Monday, January 31, 2011

Vulturous Culture



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Learn, well, your "lessons" kiddies; best take them near to heart, or your culture will intrude its will and blow your soul apart.  This knowledge can be useful; you're better served forewarned. See, not the devil as advised, it's culture with the horns.

Demanding what's unsuited; it will abrogate your talent; it'll put you in its prisons and then act all prim and gallant. It lies regarding its fair play; it produces specious rules... ...won't itself abide its edicts; these are aimed at me and you.

It grinds you with a "science" that deports the efficacious, then it treats you like a chump revealed, so is, frankly, far from gracious. It keeps your eyes from wonders which are looming in your skies. Then it ridicules the questions you might ask regarding why.

It won't admit the wrongs it's wrought to further selfish ends. It won't admit the tyranny it's used in "self-defense." It shan't reduce our numbers* and it poisons spaceship Earth. It is monstrousness personified. It's a full blown—vicious—curse.

See, some think themselves a "better lot," their genes so then "supreme"; they'd take from you the self-respect you've paid your dues to glean.  These degrade the individual! This debilitates the lot! They're gleeful you don't get it; you think it's care? It's not.

These define your culture, then, as reptiles holding sway.  These corrupt your sensibilities.  These smile and say, "have faith."  These keep you fighting unjust wars; these make you fight yourselves.   These polarize the issues so the stress degrades your health!

They're a dweller of your shadows, and they listen to your moans, though your crying is regarded as the whining of mere toiling drones. They shall not, then, respect you. Respect compels concern, and the moment that they make that so?  Less ducats they can *earn*.

You see how this might cramp their plans, and complicate their graft.  You perceive that you're just grease for wheels and queued up for their shaft.  You find that you're beneath concern, beneath their small contempt.  The spot you think you call your own was never yours.  You rent!

There are secrets they're possessing; these, the stuff of all your dreams. These are dreams of satisfaction found like sparkling mountain streams. The bluest skies still filled with birds to live in easy balance; the forests softly breathing air, the mountains are their chalice. The desert's colored sand art, and the valley is proscibed as a cradle now denied you.  You just grow old, then dream and die.

These disrespect the weakest at their "comfort loving" peril, and ridicule anomaly 'til it's bone-dry, spent, and sterile. These practice homocentric crap, while wearing smirking frowns: that we're alone in unknown space? These covet errant crowns! Keep believing we are "conquerors," that Earth is subject to our *will*?  Keep your faith that won't be testedtake the bitter—bluer—pill!

Still... growing could be possible — would continue past the end. Less is more I have discovered. More is death; I must contend.  Though, suffer overpopulation to unearth some grand disease that will humble prideful humankind, and bring it to its knees.




  • *I'll say it again. We have an overpopulation problem, at all—billions of extra people—so any one person does not have to be respected too much. See how that works?  Save the world?  Sire once or not at all... I digress...
  • Overpopulation is desired from the class officiating culture.  If some person balks at a lofty, prideful, and authoritarian command from her manor lord—won't gladly lift her skirts, say, for the imperative of her master's scabby gherkin?  Make it easy, then, to procure another! Make it sure that there is always one who shan't balk ... one who will "lift her skirts," so to speak!  An apt metaphor.

  • Having, then, secured a degraded population pool from which to draw, these legislate, facilitate, educate, but otherwise encourage that lowest of malleable low common denominators. Make people as hungry as they are angry! Keep them that way. Steer "pro-life" to secure that end, and steer clear of a self-respecting, reasonable, and actually conservative—in the long run—birth control!  See, abortion as birth control likely should be illegal, but no one should be pregnant who does not choose to be pregnant, either!  Morning after pills should be as easy to get as gum balls!  Choice. Is. Paramount!

  • Though, real irony there, huh? Proud blue-collar Conservatives ostensibly so involved and interested in self-respect and being respected? These—actually—degrade that fabric of respect they enjoy in support of an inconsistent ethic (inconsistent incidentally because only the "Christian" fetus has that *right* to life), an inconsistent ethic furiously limiting—by craft imposed upon them—the size of the pie piece for which these disenfranchised must ever toil.  Talk about not acting in ones best interest!

  • In the same manner that Rome did for itself? We Americans CREATE the barbarians at our gates. We keep them stocked with weapons—ample guns, nukes, chemical munitions, and biological weapons of an exceptionally extreme and unnecessary lethality—to use, or threaten to use, on one another. We pretend that those weapons won't be used on ourselves. Why would we think that they would not?  This is a level of stupidity as a species actually stunning all credulity.

  • No, we sit complacently while increasing billions are facilitated daily to rage and starve in ever increasing frequency... any wonder that observing aliens are so reluctantly forthcoming, mysterious, and inscrutable? I'd be very suspicious and careful with the type of neighbor we so obliviously portray. You?

  • Wouldn't want us in _my_ neck of the woods I can tell you...

  • Culture: not your friend!

  • Read on!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

...We Are Not Alone...



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They flit and they skip and they dodge behind mesas. They drop behind roofs of a neighbor's dark home. They cross the night skies like a star that "detaches," their flying is soundless... ...and we're not alone.

We're not alone as we covet *possessions*; we're not alone as we squander our trust. We're not alone as we punish the innocence; thinking that we have to, convinced, somehow, we must!

We're not alone while the rain forest's burning. We're not alone as we falter and cry. We're not alone; we have seen them all flying in disparate countries — festooning those skies!

We're not alone as we torment ourselves. We're not alone; we are fragile ... new born! We're not alone, and affixed with the blinders I'd tear from our faces with pleasure and scorn!

We're not alone! They're in all geograhics! They hover for shuttles, we've seen them in space! They've neutered our nukes at the drop of their *hat* ...  somebody knows; we're put in our place!

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Somebody knows what the ancients were "knowing" and shared in their tablets of clay! Somebody knows where the secrets are buried that elevates humankind... precluding the slave!

Somebody knows why we suffer and die when the best of all times could be had! Somebody knows why we hate to look up; why we're shamed, why we're cowards, why... at best we're so sad...

Somebody knows what it is we'd be knowing. Somebody knows if the ET's are here. Somebody knows surely more than we're getting when circumstance is passing strange — with things so god-damned queer!

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They land and they leave all the strangest of traces! They clutter and clog at the sweep of the sky! We find them in ads that insult our cognition for all of the stuff that we "lust" for and "buy."

...Why, we find them on our candy; we find them shilling cars — machines that do our washing, from the toy box to the stars. They gloat in all our magazines; they sell us toxic food? They're all around; they're surely here; they exist; we must construe!

It's us confuses consciousness! It's us well left alone! It's us inflicts agendas! It's us with hearts of stone!

They intrude where "we won't have them" in our sullen white-bread world. They intrude into our clueless-ness and they prove they shall not yield.

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They intrude in sullen closets where we think we keep our secrets,
and they make their strange notations in their *book*.
Knowing *bodies* we've been hiding, they can dig up *moldy bones*,
and they know just where you'd, likely, never look.
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As days go by... they're closer still; they shall not be denied! They'll solve our crass *indifference*; they'll expose what's been contrived.

...And you better have your center. You best expand your mind. You better open up the box in which you keep your soul confined!

The future is a freight train, and we're tied on humming tracks; the bonds we feel we've tied ourselves! C'mon! You know it,  "Jack"!

Ain't it? If not here, certainly somewhere in the grand expanse of "multiverse"... a vast tableau of that which we cannot even *know* how to know... as yet, for all our scientific pretense and baseless hubris —  our arrogance without the remotest justification... ...apart from our art ...
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Our thoughts happen somewhere, remember, oh not because they're our thoughts... that's a laugh sincerely, but because our thoughts are so mundane and facile in general. Easy to materialize. Ain't it the truth?  Yes! 
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Still, it's heaven in reach if presently denying grasp!
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Perhaps.
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Though sincerely, there is that much... space. There is that much... time. There is that much... surface area involved... to facilitate...to facilitate ...anything, reader. Anything! A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G.!
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"Anything" with an exponent of a googleplex. Those implications are huge. The reader better be humbled by them.
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Seriously, all the reader has ever thought of, admitted and not, in the most whacked out and disturbed fever dream or idle whimsy... alone on a coffee break at work... sitting on the can... explosive recognition in acrimonious debate... has happened *somewhere*, reader.
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...Even here.  Even here it is at your elbow as it is a trillion light years away.
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There really is a... "long, long ago... in a galaxy far, far away...". It's just "X" rated for language, sex, and violence far beyond the capacity of that garden variety dirty movie too reflexively thought of. Such is reality: more than mere spin, rate, and charge, reader, even if powered by those things.
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Consider the preceding an understatement.
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Given the productive potentialities of copping to this larger reality, one would think that some investigation, into UFOs say, would be pursued more greedily. That's the history of our prosecuted sociopathic ethic to date, after all. Yet, we do not.
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...And to the contrary!  The "genuine" remains heavily marginalized and discounted while the "woo-woo" —whatever that is—gets the heavy publication... subsequent to derision later on... ...in an effort to discredit the whole of a ufological milieu... so, what, a "baby" can more easily be thrown out with "bathwater"?  I suspect so.
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Moreover, I think *we* avoid looking for this kind of stuff because *we* know if *we* do, actually, look? Why, we will *find*, reader!!!  Everything changes—I suspect for the better—which makes those in their cat-bird seats—and in an aggregate chagrin, too— perk up and say "howdy," verily.
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See, a general finding of this type suggested by Rich Dolan and Bryce Zabel is not complimentary to those occupying conjectured cat-bird seats, I surmise, because disclosure and the fruits of same, I submit, provides a measure of personal autonomy to the individual so informed... ...making her/him less socially manipulable with this subsequent assumption of a desired new efficacy of the "self-provided by" that may, perhaps, result of that conjectured disclosure... THEN what teams we shall make!
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See, in other words, it might be that that which is kept from us "for our own good," is good!  Ouch! What does that make the better-heeled secret keeping cat-bird seater?  What is a "psychopathic monster," Mr. Trebek?
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Maybe truth does set you free, even if it pisses you off first. It remains preferable; however, because now you have real stuff with which to work... forgetting that stuff alluded to is brand new and fresh out of the freaking box!  We make our own reality, see; why not make a better one?  What could stand in our way?
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New *findings* are uncomfortable for the reader because experience dictates that the *devil* "known" is usually preferable. But consider, reader. The *devil* we know is pretty damn bad, already, and getting worse.  This is provoking that consideration of alternate *devils* to begin with, according to Richard Dolan, via a host of well cited and credible others, in his history of the National Security State...
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...Though... we had better *find*, regardless. Our survival as individuals producing "better" individuals depends on it.
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Anything else is arbitrary control by a sneering elite, reader. Anything else is farming the Manor Lord's three-field rotation, in ignorance, and letting his sons sport-boink our compromised if comely daughters...
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That's a good implication regarding our continued ignorance, don't you think? Moreover, Heisenberg propounds, it seems, that if we observe a surface area's time in space for an occurrence of *something*... a finding, why ...it comes to pass that we will have an occurrence... a finding!  Ding!  Things are spring-loaded to happen the way we observe them to happen... ...go through the formality of actually occurring recalling there's space/time and surface area enough for that formality.
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What encourages this formality of "actually occurring." Clearly, reader, there is a mind over matter?
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Yes!
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Our whole existence is a demonstration of our mind over matter. We thought it... and it was so. We've had allies of this conjectured mentality... we're rediscovering those allies right now, and in the nick of time, reader. In the nick of time.  Good thing, too.
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Additionally, looking into the night sky—trying to step past the fear of what could be out there—ever attempting a search for a bona fide UFO yields some interesting results.
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Frankly? You see UFO's!  Uh-huh.
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Let's start there. Let's look. Let's actually look. We're not looking now, not really. Not remotely. Not so Dick Six-pack hears about the search between Spike Channel re-runs. Not so Wendy Wine-cooler hears about that search between "American Idol" commercials...
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...But there are too many sweaty palms and faux-rolled eyeballs... presently. Too many reflexively convenient dismissals... too many ready denials and suspect derisions—cast aspersions. Society is cast as a duplicitous prison warden in a prison we make ourselves. Moreover, betrayals by that entirely corrupt societal warden abound! 
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With wikileaks, that cat's altogether "sack-less," eh?
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Item:  Did the reader know that there are a few classes of disparaged and tabooed entheogen that would facilitate the cure of most all addictions or addictive behaviors and engages the previously addicted individual to a level of productive calmness, efficacious social worth, and intelligence they didn't before have? Fat people could be thin people. Sick people could be well people. Sad people could be glad people. Dissatisfied people could be satisfied people.
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Not so smart... to smart enough. Love could crowd hate instead of the inverse of that. And all of this for pennies on the dollar presently spent?  We could claim respect from the stars instead of enduring the antithesis of same.
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What? Yes... Known by the current civilization since the sixties, too, forgetting it is knowledge so old it dates back to our descent from the trees, eons ago on the savannas of a dark Continent. Graham Hancock is writing about this re-rediscovered knowledge. Ralph Metzgar. Andrew Weil. Rick Strassman. Terence McKenna. Daniel Pinchbeck. Ralph Abraham. Riane Eisler. Rupert Shelldrake. Et sig al. They write regarding an efficacious way of a Shamanic philosophy in Societies based not on competition so much but cooperation,  cooperation in a partnership served by further reaching mammalian corporations and not reptilian ones. The affect of same...
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These are names to be lionized in the quickly approaching future where infant religions and juvenile governments can hold no sway over the conscious individual... ...as if they ever did... or ever could over the "long haul." These are harbingers of the approaching time of singularity and concrescence.
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Batten hatches... buckle belts... gird intellectual loins. The kingdom is at hand and awaits. That's a good thing for all the battening, buckling, and girding. Verily. That's my suspicion... and I remain entirely optimistic.
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Restore John Ford!

Sunday, January 02, 2011

...Object Lessons...


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We're at Mother Nature's mercy — only thinking we have clues. Still, we humans strut and preen like we wear crowns. We're at ease and rape the planet for our squalid little comforts. We're the local space/time's version of unfunny, tragic clowns.
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Appearances deceive us while we show just what we: psychopathic institutions sans all balance. All spin bereft of substance we're adrift beneath hard stars; adjudicating fairness without conscience...
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Ever wonder why there're *homeless* — folks from "emptied institutions" of psychotics onto streets... to spit and grin? We see them on the news, forlorn, the focus of our pity ... scorn, but still they number, hapless, without end.
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We could rescue them, you see; we could help them off their knees, but they serve a "useful purpose," unperceived. I'll tell you why they're there, but in turn I must declare: We must allow their earned, if late, relief.
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See? They're there as object lessons; they're "displayed" for you and me. They're what happens when you cannot toe "the line." They're what happens for critiquing institutions as your "right," while appalled by *regulation* out of line.
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They are there to keep you doting on the dictates of the 'man'! They distract us from those lights in troubled skies. They are there to keep us focused from some crooked profit margins. They are there, a veiled threat concealing—ultra-scabrous—lies!
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These obscure the UFO's in the fear that you might see them! Those who sharpen your confusion? They are PREGNANT with their sin! They're to keep us to that "party line," apart from real thinking. They preclude our just salvation... ...they're to keep things as they've been.
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It's never been the "real world" you see upon TV. The safety of your home is an illusion. It's what you think's "observed." It is THAT, that has occurred!. Don't shoot ME down... ...that's Heisenberg's conclusion.
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See, the universe can cough, and then you're scattered on the winds. Ask folks—Louisianans—if that's true. It is these who have their fear served up, forget "relief," its all corrupt, then fate contrives to beat you black and blue.
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And, what might this be like, this unkindly twist of fate. I wonder how "unkindly fate" shakes down. Understanding is obscured; it's denatured and deterred... bread and circuses sans all truth... these come to town.
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"The Martian Face is punched ... ," says our *bunky*, out to lunch, Plait stamps his feet in gross—abandoned glee. Imagine his relief, he who swallows NASA's brief, they have put off his comeuppance... ...he so shallowly believes.
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These can go back to futility, call abductees "useless kooks" — they can salve their wounded egos, and pretend to own the truth. They can build their shaky castles, and pretend they have a clue. These continue down a road that's very bad... for me and you.
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"The face on Mars: a rock pile"? Their beliefs are reinforced! The belief that they're *alone* returns renewed! They, no longer, are compelled to find... it's them who pays truth's freight in time. They'll discover what far thinkers always knew!
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See I can't believe in NASA as their interests are conflicted, and their data is in fragments — all as was as they predicted! The government's a liar! ... Can't believe a thing they say; their interests mirror shadows! I want the truth, Jose!
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As the girl said in "Titanic" while the vessel slid from view, "I'd really rather be a 'whore' than spend my life with you..." My sentiment exactly, as the "rich man" shows his colors... and compelled a stunning disrespect from persons he makes suffer.
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We're at Mother Nature's mercy, and her parasitic bugs. You can charge the ones who "lead" us as the smarmiest of thugs. They're the ones who keep us shaded (...you'd raise some hell you only knew!) from where their secrets have been buried... in their disrespect for... you!




  • Mars! Strange planet! ...Too, a strangeness entirely apart from the "understandable" strangeness our Never-A-Straight-Answer boys ladle out. To wit:
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  • Every word I read that expresses an unbridled and smirking glee at the NASA produced—massaged, spun, and otherwise filtered—"conclusive proof" of a discredited Cydonia Region on Mars... ...is actually a stealthy argument to stop looking for ANYTHING strange, altogether! See how that might work?
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  • Discrediting UFOs "one step at a time," with no corresponding effort to credit same, is to push oneself away from an ability to just go ahead and accept the inhabited UFO as a reality that must exist, reader, because we do!... An immutable law of the fractal universe, again, seems to be that what undergoes the formality of actual occurrence occurs then, yet again, eh?
  • Not one tree, reader,billions of different kinds of trees. Not one fish, billions of different kinds of fish. Not one self-aware intelligence, but billions of different kinds of self-aware intelligences! Not one "humanity... billions of humanities"
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  • See, one demonstrably hoaxed photo of a UFO is not authorization to stop investigating UFOs. In a rush to discredit an honest search for physical evidence of an ET society and culture, these intellectual and spiritual cowards forget conservatively applied implications of the Drake equation and buy in to the arrogant, and I think moronic, false assertion that ET's are not HERE, because WE (ha!) don't know how to get THERE!  Pause for squirty giggles!
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  • This is an obscene hubris, and its ultimate price will be dear as our population ignorantly increases, decreasing the respect any one individual has to be shown. See how that works? See why we can't seem to or won't get our populations under control?
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  • It's so "the man" can maintain a "disrespected" talent pool of scuffling self-interested enablers and leaven those enablers with his own brand of self-serving manipulability! The Dark Ages again! Kings and Priests prosecuting self-rewarding authoritarianism to the individuals detriment... benefiting only the few at the terrible expense of the disrespected and discredited many. True Hell on Earth.
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  • Just one hundred years on this planet has seen the difference between a veritable Utopian MAGIC... ...and a rough, primitive agrarian authoritarianism! A similar pontificating pomposity of the perpetual institutional *elite*, one hundred years ago, wanted to "close the patent office," remember!
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  • Why? ...Because "everything that could have been invented had been invented...".
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  • Any wonder that we're not the dangerous clowns in this sector of space? A conjectured cosmic Quarantine is not remotely beyond the pale and decidedly reasonable...
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  • Looked at rationally if with an alien point of view, we are a few tens of thousands of years of the most insentient tribal warfare, abject misery, tragic squalor, insensitive elites, and sociopathy as a cultural strategy... ...ironically interspersed with inspired music, inspiring art, and literary proseries written to inspire. The seeds of our salvation are going to, of course, be found in the latter... in the "agape"...
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  • That hot breath you feel on your neck is alien, Skippy, patiently waiting for you to wake up, turn around (raise eyes from which you've raked the scales), and SEE!
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  • Yeah-yeah-yeah... Some whine faux-knowledgeably about the damage world society would suffer in the aftermath of a "disclosure," a ufological glasnost... ...a para-normal perestroika. ...That governments, churches and institutions would tremble precipitously in the after-shocks. That's a bad thing?
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  • Well, look around, readers! Religion is corrupt, discredited, and disruptively hate mongering, already. Governments are increasingly corrupt, inept, in turmoil, illegitimate and tragically short-sighted, now, and getting worse! People are already terrified by egregious physical and intellectual threats real and imagined and then further corrupted by a culture insisting that they be treated as infants without respect, in ignorance, and without an informed consent of these things!
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  • Culture has never been the friend of the individual and that's what keeps us locked in a cycle of tribal warfare where the few benefit at the expense of the many and where every day thirty thousand children starve to death by design, you know, to insure greased wheels for fat-cats and their equally psychopathic enablers! Economies are already holding bated breaths, and the tiniest prick could bring these air castles of pecuniary nonsense crashing down around our undeserving ears...
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  • See, the world is already in the state feared good reader! Now is the time for change.
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