Justification

Critical Prose & Poetic Commentary regarding UFOs and their astonishing ancillaries, consciousness & conspiracy, plus a proud sufferer of orthorexia nervosa since 2005!

Thursday, February 11, 2016

The AlienView


The Alien View
by Alfred Lehmberg


...The Alien View. The view that takes the "you" out of the equation. Oh yes and verily, fellow traveler, it'll put a *spell* of sedition on you! ...And you know what it is about sedition!
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Right! That an "alternative" offered is an attractive one or the sedition could not be able to seduce!  Why, it could even be intelligently preferred to one's culture extant as a "choice of better practice."  Though that's not the point... even as it is exactly the point, confusingly! This alternative remains to be contrary to the intestinally impacted status quo presently endured.  This is the nadir of things... whatever that status quo's inferiority, malfeasance, or duplicity... howsoever obvious is same!  Are we not obliged to criticize disingenuous culture?
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Of course, we are!  That, or we'd still be tilling three-field rotations on land we could never own while waiting for the stingy largess of the manor lord and his arrogant sons to ride down and make sport with our daughters!  Stow that!
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Concurrently, compared to the rest of the world the US sucks up a *share* of world resources that, by far and away, exceeds what it gives back to... well, anything, or anybody, frankly, even its own, lately... but for the aforementioned privileged few—that ironic vast minority
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The world pays so we can play! Why, we Americans should incur more rank enmity, pay a higher and higher price for complacency as that goes on, and have. ...And shall it would seem.  It's time for a new approach.
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Indeed, we must likely, if righteously, pay a premium—remembering benign leftist Governments in Central and South America the United States usurped to favor true murdering monsters of the right-wing—for disrespecting the rest of the world as much as we have. Verily, by any sensible measure, we have so disrespected same.  
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I digress further, but that the disrespect parlayed for the third and fourth worlds, now prosecuted for decades, creeps back even to our own sovereign shores to the least of us: we the, even thrifty, aged, the destitute young, the vast majority of the chronically unemployed, the uninsured, the unquestionably ill and infirm, the walking wounded precipitated by thirty years of unbridled corporate predation, thievery, and craven psychopathic soullessness.
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Back at the ranch, though at the root of that soullessness?  Try not to laugh. See, that's really just a whistle passed a graveyard.  Take a deep breath and remember that the reader is but filthy rags as viewed by one's even trivial "ideal."  He who'd hang the stars like lamps in the night sky is by no means remotely impressed with our finest works.
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The readerand this writerhave earned the right to laugh at nothing... given the aggregate expression of the average alluded to resembles so many monkeys having carnal knowledge of footballs. 
That's being fair.
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Resolved: America should be leading humankind's effort in the matter of "ufological disclosure," (howsomever expressed even that it might raise one's bile) but remains, in fact, its biggest hurdle. We provide other hurdles to the rest of the World's... ...exsqueeze me—"ufological disclosure"?
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Do I detect a smirk? Remember it; that is my sole admonition...
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See, if you lived over a guy with a bad headache, would you continue to practice your tap dancing or jackhammer sculpture? The Alien View observes that many of us are doing just that. Indeed, even presume a right to continue to do so... Don't pretend to wonder what I'm talking about; just answer the question.
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I would just as soon, not, for myself. See, I do know that misery shared is decreased where joy shared conversely performs a most joyous inverse... that might mean something at the end of the path with jungle beyond.
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Is that the reason for a pretty thundering silence on issues I've raised... Inviting any C& C, excluding, of course, any discussion on the subject of  "end rhymes" (...heard that one.)...
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Ultimately justified poetic jibes at the arrogance of  the intelligence used by others like it was their own if psychopathically employed, weapon, alone… You'd begrudge me even that?  There's to be no justice?  
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Matters not.  It's a song, and that's what songs do.  ...Some of them have serrating teeth of end rhyme.  It cuts a little deeper each stanza and can continue to cut for centuries, remembering Byron. 
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Consider, these songs aspire to be a song for the greatest denominator—hence the end rhymes! They are songs, folks. Don't be snotty or trifle to sneer at their proffered sincerity.  It's deconstructive. This is forgetting I'll eat your literary face for it when I can...
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These songs are ironically the result—not, I challenge, a cause— of mechanisms I believe in stealthy operation to the detriment of us all. These are a psychopathic's employed mechanisms of "trust betrayal" and "crimes of obfuscation," it would seem, perpetrated against humanity by an aggregate *officialdom* cited in the prosery alluded to, to delegitimize UFOs so stubbornly perceived, still! 
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My songs are merely one self-aware individual's reaction to these mechanisms and the psychopaths making use of them… I make no apology, even double down on my assertion. 
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See, my songs are provoked chronicles on dangers associated with these suspected and obvious the inconsistencies of officiality I've outlined above.  You know who they are. 
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My songs are a sincere poetry critical of self-serving institutions perpetuating their heinous authoritarian inflexibilities on those not believing in the default status quo.  To protect corrupted officiality's imagined exceptionalism of positioned privilege, they denigrate and are disingenuous as regards key aspects of the highly strange, to live with a god's auspices, themselves, but denying a true first category civilization: real medicine, sound social efficacy, wondrous tech, and instantaneous communication for the rest of us.
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A kingdom to be had, at hand, but for their niggardly denialism. 
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My songs aspire to be disciplined "raps" regarding the courageous acknowledgment that there is, in fact, an awareness of those cowardly auspices alluded to... and the prevaricating education systems, among other errant support systems, facilitating them... A pox upon them, all, eh?
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These are devices and mechanisms manipulating the sensibilities of deceived persons falsely believing they make informed consent regarding the content of miserable lives unsuspecting that their trust is, and has always been, betrayed... ...Though, don't get me started. LOL!
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...That might have seemed a little maniacal. I can't (won't) apologize.  In an insane society, it might be that the insane are sane.
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...And now to obliterate one's laughing smirk alluded to above with that admonishion to "remember." ...Release the hounds on unearned hubris where it was observed, as it were...
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See, I'd read recently from one of the more obliviated (TM) "juice-suckers," bagged and cognitively boggy, blogs... (whew!) ...that there were "some things more important than UFOs"!
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...Some things... more important... than UFOs...
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He (she, it... they?) suggested this seriously asphyxiated and unthinkingly pompous clunker... even as he (she, it... they?) intimates or self-propounds themselves as "the epitome of logical balance and educated sensibility"—not the dilettante mooks crippled with unearned hubris like these actually are.
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...These mumble protestation, whining ironically about "morons in need of attention."  There's a squirty giggle for you....
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Let's "shift into high but fly by the stingray to wave bye bye."  Yeah!  Hang a big shift of change course, understandably, and take an embracing reasonable leap of interrogative conjecture! Let's test the soundness of the preceding idea... a thought experiment, if you will...
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Resolved: ...that there are some things more important than UFOs.
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Well then, presume for a moment that there actually were intelligently occupied UFOs in the skies above, after all... What if?
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Yeah yeah yeah... Just go along you tedious CSIcopionic-klasskurtxoid stooge canoe (TM)! Even for you, an imaginationally challenged, fearfully lurking, and intellectually constipated cogni-mooker... your *evidence*, such as it would have to be for you, is in your hand... ...go with me... ...Your Warp drives, alien heads, ray-guns, alien pot shard... or whatever it takes to stop the receding horizon of your shallow-draft evidentiary boat!  ET is extant...
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You have your "evidence" such as it must come to be and so you must now "believe," to observe your own dictates if you have any backbone or integrity at all!  The fallacious "extraordinary claim" has, and at last, its mythical "extraordinary evidence," in hand.
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...Uh, if you can't do this for the purposes of the argument? Then we can stop right here because we have already defined your problem while proving my point... and please to run, don't walk, to the nearest clinic and get yourself sterilized so we can preclude the continued potentiality of your dodgy contribution to even the shallow end of the gene pool... and thanks for playing!
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Back at the ranch... UFOs "are real," then, for the purpose of argument. Just the way a host of lettered and credible persons has found them to be.  This is given. They are real. Real as death or taxes, in fact, more real than death and taxes, actually. Therein lies the problem... but I won't digress, again.
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Real UFOs conjectured, landing on the White house lawn, abducting citizens, sharing their choice of technologies, buzzing our military bases... ...or eating our heads...
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...What remains in our "previous affairs" more important than the occupants of those UFOs?
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Which of our previously presupposing concerns remains to take its prerequisite's precedence? What imagined slight between Catholic, Protestant, Moslem, and Jew does not wither away to irrelevance in the cold hard light of a ufological reality?
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Given UFOs? It's everything ELSE must come to individual adjustment. Love and hate, War and peace, God and the Devil. Everything else. Everything. 
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E V E R Y T H I N G...
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I think that's GOOD news, forgetting it also, sadly, keeps the *mainstream's* giggle-bumpers up... s'ok... verily these bumpers fray and dissolve away!
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See, we're like a bunch of BCE (Before Common Era) south pacific islanders of early generation on the cusp of our discovery by *others*.  Their (our) island is abruptly surrounded by elder civilizations of a—we can only hope—refined sociality and seemingly magical technology? They (we)... slowly begin to realize that they (we) are going to have to take a different path... to self-esteem and self-actualization than they (we) had heretofore presumed. Eh?
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They'd (we'd) better!
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A lesson learned from the Matrix film series? Harsh reality is preferable to pre-programmed sky-pie that won't pay off in something "real"... something that pays the aggregate rent, for your trouble, in a system where the individual has an informed consent!
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Experiment over. What did you discover?
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Now: consider the legion of sincere and intelligent persons who have already made that aforementioned ufological leap and are waiting with dwindling patience for the ardently inappropriate "sea-anchor pelicanist" to make the leap himself (...herself, itself...). No.
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...Uh-uh....
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...Nothing, no thing... is more important to humanity than a resolution of the ufological issue and a statesman-like, of needs, political approach to same. No thing. Everything else is mere reaction and distraction to that, I'm compelled to think, everything else is smoke and mirrors to insentient inculcated drones who could be much better advised and informed than they are or have been.
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Too, the rewards for our bravery, I suspect, are greater than the risks—which are inevitable anyway whatever we decide or do! That's good news I feel, still.  It's honesty and self-respect on the way back. ...Feels good and smells better!
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This resolution is necessary even with a seemingly unlikely opposite outcome! The truth... though heaven falls, after all. Solid ground, then, of informed consent on which to build is to be preferred.
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Truth, though heaven falls? There are better heavens, I suspect, ones we could make for ourselves right now if we wished, if we but chose to. A kingdom truly at hand.
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Not a "believer", remains I can believe. Additionally, "I can think, and I can wait." ...See you there!

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