Sunday, September 30, 2012

...Known Known...

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Before esteemed and "Patron" Greeks, I'd learned that we were "primitive."  I'd gathered we should "climb their peak," but that "learning" seems inhibitive. No, we're "Archaic" and "non-sophistic" to begin our hoary line—a thin broken line in a well broken chain from *those* who were "backward..." ...to the Greek more "refined"?
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Said Greeks were from "a Golden Age" so "golden,"—brainy—sods! *Invented*! The "Philosophy," projecting "memes" abroad! ...Like they, themselves: the "sun source," eh?  The shining "knees" of "bees"! Proud nadirs of true "science"! The wisest, then, you see?  Well, forgetting I am "paying freight"... requiring meat, not bone!...I am here to question those who'd set our culture's tone!
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"From Greeks we had *descended* (?), then, to fly toward the sunto wander many planetsour 'journey' just begun"?
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..."The Greeks provided provenance—their 'vision'—mental clarity"? That's a thought which may provide for unsurpassed hilarity! The Grecian "mind" the nascent "root" that we purport to treasure: a high water mark (?) for a pride overweening... so contrived and over -measured?
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"Forgive our proud Greeks the mistakes that they made," my teachers all said, so they all could get paid. "...Before them was ignorance as wide as a river with 'witches' and 'faeries' and 'magic' embroiled. The Greeks gave us "reason" to focus our culture..." though ...remember how "talent," by "culture," is spoiled..."!
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Yes, perhaps, they're digressing and missing the point. Perhaps it's their outlook's askew—out of joint. Perhaps, not advancing: Greeks side-stepped their issues, abused their cognition—so darkness continued... ...And then appeared Augustine, exploiting that weakness!  He'd turn us from "learning" to "darkness" and "bleakness."  And lo, we descended to madness undreamed; the Dark Ages loomed... and then swallowed us clean.  The suffering's legend, beyond even Hell—as we were misled—so I'm ringing that bell!
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See, the Greeks were not "golden," but reflecting old light from that which preceded their cognitive blight...  ...which begins with a student of Plato, I'm taught—Aristotle: the "sun source of reason and thought..." And he merely echoed his "picking" and "choosing" of what was provided his "self-involved" musings; the wisdom had come from some "little black folks..." ...who white men are loath to admit to... or choke!
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...And his was a view that, to him, made all *sense*—that we were the *top*—that we're HUMANS, and since... we "ARE" at the "top" and the "crown of creation"... (...at the "center of 'spheres'hollow crystal concretions!), that we've "earned" our right to be specialaloof... that we are the favorites of *God*!!!  In.  *His.*  *Truth*!
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Before this? We're *taught*, we were lawless and primitive; blood, tooth, and claw was our ghastly derivative! Mankind was "lost," he would dwell in dank caves; he'd be brutal and shiftless—and he'd stink a foul way? Bereft all the data when women held court? The lives of our humankind were brutish, and... short?
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The *beauty* of chivalry (rofl) "was yet to be born," and man was "untamed and immoral—forlorn"? "His knowledge was "faulty, and likely dead wrong"! His "plentiful ignorance" was "stridently strong."
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"Thank God for the Greeks (?), and the thoughts that they had"? "Our beginnings were Greek (?), before THAT we're quite mad"?
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Never brought up—that they copied their stories from a dim hoary past they'd forgot (...to dodge fear?). They "spun" what they "copped to," dismissing the rest as the ranting of those they refused... but to hear!
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Man had old knowledge the Greeks thought was wrong; "the musings of primitives"; they'd pass that on, strong... so, we hear reports from the corners in shadow, and truth is obscured, disavowed, but foreshadowed!
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See... ...how could those KNOW that the sun was self-centered? How could those KNOW that Twelve Planets were there? How could those KNOW that a belt of accretion existed past Mars towards Jupiter, mon frere?
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How did those know the true colors of planets? Neptune was "green," and Uranus was "blue." How did those know of their similar nature, components of water—near "twins" they are (?), TRUE!
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"Primitive" man had the facts made forgotten by he who would spin a coarse weave of proud lies! *Primitive* man knew the facts of the cosmos compelling humility the Greeks don't provide!
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Lost in the drifts of a hoary old time is the proof of anomaly, fearsome—sublime—that long, long ago...in an eon dimmed past...there were Giants on Earth, and, yes! We were out classed! Most will fall short in pretense that it's God, but it slept with our daughters, friend, and it gave them a prod, and these were our Mothers created to WORK—not to worship or fawn or be less than alert.
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These Giants want LABOR t'would further their ends, and we were a "means," so they used us my friend... in a manner to teach us some stuff which they knew... about planets, and systems, and craft they flew, too!
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These are the records as writ by Sumerians... from ages on back to a time ... lost—mysterious!
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...All of it's gone, then, for thousands of years! The Greeks "put it down" as the proof of their fear, and then left us traditions for systems (Earth centered) that lasted too long, so we stumbled and splintered!  ...Then he, "sensing weakness," discounted the sages... he turned us from "learning" to the darkest, dark ages...
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These are the thoughts that we run from today! Too, we are at peril...could be flushed straight away by the first cosmic strike—some galactic affair—to smother our fate sans compassion or care! ...Or by something more tiny we're brought to our knees? The extinction of fauna, say—froggies or... bees... but laid to waste, bare... then extinct at the last... because our attention got kicked in the ass.
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...Written in clay, it is clear and decipherable, beyond mere coincidence... the things that "they knew..." which they wrote down for us in their "wedge pokes" and "slashes"... that we've disregarded, or laughed at... ...all TRUE!



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How could they know? 
Pip pip pip... PUTT-in dada-dada... ...pip!

Restore John Ford

Sunday, September 16, 2012

...Isn't It Queer?



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What's new with John Ford? How goes his travail? Does he shamble around with a mop and a pail?
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What are his chances; does he pretend (?) sweet liberty's restored to him ever again?
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Is he despondent? Is he depressed? What do you miss when your freedom's oppressed?
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Is he despairing? Is he tormented—writhing and chafing his unearned internment?
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Of what might he THINK, then, "forgotten" in prison? How does he manage his hellish condition?
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How does he govern the feelings he has for the folks who betrayed him, or cheated him ...bad...
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What are his thoughts on that lack of concern from his own damned community who's shunned him, in turn? What are his options? What's his prerogative? His right to release is a sad interrogative!
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Loitering streets? ...Some far worse than him! Released, and at large?  These are MONSTERS, my friend!
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Though, it's Ford who is jailed like a serial fiend, when, in TRUTH, he's done nothing but question "the meme"!  ...And what is this "meme," then, the circumspect ask?  Well, the meme that you can't take the "system" to task!
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He's scorned for his courage of strident conviction! He's jailed for reasons concocted from fiction! He lives a perdition of "slow rot" to please... those who "make out" if he's brought to his knees!
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He lives his debasement to further the ends of the demons who profit from what they propend. He's tied up and muffled to further the cause of political ambitions... that should give us all pause! Forgotten and lonely he sits in his cell, thinking—quite rightly—he's gone straight to hell.
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What's the damn hold up? When was his "crime"? Who was it injured for John doing time? Where are the reasons he's suffered these years? Why can't we help him?
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Isn't it queer?
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How's it continued he's held and confined, and never a trial?  Why, I'd lose my mind! From the pages of Kafka, confined and abused for years without end... could we BE more bemused?
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What of John's lawyer? What was his take? How much of John's property paid bills he had faked? WHERE are John's assets? What of his pension? How long must he suffer the man's foul detention?
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WHERE is the Justice? WHERE'S the fair play; where has the *fairness* departed, some say! Why can't he speak; why can't he talk—why can't he tell us his crime is a crock? What is so secret they'd lock him away with the key gone... misplaced!
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This is done every day...
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When will he get all the rights that he *has* for being "AMERICAN," I hasten to add!
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I'm thinking of you, John; I'm in my back yard. I'm looking at Venus, and stars that shine, hard.
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The wind's in my face, but my freedom's a fake; with you in your jail, my freedom's at stake. It's all washed away by the whim of the man who handles our lives with the heaviest hand.
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Step on his toes in a search for some equity, and suffer the slings and his arrow's inequity. Make a demand for respect you be shown, and be thrown to the foot of the man's jealous throne!
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Demand a just treatmentto be kept well informedand be found (surely!) outcast, shunned, and then scorned!
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When is your trial? Shall you be heard? Or will they just mock you, and keep you interred?
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...May John, the fates willing, secure his release, and then sue for a bundle, a billion at least!


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Restore John Ford!


This egregious adumbration of his civil rights justifies that SMALL hyperbole, reader!

How much longer, people? Remember!  It's _YOU_ in there ...rigged due process... Without a review. Without an appeal. Without any hope?

"WAIT! Isn't this America"?

...Was it ever?

Put it together yourself, reader.

The *accused* John Ford has an altogether efficacious history to the very moment of his alleged crime. The accuser—the late John Powell—in suspicious contrast, is associated over a period of many years with tremendous graft, vast political corruption, and an open-ended racketeering enterprise for which he later pleads no contest... AND IS CONVICTED!

Ford was relentlessly INVESTIGATING Powell for a reason only important in that it is used later as a reason to institutionalize him, seal him away from the very light of day. See, it remains, Powell could bear NO investigation for any reason, and so had a zero tolerance for same.

The accused was a tax paying and law abiding "boy scout." The accuser was, clearly, a sociopathic career criminal pleading "no defense." Black and white so very seldom delineate themselves so plainly, do they?

No, the circumstantial brilliance of John's seeming innocence should be a red flag to the rest of us. How can we in good conscience let anything like this go so blithely... without some investigation insuring that no injustice has been done?!

Let me tell you something you sons of bitches (who know who they are); you imperil YOURSELVES with this too easy and disrespectful complacency regarding John Ford. Let a machine grind ANY lawful individual in arbitrary gears with impunity and you WILL, eventually and with certainty, be ground in those same tyrannical gears! If not you—your children, or your children's children ... and with certainty, remember!  That goes for all of us.

Restore John Ford!


Sunday, September 09, 2012

...Men of Straw, Feet of Clay...


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...A moment to celebrate   Jesse Marcel  . A HERO by measure (!) despite what Todd tells*! A patriot born at the start of last century, he burns with significance—proudly exemplary!
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  There at the start in a matter of consequence—the lost message traffic and tales of incidence—he followed the orders that made him a "tool"!  He'd endure his betrayal!  Todd calls him a fool.
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  Nailed to crosses of "National Security," plagued by an excess of "brass insecurity," he came to his end with these words on his lips—"I'm knowing the difference 'twixt [trash] and space-ships!"
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  Jesse was special, and held a position of critical importance he'd earned with precision! Efficient, and smart (...of unquestionable honor!), this was a FINE man Todd's trashed and dishonored!
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  Concerning TOP officers—who made real decisions—who put Jesse *in* to his well-watched position? These were no bureaucrats obsessed with their image; these were hard warriors who'd just won their scrimmage with Nippon and Hitler—stood tall at the finish! See? They had no problems with Jesse! No blemish!
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  Survived by a son who he raised up just fine (the son's now a doctor, but pay that no mind), suffice it to say that this son bears with tact ... what Jesse Marcel said he did—was a FACT !
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  The spaceship was real; it was held in his hands! "No trick of 'foiled paper' and 'balsa'...," says Stan! No cellophane tape or "carnival symbols" explained his excitement; I'm sure he still trembles! No trick of the light, or slight of dad's "hand" would make him face ridicule the like of that planned... by Todd, his associates—other short-sighted cowards who shrink from "conundrum" or matters "empowered"!
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  Something occurred on that cold storming night! Hot flashes of lightening lit up a new sight... ...a craft "from the stars" which had made its "crash landing"... and left a scarred Earth—a scar huge and commanding—a trail of pieces that point to tomorrow! Tomorrow is here, folks! Give it up! Do you follow?
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  Jesse was honored by all his superiors; NOTHING about him was noted inferior! See, he was involved with those "bombs using fission"? The "first of their kind" was the point of his mission! You think they weren't sure of his words and his deeds? You think him not CHECKED to a parse and a squeeze?
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  He was—their intrepid—head of intelligence! He was the boss! Where comes Todd's intransigence?!
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  Sooner or later the truth will come out, that Jesse had honor... and that Todd was a trout. Hooked like a fish on a spurious line, Todd uses straw men (of a scurrilous kind) to smear and discredit a man who had honor—exceeding detractors too shallow to matter!
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  What of Todd, then? Did he print a retraction? Did his sloughed mortal coil aid predicted inaction? Did he ever make good with dear Jesse's kin, or did he just search for new targets to skin?
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  I would admit to a wrong or an error... because I'm sincere and I want to play fairer! I'd even consider Todd's "white-bread convenience"... if he was forthcoming or tolerant—lenient.  ...But. He.  Was.  Not—the regrettable dog!  He's up-tight, presumptuous, a tedious frog... a frog with a croak unconsidered, ill mannered, bad tempered, presuming and bereft of all manners!
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  ...But Jesse's a liar for *dust* in bad records belies good researching; it's a narrow perspective! Jesse's SELECTED for SERIOUS toil; his records were accessed and strained—hell, par broiled! He was the subject of massive research! They chopped and they sliced his whole life apart, Burt!
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  So, if Jesse is, then, all "Bob Todd" would proclaim—for this top-kicking job? Who then CLEARED Jesse's name?


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*..."Tells" and not "told"? Even deceased?  Regretfully, yes. See, and paraphrasing the Bard, Todd's canted explication is the "evil living on and on" even as "any good he'd done is interred with his bones."  I trust that I've not done the same thing; I make my case.  Found incorrect, I'd accept it.  It's a step up, still!

 Remains that Robert Todd's "men of straw," you see, additionally had "feet of clay." His presumptive and canted exhumation of the character of Jesse Marcel is badly premised, is based on records errantly presumed to be without error—where they very much are traditionally errant—and so is only a masturbatory celebration of his own cant, bias, prejudice, naivete, and less than constructive inflexibility.  His wholly callous and insentient attack on Jesse Marcel, then, is without validity, lacks profundity, and is finally just a sad—though cloying—irrelevance.

 See the attendant and qualifying prose article first published in UFO Magazine.