...We're Not Alone...

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At issue, agendas: 

they do as they will, 

and will "give of themselves" 

to dispense "bitter pills"!

. 

...Still, ...I hear a drum 

in the distance, at times, 

...and would dance to the beat 

of that faraway rhyme!

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See, I'm hearing dirges 

of "sad, tortured souls"—

too many, by far, 

from cruel rocks and harsh shoals! 

Smashed by our cowardice, 

dashed on its stones, 

bashed to oblivion, 

they're rejected—alone!

.

"So, what of it, friend; 

like, what is their deal?  

...What's it 'besets' them?"  

...Your "skeptics" will squeal.

.

They say they're "abducted"... 

by "persons" unknown—

invaded, "dissected," abused, (!)

 these disclose!

. 

Then, treated with ridicule, 

and dismissed as "fringe stuff" 

they're shoved to the rear, 

so they don't get "enough."

.

"Enough of what, pray?"—

your 'Bunkie will sneer, 

as it wallows its ignorance 

and fondles its fear...

. 

Why... honest attention!

 Some lack of contempt! 

A "contempt" too reflexive—

 and bereft any sense!

  .

...And that just to start! 

Then, impassioned concern... 

from circumspect persons 

who wish but to learn!

.

There are too many people 

affected by this 

to casually dismiss 

with a snear and a hiss! 

Though, this is the mindset 

of "mainstreams," who try... 

to trivialize that 

which has impacted lives!

.

They DO the same thing 

with the other "big issues"—

the rape of our planet ... 

our "ethics" of tissue! 

They DON'T cop to truth 

plainly glaring disgust; 

it's plain (as a "nose"!) 

they're abusing our trust!

.

Quality people 

have pondered these questions, 

suggesting invasion (!) 

or strange infestation (!!), 

but "mainstreams" will wallow 

their "party-line creep"—

then sell us their lullaby's 

aberrant sleep!

.

Too! "Researchers," "debunkers," 

and "skeptics" agree 

to opinions they have... 

that they're comfy with, see? 

They're grasping at straw, 

or whatever they'd find... 

to prop up gross egos 

as bound... as confined!

.

I know folks, myself! 

They're salt of the Earth! 

They're community pillars 

for what THAT is worth, 

but others demean them 

with judgments and labels, 

dismiss them, too quickly, 

as fictions or fables!

.

They'd nothing to gain, 

had so much to lose. 

They've been harried 

...and tortured... 

abused and contused! 

Ignored and dismissed 

or rejected, they fear... 

that they're crazy (or worse!), 

...though what's worse is right here!

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Big brother awakens 

and becomes autocratic.  

Society subsumes all good sense 

in the static.  

Predators have every law 

on their side 

and the "culture" supports 

this betrayal... with pride!

.

So, YES (!) we're a symbol 

of where we're amiss, 

where WE void control 

to a destiny missed!

.

We would evade 

our great chance to show courage—

to wallow in ignorance, 

misled and discouraged? 

We'd be supporters 

of that which confines? 

...We'd be our own product 

of terror, besides?

.

No! We'd opt for bravery 

and spit in the eye 

of whatever confines us 

for reasons described!

.

See? "We're not alone (!)", 

say the millions of persons 

in studies conducted 

or in polls that we've had. 

"We're not alone (!)," 

say the suffering people 

affected by terror—

who are feeling quite bad!

.

"We're not alone (!)," 

is the message of history. 

"We're not alone (!)," 

as the evidence says! 

"We're not alone (!)," 

but embracing a cowardice—

pretending a solitude 

that we shan't possess!

.

Something's occurring 

that hides in the shadows; 

something's occurring 

that they won't admit. 

Something's occurring 

that opens the floodgates 

for interesting futures, 

...and we'd best equip!

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"Something" is touching, 

just, too many lives—

I know some myself, 

and they're wrongly despised. 

They're WRONGLY mistrusted, 

and WRONGLY suspected. 

They're telling a truth 

as they see it! Respect it!

lehmberg2002@gmail.com
http://www.alienview.net/

...Takes GUTS to stare this anomalously glaring beast into its furtive, misshapen, and too intelligent little eyes, eh? ...One hopes for same... Then!

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Then? The "alien conjectured" remains to be considered! That's right. Only then. It is not now being considered; it is only dismissed, merrily, without investigation.

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True.  Initially?  We have to take care of the "beams" in our own eyes before we can worry with regard to that odd mote in another's—misidentified motes we likely lack capability to understand presently—those conjectured *others* being so much farther down the future's path we must all travel. 

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No. The "beast" is first, us.  We're our OWN alien!

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We are the enemy that must be defeated—our arrogance, our hubris, our pride, our impertinence, our cowardice, our faithlessness, our intolerance, our tyranny... well, we risk tediousness to go on, eh? Though we could.

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Additionally, it seems "select persons" may still have a significant enough ration of the "guts" aforementioned, and the disingenuous  "status quo" submits to its needed and very well-deserved "tune-up," the invigorating result? I suspect so. I should hope so. I feel it is so. Remains, it is the knowing.  Some know.  Somebody knows...

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Restore John Ford.

Flatwoods Monster Investigators

 

Flatwoods Monster Investigator Gray Barker,

 and on his shoulder, Frank Feschino, Jr: covering 1952-2025

byAlfred Lehmberg

 

One of the original investigators of the Braxton County "Flatwoods Monster"... was an actual Braxton County resident! He was also the famous early paranormal author/investigator, Gray Barker. 

In September of 1952, Barker went to Flatwoods and investigated the close encounter incident shortly after it occurred. He would have an in, in that community, that no others would have! He was, essentially, a neighbor and a homeboy! He was one of them. 

While there, he met and worked alongside veteran cryptozoologist and author Ivan T. Sanderson, who was also in town! Sanderson was there performing his own investigation into this singular affair. In a digression, this writer bets that Barker was able to grease Sanderson’s wheels, somewhat. Central West (“By God”!) Virginia wouldn’t cotton to outsiders.

Back at Mr. Barker’s ranch, he would later write a short article about the "Flatwoods Monster" case. This was published in the January 1953 issue of "FATE Magazine." It was titled "The Monster and the Saucer." In this article, Barker would detail his research investigation into the Flatwoods case. 

Then, in September of 1953, Barker self-published the first volume of his new UFO magazine, "The Saucerian." It was titled, "W.V.A. 'MONSTER' - A Full Report of the Investigation." The entire issue featured the "Flatwoods Monster," which gave additional information about his research into the Flatwoods case.

 

Only trying to be reasonable, a skirted space nixie just won't make
credulity's cut in the first place, and it was described as a
mechanical entity from the very beginning, in the second! 

Barker wrote, "Was it a robot controlled mechanically...Or was it a man, or 'thing' in a space suit?" Then, in 1956, Barker's book, "They Knew Too Much About Flying Saucers" was published; it contained two chapters about the "Flatwoods Monster" with even more information about his investigation.

The opening two chapters were titled, "A hilltop, West Virginia" and "Flatwoods, West Virginia." In the book, Barker wrote this about the craft going down on the Fisher Farm that night, "If saucerian in nature, why did it land? Was it in mechanical difficulty? Or, did its pilot wish to make observations?"

 

"Funny damn meteors!" News clippings of the time...

Gray Barker and Ivan T. Sanderson were well aware of the numerous UFO sightings occurring along the eastern coast on September 12, 1952, as well as the numerous sightings of various craft over Braxton County, including Flatwoods! Barker wrote, "The strange [Flatwoods] event had taken place simultaneously with sightings of aerial objects over several states. These, reported generally as meteorites, flashed over West Virginia, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Maryland, and the District of Columbia. Within a 20-mile radius of Flatwoods, numerous persons saw what they described, variously, as shooting stars, flying saucers, and meteorites. Evidently, these were different objects than the one seen in Flatwoods." 

The constant reader will recall that meteors have been fulsomely debunked...

Though here’s the twist? Even though Barker and Sanderson were aware of the numerous other sightings across the country, they were not able to put the big picture together at the time! He'd admit this! 

See? Barker had no access to Project Bluebook files... plus he didn't have Feschino's dogged decades of quality and well-documented hindsight! Barker made the following statement, “I can only begin to cope with the mass of data and the correspondence, the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle containing the answer to the entire mystery—if it could only be put together!”

...

Well, reader, 40 years later (and in spades!), Frank Feschino, Jr. picked up the "Flatwoods Monster" investigation where Gray Barker and Ivan T. Sanderson had left off! Moreover, Feschino has never stopped looking into the case! From this writer’s guns, Feschino was able to take the massive amount of data he had accumulated on the UFO events of September 12, 1952, and, with all due diligence, PUT all those puzzle pieces of that abstruse jigsaw... together! 

Respectfully, Feschino remains hugely grateful for being in a position where he was able to stand on such brave and capable shoulders. They'd provided a lot of the pieces, after all... even as Feschino put those pieces together...

Now, after 32 years, Feschino's ongoing investigation into the "Flatwoods Monster" incident can be more fulsomely told. There’s more to come from Frank Feschino, Jr. and from this writer, come to it, where one can hold Mr. Feschino’s coat and scabbard… spirit willin’ and the creek don’t rise! Remains… Stay tuned! UFO’s, (and with a deliberate sneer to the UAP... only a facile term of plausible deniability, flatly, where the UFO is a brick through a window!), are getting ready to pop!

Closing, Flatwoods is one of the better-documented UFO cases available (period!) and the ONLY substantive analysis of Flatwoods, at all… This is remembering, of course, that Flatwoods was the end of the story and a story providing all the justification necessary for a respectful take in the UFO’s regard. 

This may be required when the reader further recalls that Flatwoods was the end result of a well-admitted if  “undeclared” air war with UFO’s… Directed by the President of the United States... where men and lots of equipment just vanished into thin air… this, apart from the loss of life, crashing military aircraft, and civilian property damage occurring during that war... or so the records say.  

21 HOURS and Change of extreme UFO
Activity with aircraft launched to shoot them down!

Timestamped sightings paint a picture!

...Insult And Injury...

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On its wave-crest, wind-surfed "Time,"

we'll "soar and cleave"* on words of rhyme. 

See, we don't tire tempting fate... 

We've a hunger we would sate!

.

Look... we have watched them changing color,

we've seen them flit or fly... and hover... 

...unsettled tales, dissatisfaction... 

peering 'twixt the main "detractions?"
Like: who does, "wrongly," what to whom?
Who's "scratching itches best impugned"?
Where's Bill Clinton put his penis?!
What's it to you, then, in imprimus?
Forget it might be, plainly, you; 

that you are being insulted. TRUE!
...And where you're not insulted, friend?
You're injured, the result... ...comprende?
.

You who'd buy-in on the lie 

which keeps things as they are: contrived! 

You who just accepted "heroes," 

made to order "paper zeros," 

mythic fathers "deified" 

to keep alive the "lie" disguised! 

...If "Jim," above, is on the spot 

we are betrayed; that means a lot! 

See, we've deserved this "hidden info" 

kept from view—sans innuendo!

.

Look, there are those who "pull weird strings, 

apart from our control," the thing! 

These, surely, must deny "enhancement" 

as sure as these preclude "advancement"!

. 

...Let it go, Sir! Tell us true! 

Treat us with respect!  We're YOU!
We're the folks who heat your water
Build your homes—your "comfort's" author!

.

"You don't want to know the truth!" 

That's what you get from these aloof—

these who hold selected cards 

that they've held out—the way things are! 

Forgetting those who keep their nose 

on grinding wheels, so indisposed? 

One wonders at the SHAME they'll feel, 

when comes—at last—to rest ... their "wheel."

.

I factor in ones living "well," 

with many homes (...dispensing hell!) 

and know they're threatened... by us, their "slaves" 

who prop them up—as in Sparta's day! 

These would fear we'd turn them out; 

(they're likely RIGHT! ...Without a doubt)!
...That wheel comin' 'round for me?
It comes 'round too... for them, you see? 

.

Look, these have earned our righteous anger 

putting us so far in danger! 

We're mere slaves and just don't matter (?), 

they live behind their walls and gather

"berries", "nuts", and "freeze-dried food" 

to insulate their cherished broods!

.

All the science we are "shown" 

is just a fraction on the "bone" 

which keeps their status quo hot wired... 

so "they" confound as "we" perspire. 

Much remains that IS suppressed ... 

...t'would make a man his king, the bet! 

T'would let a woman stand alone 

to live a life that she should own.

.

Too, energy, its glad production, 

is overpriced, is the deduction. 

This is true or we would see 

the profits made could set us free! 

We could pave our streets with gold, 

were we to be remotely bold, 

and find a way to obviate 

offensive spending's defensive hate!

.

There would be... NO misery, 

gone the threat to you and me! 

Homeless people disappear, 

battered women lose their fear, 

worried men take easy breaths,
and we would come to KNOW we're blessed!

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...Not a few, or a minority, 

even most, or a majority, 

but ALL the people satisfied 

by what they make of joyful lives!

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The point is to self-actualize! 

To build upon what's realized!

.

So! Taking Maslow at his word, 

we build the tiers of "pyramids," sir! 

Everyone a place to stay, 

with food and health a given, say. 

Education on demand, 

plus ethics reigning—understand?

.

Looking out for single persons, 

those reaching for their star's assertions, 

but copping to ubiquities 

of most of us in so much need!

. 

Many reaching for their stars 

still team up gladly—"fly to Mars..."! 

...Make the belt 'twixt Mars and Jove 

a three-ring garden pleasure grove!

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...Bubbles blown up huge in space 

that, fusion heated (just so placed), 

would make a wealth, yes (!), unimagined 

by the greatest minds imagined.

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Near Earth Asteroids are a BOON 

ignored by these contentious loons 

who place the center of their lives 

in "Aristotle's spheres" contrived!

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Lost in seas of ignorance, 

awash in our belligerence, 

and TAUGHT our lack of confidence... 

we'll suffer lack of consequence!
. 

We won't BE, at all, superior,
we will tend to the inferior; 

we will lose our glad interiors 

and ROT consume our false exteriors?

.

See, buying in to Earth's rape WILLS 

we swallow—bitter—poison pills, 

counting all the maimed and killed—

surveying massive graves we've filled—

but COP, and we could make it past

this paying down the bill amassed 

by unelected (jealous) men... 

who'd live sweet lives becoming them.

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More could share! that's not denied! 

Our lack of shame's to be decried! 

See, we could be as gods described 

if we but looked into our skies. 

Extend perforce our grasp and reach, 

We've brand new stuff to learn and teach, 

then pierce eternal—endless—skies... 

this is the birthright we'd previse!

.

We can make that "fateful climb," 

and sing new songs—make righteous rhyme... 

We'd vibrate down sad castle walls—

dispel those few who'd trip bad pawls...
. 

Less is more, one then imagines, 

but we still have our satisfactions... 

...watch them grow, a pleasing tease... 

This brings us from our scabby knees!

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Skyborne objects pulse a warning, 

obviating needless mourning! 

This glowing counsel's meant to stun... 

so you, at last, see insult done! 

That you BEAR your insult, more, 

from "church" and "state," and corner "store"! 

You see them on your smaller screen! 

Corporations cold—obscene.

.

It's all about manipulation, 

our "selling drugs and burgers" nation—

milking millions from the ones 

who pay their taxes... under guns!

.

We deserve much more than that, 

won't get it trading "fact" for phact™, 

for we could cure our own disease 

if we depart said scabby knees!
. 

Presently we have some answers 

("lost" in drawers or killed by "cancers") 

that we'd USE for elevation, 

self-improvement—improvisation!

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Please, have a  w i d e r  field of view 

and see the insults done to you! 

You would gain; you would not lose—

of needs, destroyed, the gates they've used 

to hide the *secrets* from your eyes! 

These fall like fruit ...from starry skies.
All at once, an efficacious,
unrestrained, and most bodacious,
...Synergy anoints us all...
and we endure... avoid our fall!
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Do that which you'd will, good folk
But do "that which" in Love, no joke...
More of us could "actualize"
that "Peak Experience," and no jive.
One deserves to meet potential
Where one endures the existential...
Contrived as that existence is,
but—sadly—that's the way of it!

lehmberg2002@gmail.com

www.AlienView.net

...On the crest of the available wave and rushing gleefully to some foreign shore! See, whatever recedes in my rear-view mirror was NEVER "Kansas"!  I'd know it if I saw it; then, I'd suspect I may have come from there, after all. ...And own up!

Restore John Ford!

*I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite.  ...And while I rise from my own globe to others and penetrate ever further through the eternal field... ...that which others saw from afar I leave far behind me. — Giordano Bruno

I Asked AI Copilot...

 

I asked AI Copilot to write a short essay with an illustration on why a person might explore this blog... that was the sole instruction... this was the result.

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...A Well Flogged Common Sense...

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Looking at the sky I see... 

a map of ancient history! 

Sky-borne objects, seen, go passed—

Yahway's TIVO, at the last?

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Though... nothing IS as it appears; 

all we "knew" is now most queer!
See, what we see is not what's true.
The sky's a "truth"? Be disabused...* 

.

Then? "Suspect motives" cloud our air, 

and we can't see what's flying, where! 

Saucers hidden by stuffed shirts, 

or those who cause our greater hurt... 

as people stagger, scared and scarred 

to suit the ones in profit's yard?!

.

...Still, you and me? We're in cahoots; 

we sift the murk for our odd truths, 

and we will read what gets no press, 

is ridiculed—is self-expressed...

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We're asking questions. We annoy. 

We should drive "mad" those who'd destroy... 

...the freedoms that we ought to have—

such freedoms as, contrived, THEY'D had! 

.

Quests beyond the pale of science, 

thoughts with depth (and self-reliance!)—

such thoughts as these may point the way 

for humbled science used new ways! 

Yes! Leaping up from callused knees 

to grasp those new autonomies!

.

...What's been "lost" or "cast away" 

when one's denied what some should say? 

"Things" not said but kept from view? 

These disrespect, first me, then you!

.

See, we're it I who dodged fair questions, 

plied innuendo or projection... 

that I'm "guiltless"—without face... 

plodding, facile—in disgrace? 

Were it I the psychopath—

a hurtful, sneering—smirking cad, ... 

not conceding valid points, 

and misdirecting those enjoined?

.

I'd be "tarred and feathered," "rail run," 

"jail driven," "tasered"—"gunned"!

.

...Still, I despair this might be me; 

all are suspect... conclusively! 

I know it's, then, my every word 

could wheel and strike me in its turn!

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...I hope you're right (you hope I'm wrong!!!) 

that we CAN wear our heaven's crown ... 

that we, in fact, DO crown creation, 

and are NOT just its infestation...

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Though, we aren't looking for the truth. 

We're distracted and misled—confused! 

And not because we'd choose it so, 

...but more because it's "fixed," you know?

.

I know our "knowing" has a price

that some of us must pay our lives; 

—cruel of course, without recourse; 

lies revealed in their discourse—

freed as we begin to know. 

The current "swine"? Them?
...The first to go!

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Us as means to their own ends? 

That luxury is ended, friend! 

Saucers fill our timeless skies 

and we'll rise up to meet those "eyes"!

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...Perhaps to make our own sweet deals, 

and lead ourselves, yes (!), never kneel. 

Not to God, or churlish Devil's, 

institutions, hammers, shovels—

not to men we don't elect, 

or lawyers, doctors ... ET, yet!

. 

Not to preachers, cops, or pushers, 

pimps nor pros, or psychic butchers! 

Released from bondage; free at last; 

free to think... and that's a gas!

...

It's not a "New Age sentiment" 

that clouds my point of view! 

"New Ages"? No! It's sense, at last—

betrayed by precious few!

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See, people sense hypocrisy 

in the "system" gone before! 

They look for other "passageways"—

for other "paths" and "doors"! 

They look for new alternatives 

in the paradigms produced... 

then work out—sane and logically—

just where they've been abused.

. 

People find that culture 

touts a politics of hatred 

and try to find new centers.  

...Not Republicans, unsated!

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It is, frankly, eighty people 

in a hundred DO believe... 

that these hurdles to our questions 

are up "skepti-bunky" sleeves—

employed, perforce, to mollify 

or put our "fires" out 

...but, to "muddy up the water," 

hell, for ALL we care about!  

To mask their real agenda 

and contrive their profit's lie... 

to cover up, obscenely, "saucers" 

...flying in our skies!

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Consider your klasskurtxian 

with saucers up his sleeve. 

He writes dismissive missives 

to express he's on his knees. 

That he takes the time—at all!—

speaks volumes for the case... 

that anomaly is happening, real... 

and right up in your face!

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He argues his obtuseness 

with a practiced tongue in cheek 

which is all convention's "wisdom," 

so it's hard to NOT believe! 

It's hard to buck attractive words 

so soaked in early temperance. 

Though, tradition can be sans all that 

which might justify new relevance!  

See... A mix of what is "plausible." 

A dash of "on the fence." 

A smidgen of what's "natural," 

and that well-flogged "common sense."  

This obfuscates the real deal, 

deacerbates desire, 

conflicts with revolution—

to become our funeral pyre!

.

Though, all around this "sideshow"... 

are these leaping / pulsing lights, 

and words that shriek with history 

from the folks you trust at night!

.

The truth is not forthcoming 

for the reasons we have named. 

Conspiracy's alive and well 

in shadows, well maintained, 

but we are, frankly, tired 

of them pissing on our leg, 

then, condoling that it's raining—

this trifles powder-kegs!

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...It's said that they're "protecting us" 

from the strangeness we "perceive"—

that we should "let that dog just sleep," 

and lie un-bothered ... NOT believe. 

...But I believe it's JUST that stuff 

that we should care about... 

believing we can profit from 

what we, then, might!  Find!  Out!

.

I suspect it's "efficacious"... 

regarding "wages" if we're brave... 

I think we're better off that way; 

it's "their way" is depraved. 

Presently are "easy" roads, 

just peachy for those few; 

see, it's most who'd be left hanging 

with the "bill" when it comes... due.

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Still, I endorse alternatives...

salvation** if we're brave... 

if we refuse to compromise 

with those who'd make us slaves.  

Those using fear against us.  

Those spreading all the hate.  

Those lying to our faces 

and corrupting angry fate!

lehmberg2002@gmail.com

http://www.alienview.net/

A lesson of history. ...Don't think so? ...Heh.

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We'd better raise ours eyes and see saucers soon, bunky, if we have to PUT them there ourselves!

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Restore John Ford!

*Limited by a, still (!), glacial speed of light... ...One would not know the Sun had entirely disappeared—blinked wholly out of existence—for eight full minutes!  This, if they were standing midday on a baked and shimmering dune in the Sahara!  The sky would lie a Sun still shining for that last 480 seconds. 

...Greater distance allows for only the greater lie, as the universe stands moot and unfeeling, ignorant of your demise as comes the unimaginable shock of Ragnarok's Apocalypse and the planet, abruptly released from its cosmic tether and in abject careen, is obliterated to its atoms? The instantaneous release of the kinetic energy in a mass constrained to a gravitational path... suddenly released to the tangential... would be... fierce.  Cheery!

**Salvation is, and has ever been, ours, as it turns out after a review of the evidence. See, it wasn't God runnin' up the stairs of the Twin Towers tryin' to give salvation to his fellow beings! To propound to a "faithful" that "He" sent them is but a disengenuous disservice to those consciously and conscientiously giving their much treasured lives, at all. Would God have risked his total annihilation? I think not! WE are our only salvation! Posted!