Monday, January 02, 2017

On Dumbledore...

As there is a clear and present danger to same looming on its cruel harbinger it may be time to repost this:




Love. Our dearest tragedy. It is cherished or abused. One makes it; it is all we have! Love is hard to disabuse. But, we betray biology it seems, it's "sequenced" out... at long, long last, we've come to find... it's Love we care about!
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Though, it's carved in stone with bleeding knives; Love's dancing on the wind. Love makes a burden easier, or it adds to it, my friend. Though portrayed in tastes and flavors that may dance upon the tongue, Love fills a mouth with ashes where the heart is torn and flung.
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Love gleams in different colors that we break up into grades. Love's crimson, white, or golden; Love endures, or dulls and fades.
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They call the crimson "carnal." It's the marrow in your bones; if white, it's known as "philos"—it's a cleaner octane, Holmes; If golden, it's "agape"—the highest form of Love.  It's selfless and it's perfect—and the rarest (push to shove).
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It takes all three to make us whole—to make us more complete... ...but we would judge Love's value, and would qualify Love's reach! Oh, this is where we HUGELY err! We dictate and pronounce. We ridicule, demean, and shame. We disqualify—denounce!
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We'd prohibit and we'd cancel, we would legislate our drives! We'd complicate the issues. We'd produce our sad despised!
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We *append* to sex and preference "connotation" gone awry—and contrive a lesser value like we *knew* the reason why! Well, we don't know, though we'd presume the "wisdoms of convention," and cause a person's torment based on cant or crass invention.
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Now I don't write with scented inks. I'm just not wired that way. I'm making no apology, but showing distance, Dave! See, I had listed those I've met in decade's factor-five... perceive they're not the problem; they're a blessing, that's no jive.
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They're not all gay—our movie stars, our poets and our clowns, our musicians and our artists, and our dancers of renown. They're not ALL gay—philanthropists, philosophers, or mimes—our nurses tending selflessly, some sports folk of our times. They're not all gay—our stylists... who decorate the day, or work out all the detail in a layout they have made.
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But where's the twin admission that would keep us most contented? That here they are the lion's share, and so OVER represented!  ...And yes they're there in numbers that provide the art we share, compelling our salvation and the triumphs we could dare!
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I think of all the people with an impact on my life, and find so many "gay blades" who have qualified my pride. These are teachers, artists, leaders, and some friends I, too late, made. They are pilots, soldiers, warriors—it's to them my pride is paid!
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Near the end of my existence, when the dues are finally in, I owe a little gratitude—a little loyalty, my friend. I wished I'd spoke up sooner, so that you'd have had more VOICE. I regret that I belittled you when I'd thought you had some "choice."
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If a few of these professionals are, in fact (heh!), proudly gay, then a better class of person swells the ranks of them, I'd say! It's there—seems more intelligence. It's there—seems greater style—seems more imagination, more artistry sans guile...
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It's there, there seems more gracefulness, and (Yes!) that rarest kind of Love. It's there, there are more butterflies, more humming birds—more doves? It's THERE a valued world turns, the one that should be made... as hearts are opened up to find their bills have been put paid!
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If true, no condemnation—no indictment is returned. If true there is no reason to assign some blame or spurn. If true (?), yes, CELEBRATION there's your tendency to share! You have eclectic talents I appreciate, mon frère.
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I see your contribution. I acknowledge right to *be*. I make no value judgment; just prefer you free as me.
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lehmberg2002@gmail.com
http://www.alienview.net/


It's not the gay to be forgiven with nothing to forgive. Ironically, it's those persecuting proud looks in mal-informed judgment requiring all of that...     

My credulity still stunned, I've endured ominous silence.  Friends lost over this were never really friends.

Still, friendless I'd rather embrace choice, tolerance (diversity as an intellectual force multiplier), and love, in all its shades and grades—forgetting for a moment that its PROHIBITION—biblical or otherwise—and foundationless persecution... are so much specious nonsense.  Gay fellow consciousness mote, I don't just tolerate your existence, I celebrate it. Full stop!

No. Your contribution seems to far, far outweigh your "errant" so-called "detriment," and has always done so. Sincerely, live, do, and be.

Bigotry—and gladly—force-multiplies ignorance; ignorance fosters its own lack of consequence; a silence on same must provoke an irrelevance; consequently, I'm compelled to a significant defense of gay sensibilities, to act responsibly.


Get used to it.  There will be no apologies from me. Contrary thinking can just step off with no second thoughts.

Restore John Ford.

Sunday, January 01, 2017

It Matters Not?

Extraordinary Denial


It Matters Not?
by Alfred Lehmberg


With regard to UFOs, and at the risk of being "entirely incomprehensible" to the much too easily dismissive... or the most conveniently "baffled"... ...the "inordinately and so tediously prosaic," or the too reflexively and so very predictably nonplussed, and ready, reductionist...  I protest again that we are—all of us—betrayed by a "hijacked mainstream" and a "base criminal culture" to a tragic, destructive, if facile ignorance in their regard.  ...Never more plain than now, eh?
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T'was that, ever, indeed not so. Verily! As idiots propound, superstition confounds, and avarice abounds!  Must the psychopath so often hold sway.  Rhetorical... I digress.
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There is a seeming obviousness remaining inexplicably, beside the contrivedif "official"point.  Are we really that intellectually unbrave? This individual's head is down in shame for an aggregate humanity... a humanity with keys to the kingdom in hand and blithely choosing uninformed squalors, instead!!!
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Could our so curiously prosecuted and convenient cultural cowardice provide for that controversion and obfuscation of a reality necessary where, maybe, one doesn't need to look for answers to the preceding but face the answers which have always been there? Hard Work and ignored as non-existent!
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Some, like the former of the aforementioned types of persons, seem oblivious to this philosophical betrayal, and some, like many of the latter, seem decidedly ok with it, but virtually all of these persons function—whether they know it or not—to give a duplicitous faux-mainstream power, authority, and an unprincipled and punitive pecuniary punch, a punch wholly undeserved, decidedly unjustified, and I'm betting largely unlawful when the period's got to.  
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See, the "mainstream" handily abdicates its responsibility to be centrist—to become instead a foot on the neck of the individual remotely critical of the cruel excesses of it... to the tune of stiff Nazi salutes. How is this not so? Regard a President-elect in December of 2016; gaze upon his works and despair.
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As a failed public school teacher, I, among others of my ilk, endure remaining years beset by lost wages as a result of—pretty directly—refusing to reflexively validate a corrupt and duplicitous and wholly religulous "mainstream" in operation around me, already. A parochially unethical and patently unlawful one, this peripheral experiencer opines. One criminal on multiple levels of sensibility would be my suspicion. 
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Red State Alabama, prayer meetings in public schools, religious cronyism, and piqued retaliations for academic questions regarding the matter. That sort of thing. Wrong's wrong.  Wrapped in a flag and brandishing a Cross like a sword, wrong is wrong.
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A freaking "war hero," even if a third-rate one, and retired military officer graduating Summa with a teaching credential from a respected University—not Yale or Harvard—I was found to be rather inexplicably unacceptable for any position in Alabama's education "system."  I digress, again, but still, this ufological cannon-fodder seems willing, if reluctant, to step forward into the breach of the establishment buzz-saw to pursue... this thing about UFOs, still.  Why is that?
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The row to hoe is ultimately unrewarding in the aggregate. At least not rewarding in the sense appreciated by crass materialists as yet unaware that money actually can't buy happiness... even as it is not even likely to encourage same, am I right?  Search your feelings, young Padawan. The best things in life are supposed to be free! Satisfactions remain to be taken. I say true.
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With regard to the pursuit of this individual's experience, it matters not the collected array of impressive witnesses and (intelligently) volunteered official documentation of that experience... even physical evidence, reader!  It matters not regarding police reports of anomalous sightings recorded in specific areas... many times by professional persons with spotless reputations. It matters not the reported abductions, voluminous reports with regard to those abductions, or samples of the kinds of evidence it has been seriously alleged can be produced to support these, albeit, startling claims.  It. Matters. Not
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Curious. A whale in a bathtub, even a highly strange and ephemeral one, might raise the perspicacious eyebrow.
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The hurdle shoved before a serious study is high, of needs. Remains that that hurdle is arbitrarily adjusted, ever up, vis a vis a perhaps threatened peerage. It matters not... Remains that all this evidentiary flotsam does seem to be extraordinary apart from a reflexive refusal or denial of it...  
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Wait. Did evidence ever need to be "extraordinary," at the start? Perhaps this is only an artful dodge denying the existentiality which is there... rendering itself irrelevant for that real existentiality denied! 
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We must embrace this thing still, for all our reluctance, fear, dread, or appalling trepidation. It is our responsibility, our fate, even our destiny to embrace the future with openness and acceptance where we CAN embrace it... and I gladly admit I suspect any of the preceding only as a result of an enduring decades-long intuition, I remind the reader. That matters not! I believe it is an imperative of our individual consciousness: admit this "other" and search it out. Search it out! Find it, to find... ourselves! Wow, eh?
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Who's a good candidate for learned inquiry of a type conjectured? Well, consider for a moment that quality "big city" medical groups could show interest in this contested "other," peripherally evidenced by these very peculiar abduction affairs, for example. This is an "interest" suggested by Pulitzer-winning Harvard Psychiatric Chairs, among others, like the late John Mack.  
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It seems these aforementioned medical groups (Scientists all), psychologically and with regard to physicality, should be intrigued by the evidence that this conjectured UFO and its accessory "abduction affair," given that these are a seeming typical, if anomalous, occurrence precipitated regionally in anomalous medical existentiality even if in a secret college.   The medical groups alluded to should be justifiably piqued? Serious people should begin to take serious subjects seriously? Yet they do not. They "can't." They won't!
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Why is that?
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This "interest" alluded to is generated by weird physical manifestations—also documented to a degree—which, in expert opinion, cannot reasonably be self-inflicted, hoaxed, or contrived, moreover. A curious set of affairs at the very least, reader: implants, wounds, blemishes, rashes, and other, witheringly weird, whatnot...
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Stop.  Full stop.
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Forget the truth or falsehood of these claims a moment!  The claimant might be willing to stand on some peer validated precipice or plank with their claims, regardless, whatever the reader's assessment! The claimant might be willing to provide assurances (given assurances), that those claims could be backed... remembering also that evidence of veracity is demanded of this ufological cannon-fodder in a manner not remotely asked of church, institution, agency, organization, or state, only that which contravenes or invalidates, not so puzzlingly, even suspiciously, the aforementioned claimant: the betrayed and abused individual! Victim, actually.
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This is a glaring point for the rank and file of "interested individuals," decent persons on both sides of the bell curve but outside the loop of the aforementioned, essentially closed institutions, I think it fair to add... maybe not. Much of the time, less is not more.
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"No good deed will go unpunished," apparently, by way of illustration, and "...the evil that men do lives on and on. The good that they do interred with their bones..." 
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These particular ufological bones are too reflexively interred (with seeming prejudice) given the, to date, acceptable history of many of the bones in question. ...Always another shot; however, at trying to derail the "cannon" UFO case. I find myself evaluating the "judging" more than the judged. How about the reader?  We're not alone.
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An extraordinary claim? "Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence"? Flying Monkey Scat. How so?
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That speciously unbrave and irreverently fatuous argument above regarding "extraordinary claims requiring extraordinary evidence" has been righteously (and I think reasonably) exploded long ago by one Jean Van Gemert as a "think cloak," assumed to provide a retreat for the garden variety skeptibunky, only. It is a clever feint into the obvious fallacy for an always "receding evidentiary horizon."
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See, this argument assumes that the "evidence" can always be made subordinate to an evaluation of the claim's *extraordinariness,* an extraordinariness which remains defined only by the skeptibunky. See? This is an inflated rubric having no defined upper limit! The evidence, it can be arbitrarily decided moreover, is cast as never being extraordinary enough!
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That's a sword cutting only one way, reader. It has no place in science forgetting that it's not the skeptibunkies, good reader, who are going to solve this little ufological conundrum for the genuinely interested, anyway
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No, it is the intrepid members of a conscientiously courageous team, individually (and bravely) stepping up to the hard-ball plate, and expecting a clean pitch from a respected colleague who in turn puts Louisville wood directly on that ufological ball!
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In the way is the posit that "we really don't want to know the truth." It's messy, people lose their cat-bird seats, and have to pay for it. That's hard cheese for the cat-birds. I know.  I'm currently having the hard cheese.
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If an extraordinary claim requires extraordinary evidence, reader, then a mundane claim requires evidence which is correspondingly mundane! That's not ridiculous, eh? A mundane claim requires the same quality of evidence establishing its truth or falsehood, no more. No less! I submit this holds true for the extraordinary claim, as well! Non-wavy Gravy for Gander and Goose! Momentous decisions hinge on the smallest evidentiary bit where that bit can be conclusively leading to the conclusion sought!
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Another little mainstream chestnut used to prosecute its continuing betrayal of the individuals trusting to it by appealing to their conveniently misunderstood Occam. See, it remains acceptable to complicate the hypothesis... of NEEDS!
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There are more of these "chestnuts." They matter.
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Restore John Ford! Read on.
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ÆL

Saturday, November 19, 2016

From The Comfortable Chairs...


The path not taken...
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Everything has its own special significance. Most watch the "show" from their comfortable chairs. The "vain" are consumed by their own "contributions." Some are wasting in dim hallways; some are falling down dark stairs...
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All are head up-and-locked in their
cognitive dissonance. All nurture a hatred for those whom they fear. All shore up the walls of their pampered enclosures. All driving their autos... discarding what's dear...
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I’m watching the best, then, give in to despair. They're declaring a tragic surrender. There is always tomorrow, a truth it could bring? Still, insulted by scant recompense, they're betrayed by glad pretenders...
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...See, the air is filled with *laughter* that is whistled past the graveyard, by those insisting *science* understands! Those who, then, restrict themselves to *scientistic* mindsets... which are shallow little channels in such narrow little bands.
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The Cosmos stares unblinkingly, and not the least contrite. Its message is that quantum leap, beyond your mere indifference, beyond your white-bread life!
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One hundred thousand *
chances* in this galaxy alone! ...A huge dark room we sit in, marking time! We have the smallest candle lit… alive in inky blackness, though it flickers in the shallow breath of those who'd stop our climb!
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We wrongly think we crown creation—a capstone of "God's will"? Our *dominion* is misunderstood—wrong minded! We whistle past our graveyards, friend, too deep in debt to science; ...I suspect that crown exists where science shall not find it!
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See, it's not the "bee's knees," and it's not the "cool beans"... ...that it sells itself to *each'n every* mote! Traditionally, to solve one "problem" creates more "problems," still! Strict adherence to its *guidelines* wraps its fingers 'round our throats!
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It’s not the "science" anyway, it's the men who say they practice it: the ones who plant disease to watch effect? The ones who profit hugely, their expenses lacking ethics... ...The ones enthusiastic as they add you to their list.
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It's time to wrest control away from those who've always had it. It's time to live our moments... as we will! It’s time to "give away" now what's secured enormous profit... It’s time for individuals to embrace the future's thrill!

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...Now I cannot pretend, myself, that I'm absolved of shame... I have ever been that "coward" same as you, but we'd never get the answers sought or remotely understand them... it's the "trip to answers"! Questions! This you knew!



Also known are all the little Stepford Students (SS neo-intelligentsia) who sit silently in their university classrooms, content just to merely PLAY that they are attending college and accessing world affairs. You disgust me because you don't disgust yourselves.
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"Marketplace of Ideas"? Bah & Clapkatrap—second-order male bovine fecal matter of the last wash! Critical thinking's bastion? Not when a mawkish piss-wit like GWB or Donald Trump can make it successfully out the door with his purloined bit of legacy sheepskin... Who can trust the critical thinking of criminals in training?
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These waste the investment of their tuition and their slack-jawed professors let them do it, reward them for it even! People starve and suffer as these spiritlessly artless wastrels, et al, get their phony-baloney and increasingly useless *tickets* punched—squanderers! Mendacious Meat-puppets! Reproductionist Nose-bubblers! Self-made Shallow-brows! Soulless philistines! Artless drones.
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Your anger? ...Directly proportionate to how well you fit the description, Skippy... My anger? Provoked and facilitated apart from myself. I am tasked. These task me. You task me!
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See, those who proclaim that government trumps anarchy puts too much faith in government and not enough responsibility for the anarchies they handily provoke themselves—a result of their duplicitous and authoritarian intransigence! There is no Communism, reader, without a robber-baron's unrestricted capitalism first having it's foot on the neck of haplessly abused individuals. ...No feminazi without some righteous chauvinist insisting first on
clitoral mutilation... ...some would dare to call it "female circumcision"... there is an officious foot on some suffering neck at the start, always!
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Those I address won't understand that they have lost all concept of what government is all about... which discounts the efficacious success of any government. Our government is composed, ostensibly, of individuals we "vote" (a quaint expression, I conclude, eh reader?) to represent us... be our eyes, ears and... ...our hand on the tiller of state and society! We are a
representative government in a republic... or were.
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A government that doesn't try to be transparent... ...in fact endeavors furiously to be secretive, closed, and obscure... ...control the media propagandistically? Such a government is not the representative government of a republic, reader. It remains only to be a dissembling sham and a costly hypocrisy... 
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Consequently, we have a right, and according to Thomas Jefferson ...a DUTY to revolt against it! To replace it, righteously, with "something else."
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Do we, embroiled in the ignorance of such things, expect no less from China or North Korea and consider their populations cowards for not revolting themselves?
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..."Some secrets still need to be kept"? Yes. Though, on reflection... No!
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The seeming reasonable-ness of this slippery concept of "necessary secrecy" has been so sullenly abused by our *representatives* —they have betrayed their bestowed trust so often and so egregiously— that they have lost any right to throw down that particular flag, now, for any reason! Not without oversight.

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Consider, Duty, honor, and country only works when people are performing similar duties, share equal honor, or are served by the same transparent government. ...Can't say there's a whole lot of that going on these days... can you?
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Such a government as portrayed, reader, is not the "eyes and ears and hand on the tiller" one had presumed... ...and is instead the antithesis of same! It is an ABOMINATION of same!
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Presently our *eyes* and *ears* lie unabashedly, collectively, and serially to us in the profound neo-secrecy. Why? They've presumed to follow the money? This must be hardwired into a corrupted culture! They only tell us what we want to hear, or distract us with their dross ... without a thought to what results, or what it finally costs? Sorry, that just slipped out... I digress...
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...It's like our own eyes and ears lie to us, more over time (forgetting
they heat the water slowly for we "wee little froggies"), and folks start tripping over furniture in their own homes, can't find the car or the stove, or even hear their babies crying. Disjunct insanity rampant. War and rumors of wars... ...all the self-fulfilling-prophesy-stuff gone mad... and despite this senseless creation of our own problems with our overweeningly prideful selves, and perhaps even at the provenance of same (my suspicion) ...are enigmatic objects patently "ignored" by those self-same *eyes* and *ears*... UFOs. The biggest story of all.
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Representatives in a lawful republic are transparent public servants, reader. They are that servant in every sense of the word. Their agents are employed in our service and they are our servants too. They are trusted agent, reliable mediator, steadfast negotiator, or sterling instrument of our good will. Or, they should be. They are not.
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...They report, you decide? That's right. We can't decide effectively without the truth and transparency. We cannot give an informed consent without same!

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See, they don't have the option of telling us only what they want us to hear, or not telling us what they don't want us to hear. That's not in the bylaws. Ultimately, you only stumble around in your own homes deaf, dumb, and blind as a result! You know this to be true.
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You  Know This To  Be T r u e !
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Hey! Isn't your informed consent what you pay for? It's up to you, you know. One of the secrets, by the way,
they try to keep from you:
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Your actions are significant, there are more important things beyond *fitting-in* at all cost, and that the kingdom really is at hand... ? ...and not just a hijacked myth of wide-tied, hypocritical, and plate-passing bible-flailers... ...and the psychopathic neo-cons who parasite on that hate-mongering *Faux-Christian Command Structure*, reader!
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The Kingdom... ...At hand... ...and likely nothing like we'd ever think it'd be... which is a good thing. ...And that's YOUR experience... isn't it reader?
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Growing up... ...did anything monumental ever turn out like you'd think it would? Why would entrance into a Galactic community be any different? With regard to that cosmic community,
this blog has tried to make clear why it would be more astonishing if it wasn't so...
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Presently, we're galloping down the road to a soulless police state... think we're not?
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The new world order in not worth that. Why, it's not worth the sacrifice of one individual... and these precious jewels are squandered like discarded grease every day of our lives.
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We'd see this... ...but the devil of 
cognitive dissonance has us by our shredding shirttails.
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Students?
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It's time. Respect yourself to be respected. Don't facilitate respect's dearth. Don't reward respect's withholding. Don't support a disrespectful paradigm. Refuse errant opprobrium for same. Eschew false news. You hold higher ground than that.

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I'll do the same... along with you. See, they tell you how it is for them, and not how it is for you. This is why you must choose not to participate in their definitions of things. Those definitions serve them, you see; they don't serve you. Command the language and command!
Read on...








Saturday, November 05, 2016

November 8th, 2016

Please excuse (no apologies) this one overtly political expression here in AVG:  

...With double digits in hours to go before an occasion of some significance...  Have a short, rational and informed listen. It's reasonable, reasoning, and of reason. It's cited, historical, informed and intelligent ...Then it's scriptural, astonishing me as much as you. Send them money? I do.  Me! 

Well met married persons with three children living in the real world. I say true.  Not safe for work.




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Wednesday, November 02, 2016

Alfred's Odd Observation #22


Alfred's Odd Observation #22
by Alfred Lehmberg



They'd started back in earnest after a long absence, just that week! Predictably, their astonishing activities aped, even less, the attributes of the balloons, birdsbolides, and the conjectured rocket boosters cheerily proposed by pompous pelicanists—and their smirking parent CSIcopians!  Yea and verily alien viewers (and other dog sister/brothers lurking)! 

...Rock your head back, truly, and look out (not up)!  They are there!  Again, verily!

...Objects of a type remaining unidentified as they fly... past, present, and future, they festoon the sky!  

There's precious little hyperbole in the preceding, folks, just to let you know that I know the difference...

See, this series of "Odd Observation" articles (...forgetting 207 Alien Views, 386 Odd Odes, and around a hundred published articles of poetic commentary and critical prose of the last decade...) has tried to demonstrate with an unashamed sincerity, just that. We are not, have ever been, alone.


This current  demonstration aspires, moreover, to be largely unaffected  by the smirks and ridicule of the entirely suspectpatently clueless, and thoroughly corrupted mainstream... ...despite its exclusion and prohibition!  In the face of its persecutions and discriminations!!  Without regard to its omissions, outright lies, and fatuous fabrications...!!!

Enough really is too much! A provoked rage at an injustice is not entirely unjustified or why is the tree of liberty periodically refreshed with the blood of tyrants?  

Moreover, I remain unconvinced, unmoved, and unmotivated by the mainstream's too busy histrionics regarding "duty", "honor", and "sacrifice."  That only works when everyone is making the same sacrifice, respecting the same honor, and performing the similar duty.  That's not made plain a result of the repossession and prerequisites of a corporate media facilitating the worst among us. 

Presently, we are, assuredly, not doing any of that; we don't sacrifice, we are sacrificed...  I digress.

You know, it must be true that an ET fully and officially admitted as extant would be of paramount concern to an aggregate humanity! All current "concerns" of a complacent humankind immediately shoved to the back burner's  rear... case in point:

...When an individual spends a regular amount of time outside looking at the night sky it begins to assume a steady kind of predictability.  The same immutable stars (forgetting that some of these could have already exploded and we wouldn't know it for thousands of years... even the sky lies...) ratchet forward about a degree every night, a finger width at arms length, and the constant viewer assumes a certain comfort in this slow clockwise progression of the starfield to a patiently waiting west, lies notwithstanding... an easy familiarity and solace with the, seeming, "eternal immutability" can be achieved...

To wit, when something *new* appears in this clockwork firmament, it is readily detected!  I say true.

Once, upon a chance looking up at the zenith directly over my head on an exceptionally clear nighttime sky, I noticed two unmoving (but hugely unfamiliar!) *stars*, both about the magnitude of Sirius (the brightest star in any night sky!) and about a degree  apart. That's an index fingertip at arm's length, remember.  They remained stationary for a time.

These did not conform to the aforementioned Clockwork firmament, remember. They were lined up North to South in an unmoving line. I knew, immediately, that they were... something. They were too bright, too unmoving, and too not-supposed-to-be-there, to be anything else.

They stayed exactly that way for approximately 30 seconds, which is astonishing right from the start!  Then, abruptly and simultaneously, the southernmost star began to dim, slowly, as the northernmost began its slow creep directly towards it!  It crossed over the south star's exact location (which flashed brightly as it was passed over!), moved an additional three or four degrees, and then stopped again, dead, for about twenty seconds!  Turning 30 degrees easterly (!), it started off again traveling another four degrees, and then it stopped once more for a similar length of time! 

My neck began to hurt. Sincerely. I had to make a hand-hammock for the back of my head.  I didn't want to take my eyes off of them.

...Again, it began to move after a comparable direction change and slowly traveled another four degrees!  It stopped abruptly (like all the other stoppages [or starts! Instantly!] and with no apparent acceleration) where it preceded to dim out slowly like its initial companion star... which had dimmed out to invisibility, already.  Both *stars* were now gone.  The starfield had remained bright and clear throughout this observation.  

I would love to have had some night vision devices for this sighting, but I did not.  I put my chin down on my chest to rest aching neck muscles and thought about what I had just seen...

A very peculiar bird?  No.  A strangely acting meteor?  No.  A new kind of plane?  No.  It was an object in the skies over my head, and it remains, compellingly, non-identified.  The reader, at this point, can do the math...  

To a grand total of aerodynamic capability, add a little apparent physicality, take the 'n' root of aggregate strangeness and exponentially factor a resultant enigmatic *condensation*... 

A UFO!  Math is a path...

Speaking of Math... Has everyone heard of Fermi's Paradox?  It's a "we're alone in the universe" justification invented by Dr, Fermi based on the observation, and I paraphrase, that if "they" were there, at all, we would "know" it.  We don't know it.  Ergo...

What a clever and close-looped way (an excuse!) to not think.  We would "know it" indeed.  Arrogance like that would be laughable but it's so tragic!  No, it reflects an inflated hubris deserving of its comeuppance. 

Forgetting all the obvious canted holes, blithe illogics, and homocentric assumptions of the preceding, the rubric is held up as a sacred shield by the fearful skeptibunky—a justification for continuing his chauvinistic, close-horizoned , and color de-saturated world view.  Verily!  Yea and verily!

Additionally, other half-baked proclamations by duplicitous society indicate further "mainstream" assertions to support a "we're alone" hypothesis.  These point to an observation that any intelligence capable of invasion would have invaded us already; we have not been invaded.   Ergo... (...like a snake eating its tail, isn't it?).

Again the same blithe assumptions, canted interpretations, and disintegrating logics, but a pattern emerges, good reader! A model is createda safe (but cowardly, reactionary, and digressive) ~mold~ is formed!  Such is the hurdle presented to us by the planned mediocrity of ardent sociopaths in jealously coveted *command* of our hijacked culture!

Additionally, here's another loss-leader "shield" that the garden variety skeptibunky holds prevaricatingly aloft (the smart ones anyway, the ones practicing a more clever form of corrosive and back-stepping denial?).  They agree (!), almost to a man (fewer female skeptibunkies, not so oddly), that there must be ~some~ kind of intelligent life out there in the cosmos (...somewhere!), but they irrationally shove that intelligent life so far off into a universe (multi-verse!) of time and space it is guaranteed not to intrude on their coveted considerations of themselves as shining jewels in the crown of their God's (favored!?) creation!  

Likely, nothing could be further from the truth.  These slaves to "conventional wisdom" won't perceive that our overestimation of ourselves is most often punished and that our underestimation of ourselves is very often rewarded...  but I digress, again.

Consider Fermi's, "If they were here, we'd know it," and the additional baseless rubric "an intelligence capable of invasion would have already invaded."  Compare these with the loss-leading skeptibunky's parallel assertion that "of course intelligent life must exist out there... somewhere"!  Does the reader see the disconnect or dichotomy in these assertions made from a single and very debatable cognitive ethic? 

Forget for a moment that *they* really have *invaded* and that *we* really do know it! The historical record on film, in ink, and carved into stone, the massive anecdotal and considerable physical evidence (thousands of trace cases!), and finally, convincing evidence of a personal nature (if one has it... I do)... forgetting the aforementioned and admitted mathematical certainty... ...provides all the conviction one needs to believe that this is so!  Even if they weren't here and invading (which they are, the data are very compelling), would it not make more sense to conduct ourselves with something of a sociological "out" that they were "here" (Everyone agrees they're out there somewhere; why not here)?

...Of course it would.

The answer to why we do not is found in our lack of general criticism of corrupt social institutions, a reactionary non-elected leadership with a tolerated nature that is decidedly sociopathic, and our own shameful desire to, individually, take the most traveled path to the then despairing ends of our too-short and largely miserable (in the aggregate!) little lives... heavy freaking sigh! 

What cowards we are as a summative species with a kingdom at HAND!  What craven non-bravery we display so collectively!  What profound ignorance we cultivate, together, so covetously!  And all of it while the universe yawns before us like the inescapable future that it is and towards which we shall continue to accelerate... regardless!  Can't you feel a hum from the tracks?  ...Train's a comin', boys and girls!

AlienViewGroup eschews our cowardly behavior!  AlienViewGroup detests our lack of bravery as a species almost as much as it deplores our lack of humility!   

AlienViewGroup is revolted by the planned and easy ignorance of our individuals and their complacent dependence on spurious conventional "wisdoms" that betray them, discount their individuality, and erode their quality of life! 

On the other hand, AlienViewGroup anticipates the acceleration to the inexorable future!  It welcomes the disclosures of the larger reality and it is optimistic about that reality as an intellectual multiplier (useful for every individual capable of making the inevitable transition to the  next quantum jump in our perceivable reality)! We'd soar and cleave, fellow motes!  Soar with us

AlienViewGroup would rip the scales from our collective eyes like the Neo character in "Matrix".  We'd opt for the expanded *red-reality* pill.  The contributing reader could be along for that ride.  A ride requiring belts, I add, and an eventual toll (more on that later)!

Omar Kyam wrote... "...the moving finger writes and have writ, moves on.  Neither your piety or wit can call back a single line to alter nor all your tears wash a word of it."  Cogent advice from a master, a dead shoulder upon which we are still able to stand.  It's your finger does the writing, actually.  Write something true. ...Last digression...

We provide the shoulders on which those that come after us will stand.  Do we owe them more than "intellectual suicide," "cognitive dissonance," and "mental masturbation"?  Do we owe them a solid place to stand... a firm place to build?

Of course we do... all those things and more.  "They" are us after all.  "They" are you.

That's enough.  I remain watching the skies.  Read on.

ÆL

Friday, October 28, 2016

...Before They Find Us...


...Before They Find Us...
by Alfred Lehmberg


Stephen Hawking, an indisputable and undisputed intellect of our time, voices concern about "calling out" to the Extraterrestrial. Why? Well, they might come calling.
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What's implied by that, just based on our own history as it pertains to "colliding cultures"?  There's reason to be unsettled, eh? Consider Spain colliding with the Aztecs... Cortez ate their heads.
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Still?
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For my part, Stephen Hawking may make too many presumptions about stuff to be open to something else, eh? Things just aren't as hard and fast as he would apparently have them. See, and lately, stuff's just not adding up conclusively in the physicist's world, just to start. The closer they look into the center of things the more unspeakably insane things seem to get.  The microcosm reflects the macrocosm in miniature and we see again that all that is above is as all that is below ad infinitum...
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Humankind will not be the final "measure of all things," and I suspect never was or meant to be.  Couldn't be!  The universe is bigger than we knew and getting bigger all the time.  It looms and yawns with gravid potential to the point of risking fatality just a result of regarding the outrageous and stupendous astonishment of same. I say true.
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This is something the self-honest person must know at a cellular level.  All hubris is unjustified. Humility, not arrogance, is the key to the kingdom. Why, if we had a real hair of humility on our ass we'd already be colonizing the asteroid belt... I digress.
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No, I'd have to inquire if the "Standards of evidence" the good doctor alludes to are not remotely useful apart from the way he assigns their status as "never questioned holy grail"! In anyone else that would be taken for juvenile hero worship. Immature!
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Do we adhere to real science below the auspices of the good Doctor above? Are we doing our due diligence to fain to pronounce "a Shit from a Shinola," or the other blurted admonishment regarding that other shallow intimation, "Common Sense"! Common sense might be contested precisely because it is "Common" and based on 5 inadequate "senses" leavened by increasingly dodgy cultural "filters."  No real bedrock here.
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"Common Sense?" Yeah, right. Unfortunately, the evolving reality set we all endure demands a little more imaginative discernment than merely determining between "shit and shinola."
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"Rules Of Evidence" Now there's a squirty laugh! Let me explain.
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"Rules of evidence" are useless until all agree on the "rules" and are even willing to "accept" the evidence. There might be a dearth of that. Otherwise, it is just a turgid mantra of authority appeal and fallacy in dick-waving debate. What's another one?
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Occam's razor. Excessive worry about offending Occam sometimes provides for more hindrance to enlightenment than help, I've come to believe. Occam does not rule out complicating the hypothesis, just doing it without necessity. The simplest solution is not always the solution of needs. What's another?
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Logic? Ok. Remembering we're all aware of observed phenomena defying _all_ logic... how reliable is the logic defined? Is there an end edge to logic?  ...Can't think entirely in Newton since Einstein and present can't think entirely in Einstein. What's another?
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The Scientific Method... Sure! Though it remains; the representatives of the scientific mainstream would set themselves up as the default arbiter of that which they will not even deign to investigate! That's science?!?
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Another... "Psych 101," as in an appellation to adhere to same. Those are sneer quotes, oh yes.
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Never has such a conflicted morass of cobbled conjecture and variegated abomination tried to pass itself off as even the softest of soft sciences. Still, if we really wanted to redress a "psychological aspect" of things we could actually explore the mechanisms of the hostile, deconstructive, and maladaptive outlooks fueled by toxic "religious assumptions" and canted by employee "abandonment issues," unadmitted in agenda-pursuant "unconscious and even conscious projections," disingenuous "passive-aggressive thought patterns" facilitating authoritarian patterns, and finally the turbid psychopathy of the unbridled ego... One begins to see how dark and twisted psychology must be when it, for example, is allied with pharmaceutical companies drugging millions of our children into pecuniary sub-sentience and used to further manipulate an increasingly gullible public at the behest of short-term corporate interests! Psychology 101! We've all our answers there, you betcha! Not.
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See ...been all over the "common sense," the "rules of evidence," the "conventional wisdom," the "logic," and the "scientific method," good tools all... when used consistently, rationally, responsibly, and reasonably...  but they're too often not used in this manner and so are not the holy grail with which one might  would beat his "opposition" over the head to less than noble academic ends. Perhaps our lettered miscreant has some deep seated need to be angered when someone won't queue right up to validate his tedious little world view or pompous scientistic faith, eh? 
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That's our planet, barely authoritative I sense, reader, but oppressively, if unconsciously, authoritarian... ...And I'll bet its denizens  feel themselves a crown of all creation. 
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Closing–I don't know how anyone can read Dolan, Feschino, Hastings, or Friedman et sig al and remain on the two-color klasskurtxian side of the aisle, or even on the fence. Our ego is the barrier to our imaginations and the limit of our growth?  We're not alone in all likelihood. We might embrace that given we are served even where we're wrong.  It would unite us at the least.
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It remains: if they are still anything like us? They will eat our heads. That's ironic, eh? Maybe that's Hawking's concern. 
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They can be better; however, as we could be, and we can hope that humanity avoids its karma awhile longer.
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Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Your Money's Worth



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Plugged in to what's *allowed* to us... through the Hubble's awesome eye? Why, stars are fried in neutron sleet! Such are visions we have spied!
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Smashing rocks in timeless chance are matters fueling movement's dance!  
More's observed just lately spied... perhaps times ten what meets our "eye"!
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...Where dance steps are languid the stars are festooned with garlands of space dust for skeptics lampooned. The concept of *anything's* found in these reaches, on orbiting planets... like sand on our beaches.
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...And out of these orbits—mysterious folk? These tempt and confuse us; perhaps, blowing smoke! Still, they hover and flutter alive in our skies... in spite of deception and government lies!
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Extant... is an omniverse where folk must occur. It is filled with the possible! No thing is deterred. Conceived? It is FACT in that space... far from here? ...And more is un-thought of ... beyond weird... passed queer!
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I'm depressed that they're hidden in unexplained smoke! I'm uncheered they don't spill it, and just go for broke! I'm bemused they're not landing on everyone's lawn, on their stoops, in their kitchens, or on Washington Pond!
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To complacently ignore "all of this" as irrelevant is to make bad "investments" gaining interests... malevolent. It's the rarest of news... getting better with age! BAD news, then, not at all... says an ancient clay page ...
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The Hubble's taking movies of titanic stars consumed... black holes sleep between their meals then flash when meal's resumed! From fiery wombs of star-stuff stars are born as lucent babes, then ejected with toy planets they make life on— who's to say?
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...See, life's in abundance and older than rust! Beyond complaining and explaining they're extant and... calling us! Must the meeting of two cultures, where "advantage" meets the one? Must the lesser in "advantage" take grim heat, and be undone?
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...And all of that considered, after looking through the Hubble, there is space enough to think about... to "not think" leads to trouble. Trouble's gone denied, my friend, remains before your eye... Your eye above the mountains where you see beyond the sky.
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lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net
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I think I pay for an unfiltered look through that instrument. What do you think you pay for, reader?
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Then one remembers they'd have to first respect us to allow us the unfettered, unsanitized, and unfiltered look. They'd have to educate us. They'd have to appreciate us. They would truly have to have our best interests at heart.
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How much respect should an individual be accorded as a matter of course? It would seem there must be some minimal amount. It is not equaled by that which must be demanded, and so it must be demanded? Yes.
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Win the lottery but lose your soul? You know what soullessness is, right? It is the loss of an ability to feel satisfaction of any type... all types... ...every type, I suspect.
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How about you, reader? Do you feel like you're getting the required respect or achieving requisite satisfaction? If not? Perhaps you can try to do what I try to do. It seems to help. As is justice demanded around you seems to help.
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Simply this: don't credit or enable that which disrespects you; don't reward or compensate that which fails to satisfy you. Repurpose your vote, your sympathy, and your dollars. Deny truthlessness your essence, your support, and your consideration. Refuse it your concern, your regard, your facilitation.
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Indeedhold it beneath your contempt, concern, and consideration as you would any soul killer. The soul you save will be your own.
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Without regard to a closed institution, dark agency, or psychopathic government let your conscience be in charge! To your own self... be true? Keep your own council? Demand your money's worth? There are a lot more of us than them... did you know that?
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...But for them, we could heal the planet, feed the hungry, exist in a Utopian dream in a living ring around the sun... why, we'd bring the saucers down...
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Then—the fun really starts! Read on!
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"I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, who will live in our hearts forever... burned at the fundamentalist's stake for wanting his money's worth.