Sunday, October 23, 2011

...Ford Had Sack...



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Ford had sack to sing his song! His tragedy outweighs... the shame of our indifference to what Ford's too dearly paid! Our silence costs us dearly—and that tally quickly mounts—when we failed to be counted, and the terror, snarling, pounced!
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He even SPEAKS and is ignored! He's crying out ... is stabbed and gored... for the silence of his fellows—I'm aghast! This is the same, assumes ALL blame, as Jews and Muslims bear their shame... a victim burned to genocidal ash!
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A genocide—not race or creed—on "seekers for some truth"... indeed! John Ford is an example of that seeker!  His psychopathic "treatment," while languishing alone? When all he did was proffer truth that *power* "can't" condone?
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Ford lost it all (they stole it all!) they played him for his final fall, and surely lied and cheated to that end! Justice soured rancid, Ford's low on grace and chances, and the vultures circle low and close on in!
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...His house is gone, he stands alone; he still awaits that first "cast stone," the grinning Suffolk shysters bunch fat muscles. "Jurisprudence" and "fair play" will go to hell and lose their say, it seems likely Ford must lose this unjust struggle.
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And US! We'd let him take that razor slide, a ride there's no return from! We'd let him fall away, dissolving... fade from view. Just remember you said nothing when the storm is closer building, as they set you in their sights... then come for you!
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And rest assured they're coming, friend, your history books are filled! You're aiding persecution, yes; it's you who'll be so stilled!
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Tears will fall from sorry eyes, and stars blink out in darkened skies as justice is perverted in this way. You could have made the difference, kid! You could have mattered—made your bid, but chose to give Ford up, and glance away.
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...And WHY... when it's so obvious that a case of trumped up garbage contrives to bring the LAWFUL to its heel! Why, when it's so ludicrous! Impossible!! Ridiculous!!! You know that Suffolk County's ilk aspires to cheat and steal!
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You know their charge is bogus; you can sense that it won't float! Their case won't bear a paperclip! FORD WAS SET-UP! It's a joke!
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A joke, except that Ford awaits the pleasure of the beast! And where is his protector? Where's his fan club, at the least! John Ford was only lawful... when he fouled the man's post-toasties ... it's just not right he ends up spitted... slowly turningroasting!
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...You gonna let them do it? I'll shame you if I can! I'll write you with a brick bat—I'll rhyme your lips off, man!
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I'll fester in your kill file. I'll rot your disk with shame. I'll teach you your complicity! I'll wrap you in your blame! I'll show you sullen disrespect! I'll chasten you with spite! I'll use that verbal brick-bat! I'll show you why we fight!
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Johnny Ford has my regard! He stood up tall—asked questions, HARD! They had Ford so "up their noses" they felt knee bones on their septums; they were pissed-off homicidal—took a SWAT team to arrest him!
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...You might consider what I've said! Remember that you're next, instead!
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They'd amassed the craven energies of the monstrous "Suffolk BEAST." Let us all show some small concern—GIVE JOHN "A THOUGHT" AT LEAST!!!
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  • You'd want it done for you...

  • Sincerely, I am shocked, appalled, and disgusted at the silence and indifference of the ufological community regarding the plight of John Ford.  Scared too.  Were I to fall afoul of secret systems or toxic campaigns and made to endure that same cruel "due process," Ford endures, I presume I could expect a similar bupkis.

  • OK, you don't agree.

  • You thought Ford was a crackpot or you nurse some pathetic high-school thing regarding his appearance, demeanor, or politics. Stop, eh? These distract from the issue!

  • Google *crookhaven brookhaven powell*, my contentious friends, and read what John Powell, Ford's accuser, was up to "back in the day"... where Ford, on the other hand, was a bona fide saint, reader, without the slightest qualification against same! Verily, even driven to a likely drug induced and situational process schizophrenia by now, over a decade later, Ford has been egregiously wronged... and an issue is thereby raised.

  • The issue? That in a LAWFUL pursuit of goals we all pay lip service to, John Ford, an "everyman," has fallen afoul of an obfuscating and prevaricating machine perhaps near the root of a teasing, ubiquitous, historical, and even obvious conspiracy, perhaps a highly strange one! Suffolk county, reader, is as historically awash with the highly strange as it is with rank corruption!

  • Additionally, John Ford, a social pillar actually, is unfairly wiped out, torpedoed below the water line, sucker-punched, stripped of any armor, and at the mercy of that which has worked passionately, reader, to amass a steaming pile of patently ridiculous and specious *proofs*—rooted in his belief in the existence of UFOs—to the affect that John Ford was EVER capable of serial murder! Stuff and nonsense!

  • You're next, good friend; why wait 'till it's too late to speak up, when all it would now take is a word... ...where your blood will perhaps be required later on?  Verily.  That's the lesson of history!

  • Moreover? Suffolk County New York owes John Ford one hell of a lot of money. If Ford dies... I'm betting they killed him. Could it be argued they've not done worse? I suspect that it cannot, at least not in a truthful way.

  • Restore John Ford!



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"Shoot Them Down"! --


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Wendy's Song --


Rudiak Rides Again --


HyperSpace --


Taken --


Always Searching --


SkyLights --

Friday, October 07, 2011

...Finding's Looking...




Outside, I couldn't see them, so then went inside again... occluded by my thoughts on hidden stars. I reflected on the masking of these things so large or vast ... exceeding any measure of a section or a class, and the suffocation's woeful like I'm underneath some heel; the atmosphere is cloistered, and I cannot breath or feel.
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I feel imposition that the sky somehow projects. The sky becomes a metaphor for: "that which disrespects." So, cut off by some malevolence to the fullness of my life (!), I feel withered, drawn, emulsified, or whittled by a knife.
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"Craft" leap and dance behind their clouds, each one a different color, but it's color in a spectrograph, so then wider, Brighter—FULLER!! ...And these boil ultra-violet! Then, they simmer infrared! They churn in colors you shan't see passed livid bluish REDS!
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Still, I'm sans all observation under soggy, humid clouds. There's a harshness to the "atmosphere" which, then, foams uncalled for doubt...
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...I'm disallowed that promise MADE in my own youth... now seems betrayed... Is real *magic* starved and hidden? ...Make no wish! Now, all's forbidden!
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I shall not spread my human arms, and cleave the heavens unalarmed while... *fathers* of convenient *place* destroy my planet for their "faith"!
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Things aren't the way you thought they were while hidden by those clouds, mon frere! Every thing is out of locus, has no meaning... ...sans all focus!
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This makes one look with longing for some "easy answers," friend! It makes one want to go along, give in, and just pretend ... that "we are but alone in space"! We are IT! Just usOUR RACE (?), and we, of course (*creation's jewel*), are not just gangs of grinning ghouls!
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...We have substance, we have smarts—we have sense ... Friend, we have hearts! That we would have a spotless spirit, or make some aspiration near it! That justice is, most times, at hand (!) ... that freedom's where we make our stand! That neo-con's need high-colonics... ...they're LASTING sickness—sadly chronic!
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...Clinton was a cheater who betrayed his only wife (...but produced a healthy kid, yet, still!)... though, no additions to our strife. I preferred him, even knowing he's the left arm of the beast, he didn't take my money, or kill my friends, at least! He didn't cut school lunches while he lauded family values! And he didn't cleave the country twain for "profit" and "what have you"!
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Now Reagan ruined Carter, Bush's lies would sweep the stage... for massive trickle "ups" of bucks should fill us all with rage.  It's these people who were cheated will be breaking down our doors—we'll be dragged to bloody streets become a vicious killing floor...!  Though, THEY ...our "elder statesman," they just OOZE benign neglect. While Clinton was a MONSTER?  Why... 'cause he liked his penis wet?
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...Now we stand beyond all help for actions made by Bush's whelp, a dry-drunk sans all nuanced sense, "deserting twice from combat," yes!
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All this, extant, while stars explode and flying saucers swoop and glow... but travel in their way, mysterious—pulsing through our skies, imperious!
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Reality's a fever scream! Do space folk dream more cosmic dreams in manners we shall not determine? We can't grok their story, Herman!
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Every day *good* people pray for unborn babies, "save their day," but once they're born (?) forgot, forlorn... unless they hear a Christian horn!
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Then, reviled and shut out from life—a victim's "double standard" strife... These took their licking, kept on ticking, so fill the jails, barely flinching!
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...Though, blow away the clouds glad fate (!), this sighting saw Orion's gait! He strode across the starry sky like flying diamonds, soaring high!
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...And there beside huge Betelgeuse a *flicker* blinked alive and moved so grandly in the predawn air—a UFO should blandly stare!
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...Just a point of light that moved, my glass dispels a plane with crew ... the circle of unblinking light moves WEST against a star field, bright! ...And I saw it, it was there (!), moving weirdly here to *where*? Flashing lights in non attendance!! Breaking major laws ... some business!
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No "flash" to its position? Well, it's "flash" avoids collision! A flashing light's required—planes in flight. And it's "wrong" when you don't see them; light's measured *flash* proceeds them—port and starboard's red and green's required light!
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...Though, for now, no longer hidden by the tyranny of clouds! For now it* can be seen so plain sans ragged / rancid doubt!!  The sky is mind perceived as such ...and filled with more than stars, but awash in contradictions you're betrayed—you know you are.
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Anomaly unmasked is what we sign our contracts for (!) —breaking black paned windows and exploding hidden doors! Digging up the truth-soaked ground is what we should be doing! Do it 'fore it "needs" it, friend! It's honor we're pursuing!





  • When you look? You find! Sincerely!
  • Restore John Ford!
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Videos
Quadrature --
Wendy's Song --
Rudiak Rides Again --
HyperSpace --
Taken --
Always Searching --
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