Saturday, June 27, 2009

Those Smirks & Sneers


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The future for all of us is all open ended. There is all the potential for limitless choice. But we're stunted, and covered and kept where life's filtered ... yes, much more controllable! Just, without informed choice.
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The stuff we have *learned* is an ax grinding dodge! Our History's "written" for the grace of a few. Grammar and High School were tools of the landed... ...They would break, bind, and chain us... before they were through.
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Yes, while whining that their struggle was "in everyone’s best interest." Whining that they "knew best," and were "guidance, God bestowed." Whining that the richest are indeed "maligned minority." Whining that "mere rats" are thieving treasured pleasure domes.
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...Read some Vallee; study Marrs; gleen some Hancock; view some Sitchin. They refute the errant pablum that is "school." There IS, verily, all manner of conspiracy afoot! A fraction of our populace surely plays the rest for fools!
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James Loewen describes it as cognitive dissonance: a behavior that's hobbled, tied up, or constrained. Truth's confrontation hurts the old bottom line ... So, keep kids in the dark, as adults... ...they’ll be trained.
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...And what is this, this disrespect... to lie, mislead... malfease, but to keep an errant status quo promoting this disease.
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The "truth"? It may be horrible ...too horrible for real, but it festers 'neath the scab by which it's covered. So, to keep us in the dark ... without some honest reason ... is to cripple our cognition so a truth is not recovered!
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It's the life blood of our nation, then; to connive and to conspire? It's politics as usual that would fan us into flame? It's the richest and their *interests* that must fuel our culture's power, while the poorest bear the unjust heat, and their children take the blame?
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...And where do the richest get off, do you think? Haughtily sneering at those who till soil? Those truly building the ~world~ of these rich; but buried alive to the neck in its toil.
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Those who scrape and hoard their pennies... they're too tired for revolution; they're enduring misled lives fearing "God" and "evolution"!
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These fuel the richest's pampered lives! These have built their institutions! These pump and heat the very water of the privileged… These are, in stunning fact, its constitution!
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So where’s the sneering come from... when a *lord* beholds his *serf*? The peasant is an underling? His eyes best in the dirt?
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Beneath concern or cruel contempt? A "convenient" lot for service? A knob on which to place the foot? The well abused made nervous.
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...A useful grease for your convenience that you use up like old socks. Some one without the where-with-all to complement your stocks
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Well these "poorest" have the "richest", then, assaulting draining breasts... and these *rich* are sucking hard those straining nipples!
They prosecute a turmoil for positions on our teat, while they work their deeds to keep our spirits crippled!
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What's this do do with UFOs? You shouldn't have to ask. It's all about the "status quo." What hides in that tall grass?





This goes for anyone who looks down their nose as a matter of reflex.
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This is for anyone with a proud look.
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This is for anyone who sneers.
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This is for anyone with a canted smirk.
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This is for anyone who wrongly detests the working stiff holding them in his or her providing arms, and manufacturing their complete convenience out of thin air — you lofty, sneering, clueless, and non-appreciative Elite!
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Conversely?
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Have respect for the builders/maintainers of your world, and we may lose our fear and mistrust of you — we may begin to learn a respect for you... ...a respect you'll never experience, you sullen privileged, as more and more human beings slip into undeserved, abject and inescapable squalidness presently facilitated! A squalidness YOU impose... illegitimately. A unrequired squalidness you encourage, at your peril, in the final analysis...
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...I guess the plan then is to herd them all into church, where they get their minds right — or butcher them in civil wars, unjust wars, or senseless wars... why?
So Neil Boortz can have a spot in Dick Cheney's pleasure bunker?
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…It's all so avoidable.
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Jeez — what the hell am I talking to you for?
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Paris? How in HELL can you look at yourself in a mirror, girl? Who pays so you can play, eh, Ms. Hilton?
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...nice shoes...
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...Send
Richard Hall a phat check, would you? There's a girl. It'll knock a few degrees off the temperature of the hell to which you consign yourself, eh? Thanks.
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Saturday, June 20, 2009

You Know This To Be True!





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Everything has its own special significance. Most watch the "show" from their comfortable chairs. The vain are consumed by their own "contributions." Some are wasting in dim hallways; some are falling down dark stairs...
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All are head up and locked in their
cognitive dissonance. All nurture a hatred for those whom they fear. All shore up the walls of their pampered enclosures. All driving their autos... discarding what's dear...
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I’m watching the best, then, give in to despair. They're declaring a tragic surrender. There is always tomorrow, a truth it could bring? Still, insulted by scant recompense, they're betrayed by glad pretenders...
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...See, the air is filled with *laughter* that is whistled past the graveyard, by those insisting *science* understands! Those who, then, restrict themselves to *scientistic* mindsets...
which are shallow little channels in such narrow little bands.
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The Cosmos stares unblinkingly, and not the least contrite. Its message is that quantum leap, beyond your mere indifference, beyond your white-bread life!
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One hundred thousand *
chances* in this galaxy alone! ...A huge dark room we sit in marking time! We have the smallest candle lit… alive in inky blackness, though it flickers in the shallow breath of those who'd stop our climb!
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We wrongly think we crown creation — a capstone of "God's will"? Our *dominion* is misunderstood — wrong minded! We whistle past our graveyards, friend, too deep in debt to science; ...I suspect that crown exists where science shall not find it!
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See, it's not the "bee's knees," and it's not the "cool beans"... ...that it sells itself to *each'n every* mote! Traditionally, to solve one "problem" creates more "problems," still! Strict adherence to it’s *guidelines* wraps its fingers 'round our throats!
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It’s not the "science" anyway, it's the men who say they practice it: the ones who plant disease to watch effect? The ones who profit hugely, their expenses lacking ethics... ...The ones enthusiastic as they add you to their list.
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It's time to wrest control away from those who've always had it. It's time to live our moments... as we will! It’s time to "give away" now what's secured enormous profit... It’s time for individuals to embrace the future's thrill!
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...Now I cannot pretend, myself, that I'm absolved of shame... I have ever been that "coward" same as you, but we'd never get the answers sought, or remotely understand them... it's the trip to answers! Questions! This you knew!



Also known are all the little Stepford Students (SS neo-intelligentsia) who sit silently in their university classrooms, content just to merely PLAY that they are attending college and accessing world affairs. You disgust me because you don't disgust yourselves.
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"Marketplace of Ideas"? Bah & Clapkatrap — second-order male bovine fecal matter of the last wash! Critical thinking's bastion? Not when a mawkish piss-wit like GWB can make it successfully out the door with his purloined bit of legacy sheepskin... Who can trust the critical thinking of criminals in training?
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These waste the investment of their tuition and their slack-jawed professors let them do it, reward them for it even! People starve and suffer as these spiritlessly artless wastrels, et al, get their phony-baloney and increasingly useless *tickets* punched — squanderers! Mendacious Meat-puppets! Reproductionist Nose-bubblers! Self-made Shallow-brows! Soulless philistines! Artless drones.
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Your anger? ...Directly proportionate to how well you fit the description, Skippy... My anger? Provoked and facilitated apart from myself. I am tasked. These task me.
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See, those who proclaim that government trumps anarchy puts too much faith in government and not enough responsibility for the anarchies they handily provoke themselves — a result of their duplicitous and authoritarian intransigence! There is no Communism, reader, without a robber-baron's unrestricted capitalism first having it's foot on the neck of haplessly abused individuals. ...No feminazi without some righteous chauvinist insisting first on
clitoral mutilation... ...some would dare to call it "female circumcision"... there is an officious foot on some suffering neck at the start, always!
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Those I address won't understand that they have lost all concept of what government is all about... which discounts the efficacious success of any government. Our government is composed, ostensibly, of individuals we "vote" (a quaint expression, I conclude, eh reader?) to represent us... be our eyes, ears and... ...our hand on the tiller of state and society! We are a
representative government in a republic... or were.
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A government that doesn't try to be transparent... ...in fact endeavors furiously to be secretive, closed, and obscure... ...control the media propagandistically? Such a government is not the representative government of a republic, reader. It remains only to be a dissembling sham and a costly hypocrisy... Consequently, we have a right, and according to Thomas Jefferson ...a DUTY to revolt against it! To replace it, righteously, with "something else."
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Do we, embroiled in the ignorance of such things, expect no less from China or North Korea and consider their populations cowards for not revolting themselves?
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..."Some secrets still need to be kept"? Yes. Though, on reflection... No!
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The seeming reasonable-ness of this slippery concept of "necessary secrecy" has been so sullenly abused by our *representatives* —they have betrayed their bestowed trust so often and so egregiously— that they have lost any right to throw down that particular flag, now, for any reason!
Not without oversight.
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Consider, Duty, honor, and country only works when people are performing similar duties, share equal honor, or are served by the same transparent government. ...Can't say there's a whole lot of that going on these days... can you?
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Such a government as portrayed, reader, is not the "eyes and ears and hand on the tiller" one had presumed... ...and is instead the antithesis of same! It is an ABOMINATION of same!
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Presently our *eyes* and *ears* lie unabashedly, collectively, and serially to us in the profound neo-secrecy. Why? They've presumed to follow the money? This must be hardwired into a corrupted culture! They only tell us what we want to hear, or distract us with their dross ... without a thought to what results, or what it finally costs? Sorry, that just slipped out... I digress...
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...It's like our own eyes and ears lie to us, more over time (forgetting
they heat the water slowly for we "wee little froggies"), and folks start tripping over furniture in their own homes, can't find the car or the stove, or even hear their babies crying. Disjunct insanity rampant. War and rumors of wars... ...all the self-fulfilling-prophesy-stuff gone mad... and despite this senseless creation of our own problems with our overweeningly prideful selves, and perhaps even at the provenance of same (my suspicion) ...are enigmatic objects patently "ignored" by those self-same *eyes* and *ears*... UFOs. The biggest story of all.
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Representatives in a lawful republic are transparent public servants, reader. They are that servant in every sense of the word. Their agents are employed in our service and they are our servants too. They are trusted agent, reliable mediator, steadfast negotiator, or sterling instrument of our good will. Or, they should be. They are not.
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...They report, you decide? That's right. We can't decide effectively without the truth and transparency. We cannot give an informed consent without same!

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See, they don't have the option of telling us only what they want us to hear, or not telling us what they don't want us to hear. That's not in the bylaws. Ultimately, you only stumble around in your own homes deaf, dumb, and blind as a result! You know this to be true.
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Y o u _ K n o w _ T h i s _ T o _ B e _ T r u e !
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Hey! Isn't your informed consent what you pay for? It's up to you, you know. One of the secrets, by the way,
they try to keep from you:
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Your actions are significant, there are more important things beyond *fitting-in* at all cost, and that the kingdom really is at hand... ? ...and not just a hijacked myth of wide-tied, hypocritical, and plate-passing bible-flailers... ...and the psychopathic neo-cons who parasite on that hate-mongering *Christian Command Structure*, reader!
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The Kingdom... ...At hand... ...and likely nothing like we'd ever think it'd be... which is a good thing. ...And that's YOUR experience... isn't it reader?
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Growing up... ...did anything monumental ever turn out like you'd think it would? Why would entrance into a Galactic community be any different? With regard to that cosmic community,
this blog has tried to make clear why it would be more astonishing if it wasn't so...
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Presently, we're galloping down the road to a soulless police state... think we're not?
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The new world order in not worth that. Why, it's not worth the sacrifice of one individual... and these precious jewels are squandered like discarded grease every day of our lives.
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We'd see this... ...but the devil of
cognitive dissonance has us by our shredding shirttails.
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Students?
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It's time. Respect yourself to be respected. Don't facilitate respect's dearth. Don't reward respect's withholding. Don't support a disrespectful paradigm. Refuse errant opprobrium for same. You hold higher ground.

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I'll do the same... along with you. See, they tell you how it is for them, and not how it is for you. This is why you must choose not to participate in their definitions of things. Those definitions serve them, you see; they don't serve you. Command the language, and command.
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Read on...








Sunday, June 14, 2009

Your Money's Worth


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Plugged in to what's *allowed* to us... through the Hubble's awesome eye? Why, stars are fried in neutron sleet! Such are visions we have spied! Smashing rocks in timeless chance are matters fueling movement's dance!
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...Where dance steps are languid the stars are festooned with garlands of space dust and skeptics lampooned. The concept of *anything's* found in these reaches, on orbiting planets... like sand on our beaches.
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...And out of these orbits —mysterious folk? These tempt and confuse us; perhaps, blowing smoke! Still, they hover and flutter alive in our skies... in spite of deception and government lies!
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Extant... is an omni-verse where folk must occur. It is filled with the possible! No thing is deterred. Conceived? It is FACT in that space... far from here? ...And more is un-thought of ... beyond weird... passed queer!
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I'm depressed that they're hidden in unexplained smoke! I'm uncheered they don't spill it, and just go for broke! I'm bemused they're not landing on everyone's lawn, on their stoops, in their kitchens, or on Washington Pond!
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To complacently ignore all this as irrelevant to life is to make a bad investment gaining interests pain and strife. It's the rarest news of any news... getting better with its age! BAD news, then, not at all... says an ancient page of clay...
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The Hubble's taking movies of titanic stars consumed... black holes sleep between their meals then flash when meals resumed! From fiery wombs of star-stuff stars are born as lucent babes, then ejected with toy planets they make life on — who's to say?
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...See, life is in abundance and far older than mere trust! Beyond complaining and explaining they're extant and... calling us! Must the meeting of two cultures, where advantage meets the one? Must the lesser in advantage take grim heat, and be undone?
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...And all of that considered, after looking through the Hubble, there is space enough to think about... to "not think" leads to trouble. Trouble's gone denied, my friend, remains before your eye... Your eye above the mountains where you see beyond the sky.




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www.AlienView.net
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I think I pay for an unfiltered look through that instrument ... what do you think you pay for, reader? Then one remembers they'd have to first respect us to allow us the unfettered, unsanitized, and unfiltered look. They'd have to educate us. They'd have to appreciate us. They would truly have to have our best interests at heart.
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How much respect should an individual be accorded as a matter of course? It would seem there must be some minimal amount. It is not equaled by that which must be demanded, and must it be so demanded?
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Win the lottery but lose your soul? You know what soullessness is, right? It is the loss of an ability to feel satisfaction of any type... all types... ...every type, I suspect.
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How about you, reader? Do you feel like you're getting the required respect or achieving requisite satisfaction? If not? Perhaps you can try to do what I try to do. It seems to help. As is justice demanded around you seems to help.
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Simply this: don't credit or enable that which disrespects you, don't reward or compensate that which fails to satisfy you. Withhold your vote, your sympathy, and your dollars. Deny it your essence, your support, and your consideration. Refuse it your concern, your regard, your facilitation. .

Indeed -- hold it beneath your contempt, concern, and consideration as you would any soul killer. The soul you save will be your own.
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Without regard to closed institution, dark agency, or psychopathic government let your conscience be in charge! To your own self... be true? Keep your own council? Demand your money's worth? There are a lot more of us than them... did you know that?
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...But for them we could heal the planet, feed the hungry, exist in a Utopian dream in a living ring around the sun... why, we'd bring the saucers down...
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Then — the fun really starts!
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"I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, who will live in our hearts forever... burned at the fundamentalist's stake for wanting his money's worth.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

...Ultimate Sedition...


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See, you said it! It happened! You only spoke truth! The opposite's unthinkable! I'd held you aloof. You parents, and teachers — my culture, or government; you got my attention —secured my involvement.
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You served it all up with the straightest of faces! You believed it yourself; now dissonance faced us. With a primitive sound, and occasional pictures, you employed your devices of half-truths and tincture.
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I bought into it, fine, as you played with my mind! I believed in whatever you said, you will find! I’m just a good citizen, and I’m paying my taxes to the best of ability – ain’t taking no chances.
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But, to tell you the truth? You now scare me silly. Your minds are all closed, and your countenance chilly. You don’t look around at the damage you cause, "Who pays while I play...," stands apart from your law.
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Why entranced by the "mainstream," I mistrusted the sky! Thank God for my Dad – "UFOs are alive"! Though hard ass, conservative, on Newt’s party line, even he could admit that the system's a crime.
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Mistrust of the sky is encouraged by those who are fired from Airlines for telling what shows! "Odd things in the sky must have rational meanings"... It then HAS explanation . . . you pretend you are dreaming!



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~You can safely buy in to what’s heard on the news!
~Too, believe what "good Catholics" report about Jews.
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~The bunkies are right, and the Earth needs no healing!
~There is an integrity! You —perceive— double dealing!
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~Blacks are all uppity, beyond their capacity,
~And women are flighty, unsmart ... no sagacity!
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~Chicanos are lazy, and Arabs are crazy. . .
~Poor white folks endure these indignantly lazy!
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~Rednecks must carry a gene for green teeth!
~Asians are plotting to take over our streets!
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~The government's trustful, its honor’s replete!
~Any fault cannot lie at MY lily white feet!


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Well, I've blasted on out with a new alien view,
Where "it just don’t add up", and what’s *hidden* is *true*.
College is hopeful, even filled with old commies
These know about books hard to share with your mommy!
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Yes, observing your flinching's a touchstone for me!
It's where I must look and then be off my knees!
Unravel all your ignorance like a tangled clutch of yarn,
Then weave new robes respectfully where truth contrives to darn...

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A literate veteran of foreign wars, a retired military officer, and a teacher with a certificate earned summa cum laude, at 60 I presume the right to bump gums. I'll take it in any case.



To begin, I would have been so much further along, now, but for an, albeit, absent early admission regarding the societal warts and chancres on a shared society's face. We all would have.



See, all I got were tediously boring and prevaricating stories regarding an unreachable, so unimpeachable, standard—a standard where America could do no wrong... even as we decidedly were!



These stories were woven of half-truths and outright distortions into dissembling garments, I suspect, that never really fit our National psychological profile! Not as predators and psychopaths living way beyond our means, by any means, but as that sweet example to the rest of the world, verily—as without fault as it was supremely compassionate.  These deceptive, disingenuous, and dissembling garments only gave the illusion of real clothing. Lies by another name and smelling, ultimately, as sweet. A cleaning bill comes due.



We’re naked, all of us, only thinking we wear rugged clothes. We hang from a thread, all and one... three meals from savagery and the artless cessation of all our pride and civility. Our rent is about to come due, too, I suspect.



All this "fearing and loathing" comes as a result of the social inconsistencies, institutional infidelities, and phony mainstream inculcations!  These are endured as a result of unending wars for profit, a rubber stamp electorate besotted with self-defining convenience, and stupefying educational practices (busily retarding souls and individualities).  Further fear and loathing is provoked by that aforementioned hijacked mainstream, and in at least two recent national elections: wide-spread vote fraud accused by the perpetrators of same and criminal conspiracy fostered by open-faced liars, unrepentant cheats, and hypocritical thieves.  That's a conservative estimation.  Time to pay?



Presently, this is a nation leaving its dead to rot in the sun for over a week before the world's revulsion gets a little activity started with regard to addressing suffering people's needs... I worry about our ability to "adapt and overcome" successfully in the looming and inevitable crisis approaching. How about you? Who's paying for lunch?



Me? I’m going to go to the tap right now, draw off a convenient clean glass of minimally potable drinking water, and make a point of savoring every astonishingly convenient drop.



"...And he did, too."



Enjoy your SUVs good people, but know your thought positive and enabling behavior is in the process of insidious betrayal even as you read these words.



UFOs — the ultimate sedition. In other words, ending on a positive note. Hey!  Maybe getting your heads eaten by aliens is preferable to getting your ass sawed off and handed to you in the guise of products you don't really want... or your children murdered, butchered, and then eaten, figuratively if not in actuality, by their own kind!



Folks? In order for that to be the reality you're going to have to buy in and continue to enable your abusers. You have to buy in. Your cooperation is required. Billions of bilious bucks are spent every day convincing you!



"Boom's away," folks, for a hard turn to port, 45 degrees to start... err to the port beam side if err one must.  Anything else is psychopathy.



UFOs... The ultimate sedition, folks. Why? Because admitting to them, even if in arrears, brings US closer together and gives us, further, a future of no small expansiveness. Indeed, this is a future where reach extends grasp... unendingly. That's my feeling, eh? Read on.