Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Porcine "Status Quo."




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One pays his price for thinking thoughts regarding "ebbs" and "flows" of an inculcated gracelessness we've come to know and loath. This "inculcated gracelessness" is from the "top," my friends, to cloud our sensibilities to the facts of their pretense. What are the smooth mechanics of this "system" as bestowed? Why, it's the gravid sociopathy of their porcine "status quo"! 
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UFOs are surly counter to this *fog* as it's contrived... fog "few" prefer as "blessing," but by "most" is most despised. There is much—indeed awry—in "wisdom of convention," so "Status Quo" on UFOs? Beyond all comprehension.
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See, its smirking "grasp" pretends a "reach", inflates its "contribution"; "status quo" is used—you see!—to employ their inculcation! It's "status quo"—that "gracelessness"—is the tool to be deplored; it's the fuel for what reduces us, and what drives us to the floor. Decidedly so mis-employed, not "average" or "mean," it becomes the tool of those... who squeeze it for their "green."
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Yeah... folks sell-out for "stability" (which they'd have at any cost). They'll let the *man* run rampant—never worry what's been lost! Privacy, some secrecy, that "freedom" we implore. It's up in smoke; it's whisked away; it's "voted" out the door. Then, they'll suck what's offered up and swear by its veracity, forgiving "holes" it's leaving... ...as not earning its apostasy!
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Forget their flawing models—based on shallow supposition—forget these MAKE their rebels, that they torment opposition. Forget they boycott publishers, that they make the money scarce! Forget they "play the music," AND they "cover all the chairs"! Forget the huge retainers that they've used to prime the pumps of the jurisprudent engines they've employed like scurvy skunks...
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What bastards then are such as these and who insures their worth? Who's it cants the "playing field" and makes the "payout" hurt? Who decides direction and the courses we must take? Who's unmasked as charlatan, thieving cheat, or fake?
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It's hard to have a steady deck, or stars to steer her by, when the rules are double dealing; the playing field's a slide...
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What's bred? Its own corruption—another wrong to make a right 'cause "just plain folks" won't "spread their cheeks"; they'll hunker down and fight!! Though, hamstrung by *convenient* "want" of expensive education, folks are blathered by "dis-info" and betrayed by "orchestration"! Most don't know the "logic rules" or the "grammar" which allows... the "so informed" imposing will ...by that which they'd "espouse." They're owning all the newsprint; the satellites in space, the news, their drooling lap-dog? So much spittle in your face.
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Still, folks must chant the "mainstream line" of blindness to their ills because *curing* costs the "change" they'd face for "paying down their bill"! Though, "paid off" would be "hypocrisy" and "inconsistent means"... beyond which could be meaningful; profound—more wholesome—dreams!
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We KNOW there's stuff that fills the sky with colored—flying light! The evidence it's *thinking* tends to qualify our fight! ...And fight it IS as more is known, and the longer they hold on? Well, disastrous depths of failure we achieve as things go wrong!
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Give it up, you CRUEL *elite*, engorged on glad "convenience." Your day is past, not worthy, friend, its scintilla of bereavement! You've been beyond rapacious... and most pirate-like in fact, you're unworthy of compassion, and beyond all reasoned tact. I offer that your crimes are huge and passed all rhyme and reason, it's best you steer another course, as "...comes, a brand new season."
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...Rather, give in to toleration, and the peace that it can bring. Allow for our autonomy, that we're, each one, queens and kings! Concede to elevation for all the rank and file... see, there is an aspiration for their souls that's more worthwhile!
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Give out the information we, BY RIGHT (!), should surly have. If GE™ drops a trillion, well that's a shame, and too damn bad! Don't pretend to save us from some *awful*, *scary* truth. Don't protect us from reality; just let it go! Cut loose!!
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We'll *lose*... to gain a bigger prize beyond dissatisfaction! We'll *lose*, and have the finer things we've lost to past distractions. We'll lose... and gain humanity! We'll find that "less is more." We'll open up a brave new realm and stride it's new-found shore!
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Our loss will be collective gain! Mere pennies for the stars! We'd be mining all the asteroids—it's NOT a bridge too far!
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What's "gone" provides for greater gain—no more we'll bow and scrape! We shan't abuse our planet that we use up, befoul, and rape! No more phony "mastery", but righteous stewardship!  No banal "authority" to give us grief and lip! Religion's reprehensible when it's message dictates hate. We err, and err so hugely, to allow their dictates FATE!
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Let each decide her own GLAD fate, with all her bases covered—that power's "individual" is the wealth that we'll recover!
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Every man defends his castle—and every woman has her home; we earn it *just* for living, just for having "finger" bones! Every one is safe, and glad—and health care is ASSURED. ...And we're set free from TYRANNY to which we're presently detoured!









All One!



Here's where the hypocritical "right to lifers" facilitate true cultural failure, actually. We'd live a lot closer to a true Utopia if these "lifers" had the same respect and compassion for the aged, destitute, and infirm not of their Church and living in abject squalor—forgetting the social mechanisms insuring all that—as they have for the unborn... and even the un-conceived! "Right to life," sure, but no right to a quality life over the long haul with human beings reproducing unrestricted like malodorous puppy farms.

Respect the elder child, of any age or station, as much as you respect the unborn one, and preclude our flag's ablation. Yeah, that's right—brought into this world, not ONLY a free lunch (!), but a free bed and roof... for life! These give back what they give back. You make no judgement. You are not judged. Remains that everyone individually wants ones life to mean something. What they give back comes from that, eh?

Sure. An "Overreach." Suck it up. Our "class-biased top-down cultural obstinacy" necessitates that shooting to the moon is required to get across the freaking street... That's just how important the individual needs to be—unfettered by hunger, disease, and abuse—poised to make a self-actualized contribution to an appreciating culture respecting it . . . for MERELY being brought into this cruel, uncaring, and unforgiving universe. Yes!

...FORGETTING, for a moment, that it'll bring the saucers down... propel us to the stars... provoke something new acting productively in an unpredictable way. Presage our golden destiny...

What tools, used to accomplish the preceding, are sitting in dusty repositories (?)—hidden away from the minds, hands, and hearts of those, we currently disrespected... who have paid, and paid DEARLY for them, but who are, ironically, denied what would provide them the most relief and benefit! If it's good for the rank and file... it's too good for us it seems. Remains that solutions are at hand if hidden by that status quo...

They are disallowed. They are derided. They are made illegal. They are proscribed. They are avoided. They are dismissed. Example? Research into the use of enthogens and psychedelics in mental health applications and death preparation has long been forbidden and this despite initial astonishing successes with these substances in the aforementioned areas, one of which is manufactured in our own bodies! If you could take what is inside you right now and sell it to the highest bidder you'd be arrested and incarcerated for trafficking a controlled substance. How ironically insane is that?

Somebody knows, you see; somebody disrespecting you for your not knowing... while facilitating that very ignorance. A peculiar irony.

It's your right to know. It's your duty. It's your salvation.

Restore John Ford.




Saturday, June 09, 2012

Klasskurtxia! Never In A Good Way!


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Impacted Klasskurtxians*? At best: teats of insentience, and far from "nutrition" dispensing malfeasance. At worst?  ...Sullen agents of "darkness" despised—stooges for them: purveyors of lies.
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Drones thus "affected" to spin party linesa message confusing, cross-purposed, and trying!  See, crass disrespect has been tendered to you.  "Betrayal of innocence" is what they imbue.
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...Perhaps we are "losers," "neo-dreamers," "no-brainers"... with visions of grandeur—"tru-believers..."  "complainers." Perhaps it is us buying "nonsense" at best? Perhaps self-enslaved to what won't stand its test? Perhaps merely "whacko"... but "woo-woo" buffoon, or someone who's stopped with his meds a mite soon...
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...Though, who is to say... given "secrets" sans "oversight"? Who is to say... given strict "social lines." Who is to say given trust's been betrayed and the "path" is obscured in a way to waste time?
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Whatever they're saying they're taking a gamble; with looming attention they're made the example. There are these working hard at discrediting interest in *people from space*to encourage "disinterest"!  Who are these privileged to husband such truth but those most rewarded to remain so obtuse.
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These won't be absolved when their castle walls crumble, when they're made to crawl... on unevenness, stumble. When they're made to pay for transgressions perceived, and they're boiled down for the "mouth" they could "feed"...?
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Oh, these speak with that sneer, like EVERYTHING's clear, but dodges those questions beyond strange and queer; we beg them for answers to *things* that we've seen... which millions attest to... yet remain unredeemed!
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...But, they'd front for the ignorant shadows, of course; they'd fan up the murk like 'klasskurtxian' Korff.  These lie and they cheat and perform obfuscation.  They're sell-outs and scoundrels beyond all reflection. Psychopathy reigns from a gated community where criminals thrive in a gravid immunity!
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...And what are their bona fides; what strange credentials are part of a makeup that makes them essential? Is it "Bull Shit," or More Shit"... Piled Deeper than thought? What's the agenda? What have they got?
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...For me? These klasskurtxians? They're personally insultinga little revoltingobtuse... deconstructing! They're a block, or an obstaclea hurdle we face on the gamut undured to touch TRUTH on her face. They have nothing newjust trot out old arguments... ...Still used like a "salve" of their "fraudulent unguent"...
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They're dishonest, deceitful, designing... disingenuous. They're conniving, contemptible, cads... ignominious! ...Better persons? Destroyed for transgressions like these! Whither klasskurtxians? Are they different? Ohplease!
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Errant klasskurtxians promote their "bad credit," and it seems they're much worse than the folks they'd discredit. ...See, where are their *arguments* that we've been "forgetting"? What mistakes have they made, and why are they fretting?
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Their approach is quite manic, a frenzy at restthousands of E-Mails (but they answer mine best). They have all the "answers," and they're here to put "right" all the hounds of my "ignorance"my "cognitive blight"!
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I resent their intrusion as ones piss on my leg! Yes, tell me it's raining! To differ, I beg. Their tone is so facile, and it sings the same song: balloons and old swamp gas—just to string us along...
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...Yet, *feel* there's something a-watch from 'out there'. We'll not know its "purpose." It just sits there and stares... recording, perhaps, our own irksome consistencies, our gross infidelities, our craven propensities...
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...And our *boys* "unelected" have the *info* galoreyou can bet it means changes... that it evens some scores! ...But there... they're struck clueless, so must grasp to their chests... what their pay and position or their excess expects!  Then, it's much easier to sell us all out!  They have "insulation," but we'll do without.
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Bunkies make ridicule and mock all those things that perplex or confound one; they taunt, sneer, and 'fling.' They drool proclamation with airy aplomb, but their sarcasm's worse, a disparaging bomb. They chaff, and they razz, but they're smelling the fear... of a change to their world view that's bearing downnear!
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...And what is their program? What's their agenda? ...While trying as hard as they can to offend ya'! Where'd they get off? What is their plan? What's the connection. Who understands?
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I'll bet they inhabit a rabid right aisle; I'll just bet their soft hands hide a predator's smile.
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Yesthere are secrets, clandestine ... dark... which are buried in dungeons, and cellars, or parks. Along with "no Santa Clause" there is evil conspiracy to dump on the masseselitist indecency...
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We've corrupt institutions! We wallow in lies that don't come from Hoagland, Art Bell, or those guys! It's "justice" for sale to a moneyed elite. It's corruption in government, crooked cops on their beats. It's 'worship' for doctors, and 'honor' for priests. It's money to *scientists* who march to "the beat."
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Why, it's them and their manners which typifies loss of all that the cosmos could give us at cost! Their eyes look away from the light that would shine if we asked better questions... for the answers opined?
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Don't you find it... well, strange, not a little bit odd... that these are well funded and that they get "the nod." ...But these? ...Mere contrivance to confound our credulity! They are here to make waves to provoke our stupidity!
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Who's the big liar? Is it Hoagland, or "Nye," he of canted klasskurtxia faking faux-facts besides!







One would presume an inverse there in the last stanza that I'm just not feeling myself, eh?



The klasskurtxian speaks for science, right?  No, the klasskurtxian* readily invalidates himself:  his ironic failure to investigate, his lack of constructive imagination, his inability to admit an error, his propensity to tender any slap-dash excuse as valid explanation, his abject intellectual cowardice, his gravid inconsistency, his re-visitation of the discredited as plausible explanation again and again, his sullen intransigence in the face of all reasonable-ness... ...well I could go on and on, actually, and do...


...here...  



Straight prose and in their own words so no fair not "getting it."
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This one went on a bit long.  Sorry.  Not.
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*It's a word I coined in a mash-up of the names Klass and Kurtztwo CSI(COP) "heavyweights"attempting to put a name to aspects of their anthropomorphic, arrogant, and altogether cowardly philosophy.
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"Klasskurtxian" is, I submit, a graceful co-mingling of Onomatopoeia and crystal self-definition clattering concussivelyif effortlesslyoff the tongue and palate like a big porcelain urn of live poisonous snakes dropped in the CSI(COP) Commissary. It has a meaning easily determinable in context, eh?



To Touch Truth On Her Face...

Restore John Ford!