Sunday, April 25, 2010

...Don't Call It Obsession



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I digress to observe —don't call it obsession— I have few regrets, and I make few concessions... but I'm leery of those  —unconstrained and contrary— who hide in a blind which defines... arbitrary.

These are men in deep shadow you don't often hear. Their lives are a secret; they have the reins, clear? Wielding keys to the kingdom ... no concessions to guilt; they're the *man*, understand, and these *own* what you've built!

They obfuscate due process, put "fairness" on the run, and they "know" our jurisprudence as the means to use a "gun." They're traffic cops for bad guys — tell them when to stop... and go. They have written all the laws for their convenience... ...don't you know?

They write the laws to favor any way they make their call, so we find laws written, plainly, saying nothing much at all. Justice is illusion for the mass's rank and file — sneers a patronizing message fairly dripping smirking guile!

See, Ford now sits, sedated, in a washed-out, pink-walled room. A victim of indifference, he's remanded and entombed. He's living in a hell on Earth for those who wish him quiet. They say that he's a killer, friend, but don't believe; decry it!

It's true John Ford asked questions. It's true that he would write. It's true that he got up your nose; it's true he'd "fight the fight"! He made the toughest queries as he squeezed the "story" close, so facts aren't clear on why the *man* has got him mal-disposed.

He's incommunicado, if he "spoke" I hadn't heard; this man is in a silenced cage — the "man's" rodent or his bird.

It's true he may be guilty of this thing they've said he's done... but I'd lay you odds it's bat-squeeze, and go up from ten to one!




Maybe someone in our tres honorable community can explain why that self-same community is so ominously quiet on the subject of John Ford. No?

Do you think he's guilty? Really? ...How? Why? When? Where? If the minimally interested person tries to fill in these gaping holes? It doesn't happen... verily reader! It doesn't happen! The suspect "man's" strident admonitions with regard to Ford's guilt... dissolve like a night-fog in the light of summer's day...

Moreover, the facts of the Ford case do not strike you, Sir and Madam, as ridiculously contrived and smolderingly convenient for known criminals with long traditions of systemic corruption? These were Ford's opposition.  Official Criminals and Miscreants in a New York county famous for official criminals and miscreants!  Such is Suffolk County.

You don't think Ford got so far up someone's powerful nose that they surgically removed him to a place where they could casually but inevitably, and then thoroughly ... discredit him or, in other words, snuff him out like a guttering candle?

...You're next, pal, or pal-ette! Search your heart; don't take my word for it.

Throw me a bone of concern if, suddenly, I become quiet, reader ... appreciating, well, the reverence to which I would not be held. John Ford is in demonstrably worse straights endured now for over a decade.

Know this: I love life; I'm having a ball; depression and failure as reasons for my *alleged* suicide...? They are completely ludicrous.

The same applies if I am accused of putting radium in an imagined adversary's recreational enema bag or if I end up on Georgie Porgie puddin' & pie's very punitively prosecuted, "...no fly..." list!

...More on that later.

If I become quiet? Begin to wonder; begin to be more afraid. But, get mad ... now. It's time.

Write some letters, make some noise, talk to friends... ...stay within the confines of our *laws* and *constitution*, as useless as that advise appears to be... ...at present.  Read Jim Marrs.  He writes factually where his opposition only insults his, pretty sterling, character.  We all know what THAT means...
Consider... playing by the rules didn't seem to provide John Ford any protection. Real irony there.

Verily, Ford stood exponentially taller as an innocent grassroots American than have his prosecuting persecutors! His persecutors are scurvy knaves and psychopathic cads. They are, one begins to see, irresponsibly rich and injudiciously free. Ford rots so that this criminal rabble can breath... ...unconstrained... non-restricted, and well off their well-appointed knees.

Nothing is safe from the powerful arbitrary when he perceives a need to reach out and crush you like a bug in a bit of soiled tissue. Search your heart.  Power corrupts absolutely, always. 

Oh — by the way? I noticed a peculiar light low on the eastern horizon one predawn morning. It traversed a soundless single line flying due north, jet fast, off the usual airway (recall that I was a military aviator for 23 years). It flashed like a bright white strobe-light, but in a random fashion, though I saw it flash, once, a bright bluish RED strobe, then back to random frequency white. It appeared to jerk back and forth in a thumb's thickness as it traversed this single line, even accounting for false auto-kinetic movements, atmospheric refractions, or optical physiologies.

After traversing this single line for about forty-five degrees in my field of view? The light, inexplicably, blinked out...

There have been other revelations, reader... It's all a matter of putting in time watching the sky and doing a little of the old imaginational heavy lifting... you know?

Yeah. On my honor as a deacon in my own church of "It Ain't What You Think...", the same as any elected, pointedly non-appointed President, trusted friend, honored relative, Principal, or holy person?  Well, maybe not holy...

Read "ordinary"? Yeah, that's right. I am ...who I am... saying what I see while I'm seeing what I say... like so many, many others as overproduced, overexposed, and even overweening as I am seen to be by some...

Yeah yeah yeah... I hear the internal dialogue.  Restore John Ford!  Then we can talk.

Read on.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

...Autonomy At Hand...



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I've talked to a person been through the dark maze and into the keeps of the man. There are secrets, there buried, that would mean an autonomy for the holder so "blessed"... ...understand?

Why, you could power your house from a cigarette pack; you could power your car from the sun. You could power your way to the far starry reaches; you could power "autonomy," dependant on none.

It's said there are gadgets — fantastic machines! ...The stuff of sheer fantasy, the stuff of your dreams. A man who possessed them would be as a king, beholding to none with a new song to sing. A woman who had them could be on her own, independent of man for a hearth, land, or home.

"There is life," said this person, "...long lasting and young. Have the bloom of your youth as the years are undone! Your strength is enhanced, and that's good for a starter, but the best is the chance you'd get braver and smarter"!

See? Way beyond his glad control... ...the *man* could not coerce you. You'd equalize the playing field, no longer would he curse you.

Any wonder what is "buried" where it cannot, then, be "found"? Can't you feel, friend, the presence of these *trinkets* so profound? Don't you sense them in dark caverns where they're covered up with dirt? Can't you see them in your mind's eye? Let that image tease and flirt.

UFO's are real enough to hover in our skies. I've seen a few myself, my friend, which should come as no surprise. Though, you would see them too, old sod, if you went outside to look — took your mind away from *con-games* ... dared read from different books:

Read Graham Hancock, he's respected, and his "Fingerprints of Gods"? ...tells a different kind of story than your pastor gives a nod! Read Zack Sitchin if you dare to, and his tale of planets twelve? ...Opens up horizons — takes your brain to better health! Velikovsky fought with "dim-bulbs" lighting ignorance of reflex! An early victim of the *man*, he was valid... ...he had context.

...Our "person's" not so "factual," —as you probably might have guessed— but I can't say, for sure, my friend, regarding all the rest. See, I'm sure the strangest secrets are, yes, "buried" there for real, so the man —by ordination— lives... to lie, then cheat and steal.

Plutocracy would suck, it seems, I'm sure you would agree if you took an honest look at what is, plainly —clearly— seen. It's "system obsolescence" keeps you buying worthless *stuff* ... inefficient, glibly dangerous, disrespectful — and enough!!!



...Disrespectfully rank on a multitude of levels. See, this is behavior well entrenched and ingrained, I've come to understand, in 9000 years of "dominator imperative" cleaving greedily to a wholly discredited and thoroughly invalidated ego of closure. It is this uninformed desire for unreasonable "closure" —an encompasing "understanding of things— facilitating our scientistic (sic) predilection for facile questions with self-serving, short-term, and low-focus... in other words ..."scared monkey," answers! We should be self-ashamed and revolted.

On individual autonomy? The biggest criticism?

The *man* fears the alleged "lack of desire everyone would have for productive cohesion if they were not dependant on a *leader* or on brother and sister persons for hearth and home and board"... but this is a lie, I suspect. I think it more likely that this "reluctance" is to facilitate the ego-maniacal prerogatives of jealous serial psychopaths who presently —and perennially— occupy the societal cat-bird seats.

No. More powerful individuals only create, exponentially, more powerful teams. I saw this over and over in two decades, plus chronological change, of team and individual combat and combat training in the Army.

Powerful and creative individuals, one finds, only seek creative and more powerful justifications to cooperate, not compete at the pragmatic denouement. Cooperation usually trumps competition because the goals of even a necessary competition are short focus and minimum term! Cooperation takes the long view... like you would if you knew you were going to be there, eh? 

Surprise!  You are there!

Consider — John Ford sits in his dark hole ... tranquilized and mute ... trying to remember... what it was... ...he was trying to remember... you know? It could be you, it could be me — anyone but the one who put him there or approves of same.

We're next.

Oh, let's cut to the chase! They've already nailed me***. I'm down a quarter mill in lost wages over 10 years and must enjoy an eventual very minimized social security! You're next. 

Restore John Ford!

Read on.

*** If you checked this link the author graduated "summa cum laude," with his Bachelor of Science degree and not "magna cum laude."