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The Universe is out there...
and it shall not go away!
corrupts its rhyme.
Designed to keep you thinking,
it still fans the flames of will—
to facilitate cognition
and expand the cogent mind...
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Still, you shall not have a lot of time
to speculate and wonder!
Idle thinking is a pastime
that the man must rape and plunder!
See, he alone shall take the time to satisfy his needs,
So he engineers a system
that must keep you on your knees!
From the Government, through its churches,
To the corporate priest or king...
The disrespect is cultural;
It becomes an obvious thing.
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See, he demands that YOU be humble
(while he struts behind your back!),
and he works to keep you hungry—
that's his job.
He'll take you to the finish
like the cowboy on a horse,
then he'll spur you in the gut
to hear you sob!
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He's mean and arbitrary—
is "convenienced" as can be!
He doesn't care you're hurting...
he just locks his gate, you see?
...And forget about "due process,"
or any "rights" you thought you had.
It's ALL for his convenience,
and he'll use you like a rag!
You're nothing but a tool for him—
it's YOU who's wearing down!
So, It's YOU who'll heat his water...
to be treated like his clown!!!
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This BEGS for your autonomy!That demand for some respect...
where you'd earned it by the fact
that you'd been born!
For reasons "good" or "bad"
(it doesn't matter one iota!)
as it's you to be impaled on his "horn"!
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It's why you need autonomy!
It's to disembowel your "kings";
It's to strangle all the "priests"
with steaming innards found therein,
And italics notwithstanding,
in poetics always FREE,
I can make the intimation
this is NOT hyperbole!
Still, provoked to hyperbolics,
I'm betrayed! I'm burned and shy...
While, queerly... lights keep flying
in my starry, starry skies!
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Shadows are abiding
in official slights of hand,
and the news will do its job
to fog things up.
See, to keep a person fretful,
uninformed, and in distraction
is the money in his bank
and gourmet coffee in his cup!
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Yes, there's much that he's not telling
(Back behind his one-way glass),
And excuses rendered, plainly,
are ridiculous and crass.
It's a foul recrimination
who proposes you've no sense!
Doc Shermer's mechanism?
Contrived and facile nonsense!
Rank disinformation
is the order of the day,
And most abuse their power...
as you close your eyes to pray.
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We watch him fake his sanctity
with a hanky to his eye,
looking dewy-eyed and grateful
for his "Lord."
A "doctor"—some local red-neck—
a bible in his hand,
plus a pot gut "out to here"
(near on the floor!).
He's from the local School-board
so is white-as-driven snow
and he's kicking off the school year
for the damned:
He spews his bait and switch
for ruined black kids unbelieving
as they're scammed.
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He waxes words most "beautifully"—
has you "sing a Christian song";
I felt just like an idiot
that I had to go along...*
Then he got into his Cadillac,
he'd put his bible down,
And cooling off with AC,
drove his house-girl out of town.
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They'll visit mountain condos,
where she'll try to "fluff him up,"
The view is million dollar,
and appointments cost a lot.
And then there'll be the "party",
and the ladies all make "nice",
But one, of needs, will walk outside:
a break from lurid vice.
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The remaining "powder" noses,
and the rest ignore the sky,
But the house-girl heaves her dinner...
near the saucer coasting by...
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Distracting from the vomit
or the games the rich men play,
A flying saucer's flying by
as plain as sin or day!
The house-girl is astonished,
then filled with monstrous shame—
Lost self-respect was palpable
where she would not put a name!
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...Like it'd caught her in the open,
and it saw her sad debasement—
was a witness to revulsion
marred and smeared...
It stopped along its track,
then seemed to bob just like a cork...
and then it moved back in her face
to get quite near!
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She was frozen in her fearfulness,
transfixed with fear you bet,
Forgotten was her sickness,
but not the shame as yet.
Yes, she trembled at it's size,
and the ease with which it moved—
Its soundlessness and shininess,
it's STAR reflecting—huge!
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She can see her own reflection (!)—
see the vomit on her chin!
She can see the lights behind her,
like a fun house mirror, spin.
Then—just "that" fast—it's on its way,
...like it hadn't even stopped.
And she wondered if it happened as,
well out of sight, it dropped...
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Resolve almost consumed her
and she climbed the hardwood rail!
She'd really rather jump than go indoors...
See, she knew a greater truthfulness
that had complicated things!
She knew, right there! Goddamn it!
She IS something more than "whore."
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She looked down into blackness
like a yawning gulping throat,
And she teetered on the brink
of what she knows she'd miss the most...
She listened to the night sound
and she heard a hooting owl;
It asked her who she thought she was.
It clearly sneered and scowled!
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Then, pitched recriminations
in the squeaking of the bats,
The muted forest's murmur
coming back from silence black!
It was like a celebration
that the truth had hovered passed!
She took a breath, her strength renewed.
She laughed out loud, aghast!
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The glibly hypocritical
were doomed to sad despair,
And time was running out
for cracker pot-guts to her rear.
SHE would "stay around" to see
the knashing of their teeth,
As they choked their words... faux righteousness
in denial—disbelief.
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She stepped down from the hardwood;
she squared her shoulders high!
She dressed and called a taxi.
She would try again to try.
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*A true story to this point...
What makes a fable a fable? It's the talkin' animals makes it a fable... d'ja know that was required? Fables require talkin' animals because they communicate "truths" you wouldn't believe from a human? Perhaps. Pretend a cute gerbil just said that.
The pot-gutted school administrator WAS real. The house-girl, of course, is a metaphor. We're all the house-girl; the point is that there's always more than that seen, right? Nobody gets it all. Nobody. The grok of that is decidedly liberating. It's the speaking owl...
"Who..." are you?
Verily, our planet presently bobs, disrespected, a slime-covered cork in a diseased and affected sea. We who allow ourselves the arrogance of our centric beliefs, our pathetic cultural hubris, or even the imagined favor of a psychotic God... are doomed to massive disappointment, it's expected. Such seems deserved.
On "the man..."
Some would even argue that that "necessity" for a "the man" we've ofttimes alluded to! You know, to provide an efficient structure for a growing population of individuals increasingly ill-suited psychologically, materially, and socially to survive that same population... this is NOT my sham and a hypocrisy. On its face with only that said, one is compelled to agree, of course. Some structure is required where a justified complication of 300+ million persons demands it! Only a fool would think otherwise. Our society is hugely complicated. Some "structure" is necessary. Only, the "choice" is between a secular social democracy and sectarian fascist aristocracy... so there IS but a single choice!
See, one finds that it is only a presumption that "the man" would have the individual's best interest at heart, in the process, and only a failing rule of efficacious—if overburdened—law to remotely encourage that best interest! Law ...failing more and more and favoring the decidedly autocratic rich. No justice there, eh?
So, structure's not the problem per se, is it...? Only, why does "the man" ALWAYS have to be a reptile, when he could be... a mammal just as easily? Sure, the reptile can make the hard choices for humanity after the asteroid hits, they're great at cutting losses, but it lives only for NOW. The mammal lives for tomorrow. "Tomorrow" needs to thought of... as "now" impacts it so excessively... right?
Currently? Reptiles hold sway.
See, the problem is that along with that aforementioned "necessary structure" we just talked about comes an accompanying betrayal so stark and obvious that the length, breadth, and depth of it stuns the credulity of the conscientious observer! It is almost completely demoralizing. ...Almost. More on that in its time, but it regards a betrayal of the social common denominator so deeply egregious that one is prone to be unconscious of it, of needs!
Back at the ranch? Current Government betrays us by playing to the lowest, least informed, and most common of the common denominator—while baldly facilitating the fewest of us—providing an insider mechanism for its own enrichment at the egregious expense of all the rest of us... all the while maintaining an unstinting hypocrisy, as its standard, in regard to those ostensibly governed! It's OK; they're never called on it. See, we just can't believe they'd lie that much, that often, or for that long. Ironic, given they always have, eh? ...And since the founders who owned slaves, most of them!
Church betrays us by
playing to the lowest, least informed, and most common denominator, and, blithely
inculcating their
unsupported and
bigoted hatreds (
of such depth and depravity that these depravities would provide for the immediate intervention of single persons affecting similar behaviors), there exists a standing
army of frightened and deluded mob-thinkers more than willing to effect torches and pitchforks for Gawd'n'country. Hey! ...Given a self-ballyhooing "apocalypse" we do
whatever "Gawd'n'country"
want, y'all! Black boots, brown shirts, and body armor only buttress that meme's support. These accessorize its reality. Such is MAGA and its bizarro world "prosperity" Jesus. MAGA? It Made America Go Away.
Our institutions betray us... betraying the lowest, least informed, and most common denominator, and, slaving themselves to corporate interests reptilian in aspect and psychopathic in attitude, still favoring the few at the expense of the many. There can be little argument proffered as regards the betrayal by our legacy media in every aspect of consideration here iterated, the highly spun lowest common denominator employed there is to facilitate the manipulation and control by same. See—we are the man's handily-created and abused "house-girl."
Society betrays the hapless majority and culture is NOT your friend, either; no, culture tolerates you only to the degree you serve it with seeming selflessness. That these entities of "society" and "culture" hate the individual is plain and has ever been so. Consider the nasty treatment of minorities just lately as exacerbated by TRUMPCO. Our wholly unchecked overpopulation is abundant evidence of that.
See, the more persons there are the less any one of them has to be respected, accounted for—held in regard... the more "drones" and "bitches" there are for the landed few to divide and play, one against the other, for their amusement, convenience, and profit. It remains that this provides for a world where 25,000 kids starve to death every day, today in 2025. We fight billionaire-funded CULTURE wars when we should be fighting people-powered CLASS wars!
Standing just out of the cultural firelight and perhaps as revolted by this humanity as we are found to be revolt-able is this... indefatigable ...other. The Alien. See, we exist reader, so, in a universe this large? They must exist... too! Nothing happens once.
Call this extra-natural being "God The Father" if you must... ...that looming singularity of concrescence... ...the Clock-maker, or the flying spaghetti-monster... ...it remains. This "other," this "alien" is extant to the evidential power of seven very compelling categories** in a calculated percentage number so close to "1" (or 100%) that the difference is entirety meaningless... ...A decimal point followed a string of nines so long that one gives up counting them as they run off the page and finally march into another country on the planet... the nines go on... to the nines! Nines, reader... to the nines!
I'm sure that the honored person reading this has an unsettling intuition regarding all that, eh? In truth, we are not alone, that very confidently conjectured presence exceeds present understanding, and it is the future, still. Heady stuff. But "stuff," still. ...Still! STILL!
Smile knowingly at your opponents to a man or woman, those demanding proof they won't accept, couldn't understand, and won't look for, anyway.
...Then Restore John Ford!
Read on.
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** Yes! Wholly unconsidered and even ignored by these mainstream "scientists" inexplicably duped to their insentience, apparently, by "fringe morons and intellectual lightweights," (like that was reasonable?!) is a massive evidentiary pathway known across seven categories to include:
(1) the Historical textual documents glyphed in soot and cut into stone or otherwise writ in ancient inks on cracking vellum,
(2) the extant Artistic Historical from primitives on the walls of their caves, through Middle-Age wood-cuts, to the masterpieces of the masters on rough canvas and slick gesso later on
(3) the quality Anecdotal reports backed up by multiple vetted witnesses and corresponding radar...
(4) genuine Photographic efforts prior to digital photography provided by Dr. Bruce Maccabee, et sig al...
(5) extant Physical Traces of landing UFOs as laboriously outlined by Ted Phillips and others...
(6) the "wholly Personal" evidence, if you have any as I do and...
(7) even the Mathematical, reader, as it is described in modern physics regarding the consequences of satisfying requirements accounting for "the formality of the actual occurrence" of something physical in this multi-verse (humanity "happened" so "others" must) but, specifically, as it is described in Probability One by Amir D. Aczel, PhD.
Alien intelligence, reader, is a certainty! Moreover, the evidence—entirely if ironically in concert with Fermi—is that they are here.
Pack that pipe and spark it.
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