently thrilling!
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Why don’t they show all the good stuff on television? Because next comes accounting and pissed inquisition! Yes, what a fine inquest it would make – it could be! To drain the "pus pockets" of Roswell, or Kennedy!
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There’s someone who knows what the past has been hiding... buried in landfills they shall not confide in. It matters, or not, that your kid's getting cancer? They’ve found their true happiness; they’ve found all their answers!
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They write it off, puling, that effects on the people would freak all the good folk to question their steeples! See, they’re the ones freaked when mere *people* survive! They lose their advantage and all they contrive!
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...But I’m safe, for the moment, in a spot that I’ve found. It’s the place where I study, and write, or make sound. It’s found in the text book never read and sold back; The facts of real history: my forbidden books stack!

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

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Oh yeah! There are forbidden books, and papers – books and papers you’ve seen bandied about here, some of them. ...Books that talk about the...
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. . : : -- ~ gobsmackingly outre and unrelentingly twitchy~ --: : . .

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... stuff... ...and you can SEE Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, even UFOs I suspect (as no thing is immune from provenance), for what they are: tiny twigs sprouting from what came before.

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Should the twig nurture hatred for the branch of that twig's very issue? Is it written in stone that son must hate father and father, son. You'd think so.
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The books from the forbidden index to which I allude are forbidden because they make for inconvenient reading. Not uncomfortable for the reader so much, but the persons advantaging themselves of a persons ignorance of the stunning contents of that conjectured reading. The status quo loves your ignorance.

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...Just when you thought you had stuff figured out, eh?
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You're provoked to find yourself checking the roots of your own obsessions. Some of these obsessions (many of them?), perhaps not so surprisingly, come up with little “tilt” signs, flashing their electronic graphemes of “Game Over,” “Divide by Zero error,” or a “Blue-Screen of Death.” Credibilities of God, religion, country, institution, government, and agency are quick to come into question. The status quo hates questions.
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Ever listen to fundamentalist Christians talk about UFO’s? They’re not a good thing with the bible brandishing crowd. No sir, they don’t like ‘em ... not one bit. Ever wonder why that is!

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...Sedition by any other name would smell as sweet, reader. The Status Quo hates alternatives.
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What is the true sin of the Giants who walked the earth? ... That they saw the “daughters of men and found them fair” after all? Or, maybe these "giants" thought men themselves were getting a raw (...hearty giggle at the understatement...) deal from the 'establishment', and threw in with them, incurring the awful rage of them they had, perhaps righteously, betrayed? The status-quo hates dissent... even if it's righteous. ...Especially if it's righteous.
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Dominion is misinterpreted "stewardship," frankly, not "slumlord." Lot’s wife was turned into a pillar of mist, not salt. What else did King James, a bad son, a horrible man, a cheating husband, an horrific father, and an egregious King —forgetting his deleterious psychopathic tradition subsequently continued— get wrong when he approved the *translated* bible as his device for new political control? Is this when the bible became a list of talking points? I digress.
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What do you have wrong, reader? And what have I?
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...Finding out is a step up.
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Read on.

...Justifying Our Quarantine...

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A buddy of mine is trying to quit... ...The lying embrace of tobacco. He’s fit to be tied, madder than spit, and pounding the chubbier tacos.
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He’s slapping his pockets for matches or lights. He’s avoiding old friends like the plague. He’s quicker to upset, more willing to fight; mere "comments" are seen as red flags.
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I quit long ago, the smoking, I mean. Though, I still have my own “Nick” addiction. I’ll live without lips in the worst of my dreams, still cursed with *their* lying affliction!
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Cursed by the man in the "house on the hill." Cursed by unsavory investors. Cursed by big business, bloated and shrill. Cursed, especially, by evil... adjudicators!
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What’s this to do with our "watchers from space"? Why talk about this here? Well, what would you think of a life form, for instance... that fed on its own —flaccid— rear!
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See that’s the way watchers find us, I bet — the stronger preying on the weaker? We’re vapid, short-sighted, gravid with pus — at the whim of these predating freakers.
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Too we’ve given our doctors a weapon against us. They who prescribe nicotine at a premium! And what of antacids they sell at cost *plus*? Aren't doctors awash in *our* media’s encomium!

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The watchers were watching in baffled befuddlement when John Swinton took the podium — a little high? He told the —black— truth in a flash of astonishment! For this he’s admired, and by some, most despised.
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This is the media as paid by tobacco... who made billions running their ads! They made billions more, then, incognito... ...When they didn’t report it as deadly, or bad!
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We’re caught in the throes of their monstrous addiction. You could call it a legal cartel. For decades we’ve suffered egregious attritions. I’m for pushing a button... to send them to HELL!

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alienview@adelphia.net
www.AlienView.net
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...They do seem to be ~so~ enjoying the trip!
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Christ, but how can someone profit from all this misery? Where’s your money, brothers and sisters? Are you an investor in the misery? Do you toil and travail to keep so much of it around you?
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...Bet you don't... why would you. It's not in your best interest.
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But... ...it's hard not to be the facilitator of evil when you regularly take a prescription antacid you don't need, or a scripted cholesterol drug which is superfluous. Medically? We saw off a finger on our right hand and try to grow its replacement on our left...
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Really ...in a mandatory choice between corporate lawyers (et al?) and mosquitoes... sincerely... push a mere button, and they all go away? I would have to save the mosquitoes for better assurances I was doing the right thing, you know?
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“Wait, you idiot, they’re human beings”!

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No... No, my friend. No, they are ~not~... they are reptiles predating on the reader's parents and their children.
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Oh damn, I cleaned out Congress, too... ...and most of the Supreme Court... and a goodly portion of the Executive Branch... ...well, let’s do it right this time. Let's SEE if what goes around comes around!
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Doctors? Police Officers? Any closed or semi-closed Institution having a hit television series produced about it – beware! There are buttons for varieties of ~you~, too.
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All that said, the "Watchers" are aghast...
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"They ~feed~ on themselves!" Watchers wonder, "What would they feed on if we let them out here"?
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This Just in: Jimmy Carter says there's no doubt in his mind that Al Gore was elected president of these United States eight years ago...
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If true, and how could it not be? Bless you, sir.
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Read on!

...What Guts Tell You...

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Arcturus is that star who glimmers subtlety in the evening, and he shares a page of mythos with the night. Like the watching eye of tenders who officiate the sky, he glimmers pastel colors, soft, but bright.
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Some twenty times the size of sol, he's a beacon in the sky. He’s part of honest history, or... the sum of those who’ve died. Fusing helium to carbon, he prepares to launch in death... more elements conducive to ourselves, and that's no stretch.
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Now, a breeze would tousle grasses of an aging spring expired, like the wine sweet effervescence in a flower. In the sky above our heads a spinning timeless sweep of space... ...Too, Bootes is watching bears revolve, empowered.
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As the night bird's sonic singing has no feathers, that canopy of stars provides no shield... There's naught to keep us safe against our night fears; we fear insentient power we don't wield.

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We’re the thinking part of water,
And could be taking better care
Of a cradle made a cesspool,
Or our home in sad repair.

“Global warming’s total bullshit,”
Said a person in my car,
But my mind was on some friendliness
So I didn’t take it far...

...Except to say , “I hope you’re right,”
And my professors have been looney.
...Cray computers model tripe,
And disaster’s "looming hooey."

I hope your birds do sweetly sing
In greens, and golds, and browns.
Too, never have we cause to fret...
For dying, hapless towns.

The sky has lost it’s robin’s egg.
Still, the saucers haunt the sky.
And the History Channel asks the kids
“Are there UFO’s, and why?”

Their report was: kids don’t buy it.
They’re not believing in...
What’s lurking in the shadows
Of their father’s bosses’ *friends*.

And they sure don’t cop at college...
Where they snort a rightist's blend.
They won’t question their *convictions*,
And they’d sooner break then bend...
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...But now the evening is upon me; the sky ascends to purple. The stars wink on at random... ...colored fire! Arcturus shepherds night, the bear observer burning bright... a witness to the history not conspired.


alienview@adelphia.net
www.AlienView.net


Good God, but that one could presume we were able to find a way to stay off each other’s ass!

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But... (Yeah, I know; you smelled one coming...) ...if I was hearing this forthcoming *message* from anywhere else, I’d give consideration regards stepping off to let a sleeping dog lie, awhile.
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The message?
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"There is no *cosmic* conspiracy, in the first place, and errant persons who suspect same are infected with the dreaded "M" cubed disease. This is to say, simply, that they are deliberately Misleading, credulously Mislead, or Mentally ill..."

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Lying, stupid, or sick, to be "John Rimmer" plain.
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Predictably, given the ilk in practice of this meme, there are no alternative choices. Zero, zip, nada and uh-uh. Nothing's outside the box, move along... a non-elected leadership is appropriately forthcoming, show's over folks... and our institutions don't betray our trust, nothing happening here...

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Right.
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The previous sentence is patent nonsense to any with-it person who has seen a UFO, read Richard Dolan, Bruce Maccabee, or Stanton Friedman et sig al... ...or just ask Richard Hall about the betrayal endured from trusted institutions betraying trust. He's been salvoed on multiple levels by same for decades. Still, like a true warrior philosopher, he perseveres... I digress.
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Forget the legion of mighty ufological soldiers and the shoulders on which you may confidently stand for a moment, reader... shoulders supporting a contingent of cited justification for very real conspiracies of all types... just to start.
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...What is your gut feeling, reader? Are you getting an informed square deal from mainstream media, the military industrial complex, and your*elected* leadership? Too, are these entities remotely incapable of ponderous obfuscation, predatory self-interest, and criminal chicanery? What do your guts tell you, sir and madam, and go with that.
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Gargantuan Pharm? Toxic Chemicals? Mendacious Petroleum? Co-opted Media? Corporate Government? Duplicitous Medicine?
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Are these behemoths remotely concerned with the best interests of those travailing individuals who heat the behemoth's very water, fight its wars, fix its toys, clean its messes, and suffer its, at best, ready disrespect or insincere patronization? Uh-uh, after a while, folks, they're just pissing on your leg and don't even CARE that you know it's not rain.
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Jeez -- was that another digression? Great! I love those things! J.D. Salinger points out that that's where the honest reality is actually happening. Everything else is just a bluster... a meaningless and embarrassing facade awaiting the next stock-taking and so useful digression.

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Ooops! Did it again!
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Back at the ranch... ...Please remember: an entity, be it governmental, institutional, or departmental, who can dump PCBs into your drinking water and then cover it up, cripple an official investigation into it, and then not report the aftermath... is capable of lying and distorting about much worse than that... Isn't that what your guts would tell you?
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...And don't be surprised at the pompous vituperation you can incur as a result of going with your gut in the matter, as I have. Just having the suspicion alone is enough to invite the dismissive smears, canted logics, and derisive hoots of conflicted elitists... even those likely pretending a mantle of respectability, scholarship, and common sense... eh, FASTWALKER?
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Who else resents being employed in the manner of a casually misused implement brandished about like a pitchfork in the hands of a psychotic maladroit. I've recently read where individual facility in a sick society does not speak well of the overall health of that individual...
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Yeah... a truth-seeker must of needs stay well informed to preclude the shenanigans of the sold-out kool-aid drinker... however "well intentioned"... and folks, think about it. You looking out to me and saying I'm a crazy conspiracy nut may be decidedly worse than me looking back and calling you a juice-sucking coward, even if the "shoe fits." I digress again.
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I’m in the possession of a text book giving all indication things are worse than you even suspected, good reader. I read it again recently for about the 150th time... ...Just another liberal pule and the product of a liberal education system? I think not!
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Key words are “cognitive dissonance”, and “Lies my teacher told me...” I've remarked on this book before on the "AlienView Explained" page, and it is the kind of book that begins to sandbag your ufological levee even as it has nothing to do with UFOs. See, it remains to point out that there's a lot of money involved to officiating the status quo... and UFOs, whatever they might be, are about an alternative entity not beholden or controlled by our default *officiators*.
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The staus quo abhors an alternative. UFOs and their supposed "occupants" may be outstanding in that capacity — nes't-ce pas?
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Lies My Teacher Told Me is a book about re-writing or misreporting the history to support the conveniently approved cant preferred and endorsed later on, but using it on the children et al to indoctrinate and manipulate them... ...a docile "employee production" at the expense of producing, instead, critical thinkers. I was there, folks, and understand how it has been going on since the beginning. Yeah — maybe totalitarian regimes do this as a matter of course, but what's not reported is that we are guilty of this ourselves in America. Think not? Read something that's not a propaganda, pilgrim.
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We were just starting to come out of it, too... [heavy sigh...]
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Is it any wonder that history (school) is almost universally hated by our children. They know it's bull-squeeze even if they can't articulate why.
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...I say all this, patient reader, knowing that I can get so far up a persons nose that they can feel my boot heels on their chin... ...but I gotta write my conscience friend...
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...Unlike my piqued, canted, and neo-conic opposition: scheming scolds recently pandering around loudly and seemingly "oh so sensibly" to a community they would love to firm up into a "base"? Right, Squidward?
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...I've got that conscience to which I have alluded above.
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Read on...