Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Shadows Of My Day...



These started as apologies, which is why they're so ironic; I investigate hypocrisies, you see; it's like a tonic. Apology's explanation! See, *sorry's* not the issue. I'm not the least repentant. Best put away your tissues.
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My interests may be bothersome ... unpleasant, non-benign ... to throw the light where it won't go, and cop to what we find. UFO's are in the news provoking trepidations; I should think my interest healthy, and allay your apprehensions.
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...And implications are apparent, so they raise their mottled heads; though most would rather fight then change, so shoot their foot instead. They'd believe in "airborne castles" just to keep their dreams alive, given by the "shadows" so obscuring what's contrived. The damage is disruption by the few who have "connections," so we won't "get together" and demand some SANE reflection!
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...I had a friendship recently; he wrote a note and ended it. He said, "You get behind me Satan, you indicate predicament! My *foundations* are a-crumbling, and my livelihood is threatened; you've threatened, too, my wife and child; a pox on bogus legends. You've jeopardized employment. You've compromised my life. You've set me up for failure. You write a script for strife"!
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I knew he couldn't help it; conditions squeezed him hard. I know that he can't mean it—not a button, part, or shard. I was amazed at my dismissal, a little hurt—you want the truth. See, he's another casualty of the ones who stand aloof.
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You know the *ones* of whom I speak. The ones who have his answers! The ones who should allay his fear, and stop their lying cancers! The ones who threaten needlessly; the ones so rife with guilt! The ones who hide intentions like a knife shoved to its hilt! The ones who are so comfortable as a "monkey" on his back! The ones who will, so quickly, let him fall between their cracks! The ones who who do his "rendering"—for the reasons that they hide! The ones allowing punishment for conditions they've contrived! The ones who hide the UFO's so deeply from us all; the ones who keep "the secrets," and, so, are—in fact!—sans gall!

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I will mourn his contribution now as lost in all that mist; I will mourn the conversation that was once so smart and rich. I will feel like a loser who might end up sans his friends, and will they fall, then, one by one until my inquest ends?
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And what of me; will I succumb; will I give up the ship? When, finally, I'm pressed his way, by wife and job or kid! Will I change my phone and E-mail? Will I shut my web site down? Will I sigh and vote Republican ... let a smile morph to frown? Will I replace the scabrous scales that had fallen from my eyes; will I give in, and then embrace what, now... I must despise!
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And that's the real reason, I imagine, that I mourn. My friend is ME, and he goes down... as I must? That's the norm.
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He's proof that they are winning (the ones as writ above). They ape marauding raptors, and we're the hapless dove.  He metaphors the powerless. He is, then, you and me. He needs his home and wife and kids. He needs his job, you see?
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I'm consumed with my resentment at a system so capricious, that it's allowed to stifle all the questions which beseech us! I'm enraged that these conspirators are allowed egregious power so destructive to relationships that examine "walls" and "towers"! I'm angry that they CHOOSE MY FRIENDS, or make them run away, or provoke them to forsake me ... these are shadows of my day!
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I will expose hypocricies—they're a valid tonic still. I'll abuse their satisfactions, as against them I'm fulfilled. I'll borrow from Will Shakespeare, and to myself be true, apply my OWN philosophy that it all comes down to *you*.
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  • "You" is, of course, a metaphor for the individual. It is the individual that is the real power, and why *they* work so hard to program, coerce, and control same. Individuals are anamatha as they are authoritative. They're not authoritarian, those whom are, and righteously so, so degraded and ablated to kiss my shiny metal ass!

  • The latter uses slimy tricks... fearsome bags of dirty deeds. They strike at secular foundations they've MADE vulnerable in their campaigns of corrosive control, religious bigotry, and authoritarian government.  Would that the secular community attack the religious community the way the religious community attacks the secular community, eh?  Can you hear their whining objection, then, done unto as they have done to others since their inception?

  • Fear, censure and intimidation are their tools! These tools are used without regard to the rules they demand everyone else follow... even as they don't themselves. These giggle at your credulity... laugh at you behind your back. These are amused by your faith. Covetous of your success. Angered by your happiness. Jealous of your contribution... ironically it is these, not Moslems, hating us for our freedoms.

  • There is no "fair play" on a "level playing field." If there was? They'd disappear.

  • Society, as it stands, is an illusion maintained by each individual in it. All I'm saying is we could have better illusions—better dreams. Dreams that look out and in -- never down. Dreams, finally, that don't cost one efficacious and valued friends.

  • I'll miss your charm, wit, and courage, buddy, even as I hate that which provokes your pragmatic cowardice.

  • Moreover, I'll keep a light on for ya'...

Restore John Ford.

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Quadrature --

Wendy's Song --

Rudiak Rides Again --

HyperSpace --

Taken --

Always Searching --

SkyLights --

Sunday, August 07, 2011

...How Children Fly An Asteroid...




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You've heard it called "Our Spaceship Earth," and metaphor it's not. See, that's just another notion whereas yetwe don't take stock. Earth is a conveyance friend, a liner on the seas, if seas are black but filled by stars with solar wind the breeze...
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Our ship? It has an engine in the form of our sun, Sol, though presently we must admit it's quite beyond control... The track we're on, predictable, and measured such and so, the Toltecs / Mayans / Aztecs were men somehow in the know.
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They conceived of bodies that were Gods they suffered then... and angry, these made trouble so were something "less" than friend.  Possessing awesome power and the wealth of countless kings... those treasures are unguarded now.  It's time we even things...  
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Why, we should learn to fly our moon! Fly "rocks" in all our skies! Pay the *rock jocks* handsomely; let them leave if they desire! Let them grow to independence, and the Earth should help them go, with a grubstake minus promises that a profit they must show!
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It's then we'll live among the stars, and safe within our "rocks"! These spin, by law, for gravity—"cans" of earth and common stock.  In space, there are raw elements of the type that we can use... facilitate new living space and live there; that's the news.
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See, no need to "build" our ships! Pack asteroids with ice, and heat them up with mirrors, friend; blow them up like bubbles ... nice. Arm the poles with thrusters, then, to keep them good and firm, and live like beings who pay their freightfree to live and give and earn!
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Then mine your homeimagine that! You carve new walls for MONEY, Jack! Your home gets bigger as you go, you move in familiesthen what do you know! You're living in space importing from the Earth; exporting the "stuff" that shall lift the Earth's curse!
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And in this sweet bargain the threat is reduced; it's used up improving star systems to use! There's WATER and EARTH in the skies up above. It threatens us, NOW, like a fist in a glove!
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...But turn it to profit? We move beyond strife! We END our indifferencewe turn it to life!
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The closer the bolus (you'd think, off the cuff) would threaten us most if it scared you enough! Though, that is NOT true, you're spinning your wheel; the truth is it's BETTER the closer they reel! NEA's are our bases! We launch our assaults on a threat unimagined AWAITING us, Walt! Largess arriving from the far stellar reaches... where stars have exploded from pasts that just reach us!
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So, worst comes to worse, and the planet's hit anyway? Then, your savior flies down from the asteroids, Hemingway!
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Our eggs, as they stand, are in one lonely basket and be well assured we inhabit our casket!  Humanity's doomed if we don't move from here; this is not overstatement! Good science is clear!
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And, yes, comes a time when they'd want independencelike children I'm posing—new nations are born... Mere seeds of humanity just leaving for parts they've discovered in space that they like; they're reborn!
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These persons, like children... ...will stand apart from us. They'll have a new allegiance to themselves they have to trust!
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They must respect the Earth? Then the Earth must step up firstall the cups then overflowing with respect, so no one thirsts!  We can learn to fly the rocks, abound in nearby space; we can use our "Last Frontier" to benefit the race!



Everyone wants respect, independence, and self-reliance if they can get it. Send someone to the moon long enough and they become Lunan. Visitors to Mars, after a time, become Martian. Your children, their own persons.  It's the same thing.  They mature to stand alone.

It's the motivation, the approach, and the attitude of the motherland; however, that seems to dictate if the colony becomes an *enemy* or not ...if I am to believe history, any portion of the efforts of my *founding* fathers, or the plot line of Babylon 5.

The asteroids we colonize could become like Plato's little city states, banding together into loose federations of their own? Declaring an independence from a hated, clutching, and abusive Earth?

No, it just doesn't have to be that way. Better to let them go. Profit hugely, rather, from a success that was always (?) encouraged in atmospheres of mutual respect and appreciation. Right?  Is that beyond the pale?

It's all about survival, whether your children can stand on their own two feet, and if they have REASON to love you enough to include you in their successes. Independence is a givenit's understood. Moreover, it's required.

So, let's quit screwing around, cop to the inevitable, and go fly those rocks! Again, we've everything beyond imagining to gain, and nothing to lose but our default regressive cowardice.

Let's go!  http://tinyurl.com/42nwcyr  and  http://youtu.be/fL9xqmRDSnQ

Restore John Ford!