Sunday, May 31, 2009

...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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...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.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

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!