Saturday, April 10, 2021

Quarantine!

Kept down, off, and away?

Quarantine!
by Alfred Lehmberg


Quarantine? Well, not the one provoked by COVID or any other terrestrial disease. No, this would be one imposed on an entirety of our aggregate humanity as a result of attitude... ...ours, and the one imposing quarantine! 

The effects will largely be the same. Moreover? It may be that the quarantining operate out of pragmatic self-protection as if we were the disease! Uh-oh...

Those effects to which we allude? Punishing isolation, emotional inbreeding, and that existential dread provoked thereby... It just doesn't have to be that way.

We experience all this presently, in reality, one can acknowledge... in our very corporeal existentialism (living lives lived) and these lives are bespeaking the, and even abject, medieval, for the most part, reader... if current events are any indication! The mean life experience of humanity is observed as soul-withered and dire even as I will address the provenance for a different KIND of justification... justifying a new, much more secular and humanistic, soul search... one gylanic* where a writer's writ to a grokked period... communicating "goodwill" to our quarantining entity (?)... and to ourselves, reader, if there is no quarantine or entity! We "win," either way!

Remains, on the subject of our conjectured quarantine, this writer would speak of a "quarantine" foreshadowing even greater magnitudes of emotional inbreeding and existential dread than is experienced, globally, currently! No? ...How about a cosmic quarantine? ...And there we are.

That's moving up the scale to "God" level considerations, eh? You know... where we could be headed were we to play our cards intelligently

Blasphemy? Well, we're the children of God, some would say necessarily. So, a fecund God presumed, "God's Children," would be reality... even if errant... 

That's got to be true if there was a "God" producing "children," and true, reader? What parent doesn't want their children to "grow up," to stand shoulder to shoulder with them in the multiverse, but the psychotic one? ...Remember "Carrie's" Mom?

So... Quarantined by what or who... ..."aliens"? C'mon! 

Divorced from a cosmic entelechy as "Incarcerated Psychopaths" of justified needs and for legitimate cause... by aliens!? What!? Who? Us? The crown of creation?!? We whom "the Angels" serve? The favorites of God?! Yeah... Push today's dirty hamper-sock all up in that!

If we *crown* creation, at all, reader, it's a crown of poisoned thorns (?), self-absorbed, fallacious, egotistical, and wholly obnoxious thorns! No, we would have earned our enforced solitude, reader, if there is any of this conjectured enforcement! Verily, we beg for our quarantine! We solicit our isolation! We are precisely why we are "the 'alone' in [life's] flight to the 'alone.' " 

Again! It doesn't have to be that way! These are but choices we make!

...And yes, yes... yes! This writer is well aware that humanity can be argued to be as beautiful as it is grotesque. Awareness is in abundance that we have justifications, qualifications, substantiations, and other laudible candidates for a possible vindication, even, or we might be removed entirely out of hand

Our arts and efficacious sciences are a far reach... precisely as they are sans all grasp! That's not enough by itself. Reach will exceed grasp, but we don't operate like we have an awareness of that... or the consequences levied for same! 

We're not enough, thus far... we're not enough when we'll "eat our own young," not out of necessity... but of short-sighted and psychopathic convenience! ...Think all that goes unobserved? Do you? 

No, if there? They watch!

...Eat our young? Exactly! Look "large" with me a moment for this example:

Consider Nikola Tesla: a man of supernormal intellect and industry who could have had us living efficaciously in "space cities"... produced out of our metallic and water-filled asteroid belt... for a ring of sentient humanity around our star! ... If humanity had had the sense to follow his lead... 

But, ...no. In our tradition of the "Christ not adhered to," it is Tesla the true Christ "crucified"! This writer says true!

See, as soon as his financial backers discovered the powerful personal autonomy potential of Tesla's eclectically electric ideas (ie: conceiving of power for *nothing* for everyone), they blithely ignored a potential for humanity's aggregate enrichment and greatness proffered—they shined him on and shut him down... 

They shut him down, dried up the money, betrayed his confidence (so, all honor!), and then smeared and libeled him an errant crackpot! Edison, a capering corporate imp, helped expansively

Such, of course, was decidedly not so. In truth, 180 degrees out, and at a run? Tesla was the antithesis of any of that. 

No. Tesla was Prometheus!

...He died a pauper in a seedy New York "flop" after decades of being led down a primrose corporate path by corporate betrayers! ...And at the MOMENT of his death, reader? A covetous Government swept in to presume dominion of his works and genius even as these revelations are not remotely disseminated, this writer would bet, to the sorry likes of the rest of us... and, to this day

That tres-reptilian and non-mammalian corpocracy was, and is, the pox upon us, even as it is "of" and "from" ...even if it is "departing from" us! See, we're not a mammalian humanity! We are a reptilian corpocracy! We can be readily assessed as a cosmic disease entirely fit for quarantine; any prosecution could rest!

Does the reader think it was Edison who was the electrical Prometheus for aggregate humanity? No. Please, return to the clue queue. 

Edison was just another low-voltage and lizard-like sociopath overcome by ego, without all humility, and hobbled by his own hubris like the rest of his foul psychopathically corporate ilk! By comparison, Tesla was a SAINT having saintly attributes in SPADES, reader!! 

See: it's Tesla's "liver daily eaten by a huge bird of prey"!  That's the wage paid for succeeding in the mission to bring real fire to humankind! No good deed goes unpunished! Say that's not so. Then be entirely disabused of your toxic notion.

Consider further... YOU, reader, have remotely affordable electrical power energizing your DREAMS today... only because of the "Alternating Current" insight provided by Nicola Tesla! This was an insight Edison "fought tooth and claw" against even as he admitted the clear superiority of Tesla's idea at the end of his under-educated, too well-rewarded, and ultimately non-Promethean life! See... there was more MONEY to be extorted from a consumer in a "direct current," only environment... an environment vastly incapable of powering even a mid-twentieth Century civilization, much less one of a 21st Century!

It was "the grandest of great ideas" Tesla had; broadcasting power wirelessly, all over the globe... it just didn't fill a short-term corporate pocket full of boundlessly soulless cash-worshippers who, bereft of all efficacious imagination, couldn't figure out how to put it on an f'n meter! ...What reptiles, reptiles without the remotest imagination, humility, humanity, or grasp we can be... and all too often...

Nicola Tesla, unfettered, would have banished the snare of wires long ago! Additionally, our planet rendered to a garden planet, we could now be sailing between the stars, this writer would bet, on the heretofore undiscovered power broadcasted so furiously from them! 

How much money is made in THAT economy, eh? Sincerely, if you don't get in on the lower floor the elevator won't take you up with it, at all! No! You are, instead, run over by the freight train you could have CAUGHT to the stars!
 
...Observe! Restricted by a handful of ready psychopaths ostensibly acting in our best interests, we are symbolically tethered to the ground by wire even into even the 21st Century, and that unwelcome leash becomes only more and more confining and self-limiting as time unwinds. That wire, reader, binds us in more than one way. No... we are fettered, by our psychopathy, from the stars to which we could be heir! 

Instead, and increasingly, do we but rot in justified quarantine to become more and more emotionally inbred and sociologically divided and obscene...? One can agree it is conceivable. ...Read on. 

*Gylanic: A "partnership social system" based on equality of men and women. This is a society where inherent individuals and systems progress toward higher, more evolved, and more complex levels of function! This is opposed to more deconstructive hierarchical systems of human ranking where one gender dominates the other via force or threat of force, inhibiting the higher function of the overall social system... and the individuals within.

Saturday, March 27, 2021

...Capturing Belief...


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A "top-kick" for things 
keeping saucers away... (?) 
...is the stuff we call "News," 
or "the lies of the day." 
Attractive and structured, 
it seems non-facetious, 
but reality shows 
it's contrived 
and, quite, specious.  
.
...Some more than others, 
as agencies go; 
consider FOX News 
as Sean "sucks hard" and "blows"... 
but all of these "efforts"... 
somewhat guilty of same, 
consider Chuck Todd
and some others by name...
.
See, these dodge real truth 
in a mix of thin dreams 
to prevaricate "balance"...
..."Flawed" and "FUBAR" a mean?! 
Our Earth is in peril 
within and without; 
to equivocate "nonsense"
while hypocrites pout?  
.
We're threatened by asteroids, 
imperiled with storms, 
we spin in a bleakness 
that CAN'T be the norm! 
...The face of the sun 
is bereft of its spots, 
but the news is of "Flotsam"
and some *Jetsom* they've got!
.
Yeah, surf the foul "wave" 
of a "News" that is cable. 
See the evasion
you canif you're able! 
It's "Birther" and "Teabags" 
or "Right-winger" brain-stain. 
These distract from alternatives... 
like a holocaust's freight train
.
Its cars are disaster, 
starvationharsh times. 
The caboose is a time bomb 
and gravid with crime. 
...The engine's the "news"; 
so, derailed, abused... 
we're played, disrespected... too, 
we're wholly defused.
.
Our eyes, then, where they want them 
...on our "tricked out" bed of nails... 
milking meager livelihoods, 
and the spending that entails... 
...the middle-class dissolving 
like some sugar in the rain, 
earnest folk conditioned 
it's their lot to lose all gain.
.
The *talking heads* 
are quick to preach 
"sound channels" for our thinking, 
but their *news* is a distraction... 
from real scabrous monsters slinking!  
.
Its spoor distorts cognition
clues us out (by all intention!)... 
distracted, then, 
from what it was they stole
is my contention!
.
So, what might these be stealing, then, 
employing craft and guile
what soulless machinations 
are deployed for such as styled?
.
They steal our sensibility. 
They steal our self-respect! 
They steal to feed the monster 
for their *stuff*; 
we write the checks
They steal our potential... 
built our castles in their air 
then stroked abused libidos 
so's to move us in up there!
.
No, as "suckers" shorted even breaks, 
admit that we're betrayed.  
Why, even now "they" tighten coils... 
these reptiles! Corporate snakes!  
See, employed's "malfeasant media
and it's used as needs arise 
by the class providing sustenance 
to a "news" we should despise... 
so, call it "news" or "entertainment"—
"infotainment" if you'd rather. 
It's a mass prevarication
shameful twaddle... harmful blather!
.
Too, the news is but a mouthpiece 
for elitists... ...we uphold!  
...Glad bastards owning "meters," 
the ones with all control. 
The unelected boss-man, 
the one who sets his tone, 
the one who shafts you endlessly? 
... It's you ensures his throne!
.  
Yeah, try to drink this "infotainment" 
when you thirst for real news, 
and you're choking on miasma
confounded and confused.
We buy reversing mortgages
and the blue big-boner pills
and so sell out our potential
For a rich man's lurid thrills.
.
Too bad you learn your fear's respect 
for his kicking in your knees!  
He'll have his way completely
He does as he would please. 
He writes your harsh morality, 
then charges you its fees! 
"News" is a misnomer; 
it's a show to seeyou see
.
There's nothing "news" about it; 
it's contrived for you and me.  
See, he owns the news-day *cycle*, 
or his "Lawyers" work for free!
.
...So, "he" makes a lot of nothing 
and ignores the real tale. 
You're imprisoned in your mind, you see
a contrived but solid jail.  
Why, they can even hide the saucers 
surely filling daytime skies! 
They obviate more honest folk 
from "bully pulpits," right?
.
And, the *NEWS* works hard to keep you 
from its subtle—awful truth. 
There's little that they can report
they're muzzled, so, abstruse
Too, the "bone-yard" is awash my friends 
with the skeletal remains 
of journalists who won't "play ball" 
and were ejected from the game!
.
That's why they fill the airwaves 
with a blend of "panic stew" 
and the sex acts of politicos 
served up to me and you...
Lo, the truth would storm their castles 
with its books "broke wide"laid bare! 
It would shatter toxic battlements 
with the histories, it could share. 
See, truth swings a sword indifferent 
to the wishes of smug men—
reveals at last the callousness 
they've used upon us, friend.
.
See, truth lays the blame, 
isn't tame, 
can't be lame, 
or be defamed. 
It stands apart and is the frame, 
avoiding same, 
or any shame!  
...Too, so tuned in explication, 
understanding is relief, 
so truth as told, 
when told that way, 
will capture all belief!
.
It's true. The Media's hiding saucers 
and our future from our senses. 
Machinations of elitists, 
through their newsfeeds: 
drive us senseless! 

The *NEWS* is just the corporate shill 
for "products" snakes must "sell." 
It doesn't really matter that 
these stink... or reek and smell

Too, the "watchers" are repelled anew 
with each new lie they witness 
and are frightened by our conduct... 
or the manner of news "business." 
It can even be most incomplete
salacious, and malforming
its "mission" is to sell bad "soap," 
and that should be alarming.

Thursday, March 11, 2021

Think About...


Think About...
by Alfred Lehmberg

Think about the unconscious (?), but artful, effects of erosion on the surface of our planet spaceship Earth... Millions of years of some ceaseless something, doing something ceaselessly to the face of our globe... and all globes to one degree... or another!

On most, livid Magma gushes from tortured fissures! The Earth's crust shatters violently into raggedly ravaged "plates" shifting chaotically! Grinding by one another in its catastrophic chaos of stress and torture, attempting to rid themselves of the terrible excess heat, they prepare nature's canvas for an ageless kind of macroscopic artistry... art far older, even, than the age of our indifferent star! Water, we note, has always been water, too.



Concurrently in the hell-scape, one would observe torrential rains eat away at our forever evolving landscape like a hungry acid shower driven by the energy of creation—gravity! The inconstant extremes of heedless Sol further turns that stone-carving rainwater into tiny little "tool" mechanisms of timeless irresistibility—hammers and chisels ceaselessly contracting and expanding microscopic levers. These "hammers and chisels" of hydraulic irresistibility, working busily and unceasingly to sculpt the tormented surface of our rocky starship, render what can only be called natural works of art!

It is the water, finally, used like trillions upon trillions of tiny stone-affecting tools—shaping, restructuring, and reinventing the rocky masterpieces of our singular planet home. Some of the art produced by this profoundly perfect process suggests the (immodest) spire of the Washington Monument even, but, as an artist who can carve the whole of a planet's face with her knowing fingers... erosion is capable of much GRANDER artifice!

Beneath the tortured fissures mentioned earlier huge columns of the aforementioned magma rise! These battering lava flows insistently fracture the overlying rock with tremendous extremes—diamond-producing—pressures, and (finally!) spew forth into the open air as monstrously expressed and exploding GOUTS of liquid rock, boiling mud, and choking ash! Seen from above, it is Nature casually preparing to throw her monumental statuary!

The smoke-belching studios of her violent artistry run for eons, pushing the plastic rock higher and farther up into the centers of these angry mountains intruded—time passes and proud peaks are torturously produced... peaks with harder centers waiting to be exposed...

Time does, what it does. What inexorable means.

...Millions of years after these eruptions have ceased, the weaker exteriors of these extinct volcanoes have worn away to the ceaseless manipulations of their inexorable water craftsman... Then...

Revealed, reader! Previously buried, but now sky pointing, rocky interiors of breathtaking statuary! Hundreds of feet tall, they rise into the air like stony skyscrapers dwarfing the latter. The air howls and moans around them noisily like ephemeral companies of lost artistic souls... and time marches on!

These tough vertical interiors stand alone, at last (after millions of years), like the (too rudely) phallic Washington monument already described... unrepentant rocky columns of ancient basalt accusing the indifferent sky with rigid and unwavering fingers!



Returning abruptly to the ubiquitous water craftsman, and owing to water's peculiar ability to be at its most dense four WHOLE degrees above the point at which it freezes solid—a miracle (and why frozen water floats!)—it is the water used to shape and carve these monuments as only water can. It is the water—finally—constituting the real tool of this not-so-subtle artist of erosion! The proudly pointing pillars that the water creates, remain... chiseled from the surrounding weaker rock and leaving these unwavering stony structures as extant... like the unsung supports of the sky itself!

Similar pillars, monuments, or columns can be found on the surface of the moon. ...Wait. What? ...Tilt!

Yes. Consider the moon.

Stasis is a word synonymous with her lunar body. Her surface remains unchanged and unmoving but for the chance meteoric affliction or the shuffling feet of the—too-rarely-present—astronaut.

Virtually changeless, the only things that regularly MOVE on her silent lunar face are the sharp-edged shadows created by the unrestricted sun—hard cornered but insubstantial wraiths our star chases around as it bakes her previously distressed and pockmarked still-life surface. A lover's heart drawn in the dead gray dust of her lunar soil will likely outlast all the earthly pyramids and, even, the inexorable seas that wash those pyramids away...

There is no atmosphere to carry the wind-borne tools of erosion's artistry on our moon. There is no water casually moved around to be used as tiny rock scarring levers.

Little, or no, lunar volcanic activity PRECLUDES the formation of the rocky lava towers to begin with—irrespective of this dearth of erosive mechanisms to dig them away! Yet, they ARE there!

What are they?

. . . Somebody knows!

Saturday, February 27, 2021

The Kingdom Beyond


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...Even *saucers* abhor our duplicitous politics 
pursuing agendas we can't even guess
Our history's wrought of betrayal and thoughtlessness
We're squandering trusts
We're failing tests!
.
Agreements we make? 
Too conveniently broken
Our lives are betrayed 
by the threat of "short change." 
Distracted, oblivious... we don't make the time... 
to ponder weird "happenstance"; 
our times are damned strange!
.
See? There's too much of *saying*... 
while *doing* another. 
"Do as I'm saying, but not as I'd rather"?  
The "system" is preaching *salvation* to you
but you'll never know 
what's contrivedmisconstrued!
.
The Earth is a mess in a tortured convulsion, 
the best of us sick in malaise or revulsion, 
the worst of us sell-outs for ill-gotten treasure, 
...while science portends that it's the sole measure!
.
These think that most people 
accept what they're "dished." 
They find that we don't. 
We'd fry other *fish*!  
See, they're squeezing we masses 
for all that we're worth, 
and at best we're kept stupid... 
benign and disbursed!
.
It's all a big ruse, 
it's all just the same, 
Republican, Democrat
it's not just a game! 
Two arms of a monster that feeds on itself; 
it's NOT the same beast, 
.
They're 'using abusers'! 
They've a pig in a poke... 
...You're holding the "bag"; 
but you're not in on the joke
The business of government's business
mon frère
It has its OWN "interests," 
and yours are not theirs!
.
We are but aphids (my thanks to friend Pat) 
to be milked for our life's bloodas simple as that. 
Brainless consumers who buy the *chump* stock, 
so they get the *good* stuff, 
high thread-countsfine yachts!
.
They live in a manner to us far removed, 
they don't care a wit that we're suffering—screwed! 
They act like cold Barons or crooked old Lords! 
They'll act with impunityremember John Ford?
.
It's those working hard to keep saucers in doubt! 
It's those who distract, and dissemble, right now! 
It's those with their *Congress* 
(as white as old snow!); 
it's those with their Presidents* 
(those beyond all control!); 
it's those with the judges 
(who front for elitists!)
together these sell-outs, bamboozle 
(and cheat us!).
.
This, as an ethic? 
It keeps saucers away! 
This is the way the *insentient* holds sway
This is a reason they're making bad calls, 
aping invertebrates, and lying a squall!
.
The "business" of government's 
respecting its people
not selfish concerns of the few who don't pay. 
We poor, getting poorer, are wasted and feeble, 
and will do what we must, all the histories say!
.
We'll rise up in mass as a terrible force 
and tear down those "castles" constructed, of course
"Enough is enough, yes regardless," we'll cry! 
Betrayers of trust?  
These must pay. We know why.
.



  • Better start looking for ways to give it up and give it back... or prepare to get it on—Corporate Amerika! Judgment's comin'!
  • Verily, "Let's get ready to Rum-blllllllllllllllllllle"!
  • Listen! "As a result of the [Civil] war, corporations have been enthroned, and an era of corruption in high places will follow... until all wealth is aggregated in a few hands and... the Republic is destroyed." — Abraham Lincoln was to have said in 1864.
  • The Supreme Court had more recently allowed, f'n 5 to 4, as to how all those "Lincoln forsworn" corporations, these sons of soulless corpocracy, these bloody-lipped pecuniary piratescan do all that and more while on the "up and up" and the "fair and square," too!  The middle class shrivels, falters, and dies, ignobly, like the more people-oriented Republic giving birth to it.
  • Corporations have long been treated as a kind of legal "individual" much like any single human being, (to unfairly limit liability!) but now, without regard to any sense of appropriate scale, they are legally the "same" as you and me, reader: able to sway their mal-scaled will in any way within the "law," now conveniently dictated to by... them. TV's "The Boys," in actuality. Superpowered and perhaps immortal super-beings trucking with the rest of us as they will... for fun and profit.


  • FORGOTTEN, see, is that these corporations are comparative (by any stretch!)  IMMORTAL "individuals" with unendingly deep pockets! They handily avoid an equal responsibility, equal accountability, equal dependability, equal blame-ability, or equal liability! Equal taxes is to laugh! 

  • They are insentient reptiles, self-involved only! They are devoid of ethical conscientiousness or compassion because the human reptiles composing them—and serving them in some psychopathic multi-generational relay—are devoid themselves, in their aggregate, of any ethical conscientiousness or compassion but that imposed! See, if corporations are people? Texas would have executed, at least, one.
  • Here's an observation: why tolerate corporate "reptiles" where corporate "mammals" might be sought? More Costco; less Walmart. 

  • Over-specialized and short-sighted Reptiles will always prefer the uber-conservative swamp serving them! Progressive mammals, on the other hand, can chance to inherit the farthest stars!  I'd rather aspire to the efficacious chance aforementioned.  I submit the reader might, too.
  • ...Embrace the concrescence ... pierce the veil ... employ a forward escape!  Beyond?  The Kingdom! Let's embrace that as our own! It's but our collective choice to make it so. Consider how the choice of 81 million ironically trumps the choice of 74 million. We, the sensible aspiring to the efficacious, choose sense and efficacy, and it is so.

Restore John Ford!

Friday, February 19, 2021

“I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream”…

 


“I Have No Mouth, 

And I Must Scream”…

By Alfred Lehmberg

 

Like many, I’m abruptly removedexcludedbanned from what passes for a spot on the world stage: Facebook. I won’t belabor any inordinate “unfairness” or senseless “arbitrariness” provoked by some algorithmic boobytrap I triggered, other than to say that when one becomes outraged by the outrageous one might be provoked to outrage! I offer that that speaks, and abundantly, to a less than abundant fairness. 


At astonishing issue and provocation WAS a malicious declaration of a mal-informed and conscienceless Religious hypocrisy by a craven enemy of the inclusive American ideal. You know, selling: Browns down, Blacks back, Queers nowhere near, and Women second tier. Those are the facts of history and conscience.


All this was revoltingly personified by a crass faux-Christian media-vangelist, one Dave Hayes, a person entirely given over to salacious rumor, wholly unsupported conspiracy theorizing, and some outdated and wholly discounted superstition! Too, here is one pronouncing authoritatively, still, by way of Facebook, his unctuous sermonizing on the callous need for the destruction of The United States (let that sink in!) as a Democratic Republic of working men and women, proud and healthy men and women attempting to enjoy productive lives aspiring to real fairness and enlightened efficacy in a sensible science-based world! This “media-person,” this QAnon conspiracy theorist Mr. Hayes (aka "Praying Medic"), was belligerently opposed to all that

https://www.facebook.com/rightwingwatch/posts/10158216570951748


The suggestion he declares (on Facebook) is the not-so-thinly veiled proposal that rendering our Republic over to a fascist Trumpian dictatorship of rabid wolves and evil weasels was in our nation’s best interest... best path and practice going forward! Yes, preying on one other in untenable little lives harboring no satisfaction but mean survival, in abject rightlessness, and living only to despair? That was the path forward! 


It is ever a choice… …why, the question is begged… yet, a choice, still. Hell is as close at hand as is heaven! Though, last but not least? This person criticized would DARE to foment an unrest in America’s super-power military to achieve this end! Yes! The potentiality of some "just" Mutiny in the military is proposed! Full stop by record scratch! 


I found this outrageous and was outraged. I wrote “Hey, Dave! Push a sock in that stuff or get your f'n wish, you vapid unamerican!” This was all I wrote. Bam! Three days in Facebook stir. 


Let’s review the perplexing scene. 


OK, for Dave Hayes’ glaring clarion call for foul sedition and its fulsome encouragement for our military to lurid and felonious mutiny... as God’s will... mutiny leading to the cruel soul-death and the subjugation of our Nation to traitorous criminals and psychopathic scalawags? Well, I asserted that he should muffle such talk with a sock stuffed into the provenance of that treason, the foulest treason (I remind the reader)... sputtered in such thoughtless and obscene exclamation... that it deserved, at least, a sock! At least! 


Further, I offered that were he to continue his unwarranted and unconstitutional call for traitorous sedition and mutiny, he could have it his WAY and our Nation actually be rendered to the banana-republic military dictatorship he called for. Those always end so well; the reader can agree! 


I closed with a terse assessment of his patriotism as one wholly toxic, insipid, and tediously dull: “…You vapid unamerican,” I wrote, outraged and disgusted. I’m a retired officer of the military, reader; I was Regular Army still on inactive roles! This writer knew about that which he was outraged! ...And disgusted!


…So, where is my sin? Can we understand that perhaps an error or betrayal of a “law’s” spirit may have been made… right, wrong, or indifferent, here, in this instance? That some laughable irony of injustice may actually reward a clear traitor, credulous fascist, and unhinged seditionist, Dave Hayes… but punish the person (me) outraged by same and moved to express that outrage unthreateningly to said individual: a right-wing religious extremist down for Proud Boy mayhem and shouting biased lies and mawkish distortions on public airwaves… a maleficent purveyor of egregious stupefactions encouraging obvious disinformations, gonzo Q-insanities, and other faithless faux-political mendacities… mendacities so sophomorically drawn from some cooperative toxi-rumor of gladly ignored as contrary-to-agenda fact… that a sentient person’s imagination is thrown over a wing-backed chair and rogered to in-sentience! Maybe that’s the plan… 


Outrageous, like I said, but he goes on, unmolested and sans all sin, to spew his seditious sewage from a protected speech spot on Facebook’s page or radio and television, still! And then we come to it… 


There is no appeal for my dismissal! Dave has a TV and internet platform! I'm betting he's even blue-checked! 


I’m booted off the stage aforementioned, summarily, by, at best, an algorithm aping human anxiousness, a soulless and reprogrammable machine of bland indifference, an insensate tool of a sad number’s uncalculated if calculating mal-calculus, great on Newton's spin, rate and charge… right? ...But sucking at Heisenburg's nuance, subtlety, emotional response, or humanity. That was "at best," remember. At worst? 


At worst, I am expulsed by a canted human ham-hand living a life of untested and toxic hypocrisy switched out for faith, one embroiled of gravid hypocrisy in an autocracy serving him or her but having their autocratic and inexorable heel down on me and you. Yeah… it could be a lot worse, but it’s this, outlined here, that puts us on the road to exactly that... worse! That’s been this writer's experience! 


See, in the words of the late Harlan Ellison, a person who would know my outrage, understand it, be similarly outraged, but then be outraged anew at such an arbitrarily imposed inability to sensibly and even benignly express that outrage in a public venue where it might be heard… where that provoking the outrageous provokes the outrage in the first outrageous place, but then skips away untroubled? That's outrageous!


No, Facebook’s unbased, poorly foundationed, and unevenly applied "time-outs" for its supporters, meted out so arbitrarily,  autocratically, and nonsensically, sans all consistency and professional responsibility... as a juvenilely intimidating punishment to "hens and roosters" more largely supporting it (chilling reasonable dissent!), while letting the psychotic wolves and ferrets run free? That seems as cross-purposed to efficacy as it is prejudiced against a "best practice." 


The subject was the touting of a seditious call for a military mutiny on public airways, the reader will recall. ...No lipstick for THAT pig.


“I have no mouth,” reader, “and I must scream.” Mr. Ellison knew what I’m talking about!  Wounded and in pain, I must scream... but I have no mouth! Not an untroubled and un-trifled one!

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Thanks, and a hat-tip to Driftglass, suffering similar slings and arrows on Twitter, but for life... when his is the message of sanity you need to hear... not that risibly treasonous and seditious drivel of Dave Hayes!


Friday, February 12, 2021

UFOs Are Here!




UFOs Are Here!
by Alfred Lehmberg


UFOs -are- here, first and foremost. Let's just get that out of the way, straight away. Tippy-toein' around this issue serves us, not. 

And yes, it is as ever true that we now, as always, suffer those "slings and arrows of outrageous fortune" found in day to day existence, but we don't take arms against them by pretending they are not there. Legitimate distractions of exterior "disease" or social strife in evidence around us are no excuse to "impacted back teeth" one might have on other pressing issues... even as they complicate those exterior diseases and threatening social realities... also exterior... 

Remains, UFOs, like facts, don't appear to be going away upon the proclamation that they cannot be there, and we are not served by that proclamation.  UFOs don't care.

Resolved: UFOs are a patent and unavoidable reality, an endured if denied existentialism, an obvious conclusion of non-biased observations, and it is buoyed, abundantly, by seven categories of compelling evidence... including some low-level "personal encountering," unabashedly admitted... That's this writer's report.

I can hear the internal dialogue. I've always heard it. You're wrong. Shut up. ...And have a BIG cup of that. ...More?

All ufological political correctness be damned: they're going to be UFOs discussed, exclusively! That term! That philosophy! That's what's on the table! 

No, we won't be talking about those namby-pamby and invalidly respected reconciliations... surrenders to some faithless "fairness" or unearned and bastardized "balance" ...that the concept UAP proves to be. I've discussed this before. Both sides don't.

UFOs and UAPs... Unidentified Flying Object and Unidentified Aerial Phenomena. Does the reader see the difference as highlighted by bold and italic? It produces a telling illustration.

If not, let's go further. Both are unidentified, one can perceive, but that's only the straight-up admission that we don't know, any of us, what the hell we're talking, or thinking, about (a result of not talking... or thinking!) ...in either case! Why... it could even be magic... or, "science not yet understood or accepted" is the key point, reader, though that curdles the cockles of the ever-ready "Reducing Cartesians" in the CSIcop crowd! 

Then? Then... it gets murky.

Look at "Flying" and "Aerial." Both suggest the airborne, sure, and the difference is subtle. ...But, look closely. The former bespeaks an existential reality perceived of one's senses, in the air, seemingly controlled by extant intelligence, seeable and feelable even if apart from all identification... where clear identification should be able to be made! A zebra, right up close on a clear day at noon? It won't be taken for a horse.

The latter term, aerial; however, takes on an ephemeral even eldritch quality, not quite an admission that there might be something there, but neatly setting us up, anyway, for the third term... it's JOB, one can surmise!

Object and Phenomena. There are your tells and bugaboos! The reader has to see the difference, but I'll point it out to the more lumpen like myself. It took me a while!

Object suggests actuality in the real world! It is graspable in one's personal reality tunnel; it is an existentiality of the "here and now" and it has the substance of a brick thrown through a window of a CSI commissary! Phenomena, on the other hand?

Why, a "phenomenon," FIRST, is a result of mirages, of optical illusions, of misidentified blimps, bolides, and balloons... first, the reader is reminded, according to an "infallible" Occam. Then? 

Then, still according to Occam, it can be a result of the confabulatory mechanisms of persons misleading, suppositions of the misled, or the hallucinations of the mentally ill? ...A "phenomenon," the reader may come to see, doesn't even have to be there... ...at all!  

Anything can be explained away with the rationalization of more "explanation," reader, embers of reflexive, so toxic and unconstructive doubt can be oxygenated to undeserved life. Like "Jewish Space Lasers"!

Well, ephemera's not the stuff talked about and provoking concern, right? UFO is the assertion that there is something there in the here and now, perhaps even something extraterrestrial! UAP, it is offered, is but a "plausible (read: disingenuous!) deniability." It is deniability that there is something there, at all... and it also provides for the ability to more easily mascarade and camouflage the "TRUFOs," (true UFOs) plainly there at the start... ...as dismissible. Recall the tug of war over McMinnville, for example.

UFOs are not UAPs, and vice versa, ok? They are separate! They are distinct! 

Moreover, if we just go ahead and admit that UFOs are an "object" of tactile reality and not a "phenomena" of abstruse vagueness and perhaps even patent unreality... and we're not "Flying" these "Unidentified" "Objects"? ...Cue the music!

...Patient reader... Someone is. Let that rock your short and curlies to your smokin' stackin' swivels!

Moreover, Credible men and women, living and dead, agree with me, yesterday and today! These quite rare women and men are of a caliber and grain-weight facilitating those unanswered debate challenges made to the most accomplished and well funded of the skepti-bunkies (or the most strident of the hearty-reductionist-so-puddle-deep noisome negativist!). ...In a moment we'll talk about where you can see and hear a few of the former. 

This alluded to, if rather abstruse cowardice of the latter-mentioned, is obvious... given the narrowness of their self-admitted reductionist imaginations, the dearth of that same intellectual courage demanded of all others, the shakiness of their over-privileged chairs and positions buttressed by blindered self-serving hypocrisies, and then finally? The wide gulf of their arrogant and homocentric assumptions commanding their insectile attentions... ...Their hubris. Their ignorant arrogance. ...So say the aforementioned credible men and women!

Additionally, these credible men and women allow that the aforementioned concoction of scientistic hypocrisy, cowardice, and shaky assumption can no longer be excused or tolerated! That this complacency of spirit is an errant indulgence ill afforded in our quickly accelerating times, that it is increasingly abhorrent behavior which must be changed of needs and for cause...  

...Disclosure is, we must remember to embrace, only a first step like going from coal to solar cells! Extreme courage is required for the follow-through, but we're served by it! Consider, if we'd bit the "disclosure" bullet in 1952, on that opportunity and occasion of our first (and last!) official admission of the UFO as ET, we'd already been a couple of generations into it and reaping the rewards suspected! ...But, no!

We elected for arrogance and cowardice! ...And debate of it is all but squashed! See, unfortunately, ironically, for all concerned, the formerly mentioned credible women and men handily burn their canted opposition down to the ground in a real debate not allowing for the observance of rank and privilege. That's bad? Yes. In a way.

They're so spot-on and sensible, generally, that any concession made to points they are easily able to make become but a slippery slope to the predicted invalidations of their opposition's scientistic, facile, and assumpted positions. Hell, that's why they have a "boot heel" at all, but I digress! Adding injurious insult to their insulted injuries? Occam is not correct every time, only enough that attention to him must be paid... out of sheer prudence! Occam is not infallible, see? He is only statistically likely. That won't be the same thing.

The UFO multi-color proponent's two-color opponents would have to admit some kind of "defeat" at the denouement of any debated deliberation or look like complete fools, in the aggregate, to a balanced evaluating observer. Watch a taped debate of those issues to see what I mean! Freidman and McGaha spring to mind

These can be reduced to the pro's points not being addressed by an obfuscating, mendacious, and largely hypocritical opposition, all presented evidence but that misinterpreted to their advantage, ignored, or that evidence pronounced upon negatively without the remotest examination of that evidence by that opposition! Science is not done by proclamation it's been said! Such are the less than forthright members of that crowd.

That's why they don't debate, one can see; they can't debate, so, they won't "debate"! The precariousness of an opposition's position precludes the giving of even a nanometer of ground, lest they slide, completely unimpeded, from the unjust and hubristic airborne towers they've purloined, airily inhabited, and think they are entitled to... I'm reminded of the GOP, but I digress, again.

Stan Deyo agreed with me once, apparently. Stan Deyo! Whatever happened to Stan Deyo? Back in the day last century when we all had a degree of sanity seemingly lost now to the obtrusions of the fascist right and a rejection of democratic socialism, by the betrayed ignorant, as communism... toxic and foul. That's what we get believing everyone's opinion has equal value. It never has. That's never been plainer than now.

...See, there are 350 million-plus persons in an America largely unmoved by the dire threat of overpopulation. Maintaining a good quality of life for that many people requires self-less intelligence, concise management, and interdependent efficiency... Government, reader, of, by, and for, the people. Nothing else fits. 

Working that tradeoff between the needs of the many and the sensibilities of the individual are a row, roughly hoed! Still, where one wants "smaller government," they should also want "smaller populations!" The neo-GOP, and perhaps now, Mr. Deyo, don't seem to get that in 2021...

Remains, in at the ground floor, last century, of a quality UFO research mechanism, Stan Deyo had been looking into UFOs (among other significant investigations) for quite some time before I encountered him. Amazingly, he had done so, for all those years, without even once, to date, disgracing himself or his subject. Astonishing! I was wholly impressed. 

See, Deyo was a contemporary of Hynek. He was conversant with Speilberg. He was in contact with Vallee. It would appear that he had solid enough credentials at the time. [g].

No, Deyo had served Ufology well, apparently. I couldn't find a cogent contrary word about him in a weeks worth of searching, and I tried to find some meaningful dirt on him. 

But, no. Like the late Stanton Friedman, Richard Dolan, Frank Feschino, Robert Hastings, or the late Richard Hall, all solid persons heavily invested in the UFO milieu, he had avoided the winsome *woo-woo*, steered clear of the credulous *crackpot*, and sidestepped the foaming *fringe* (it would seem!)... all appropriate respects paid to fringers, cracked pots, and the winsome! It's not their fault every time!

All in all, Deyo's startling claims of decades ago appear to remain unchallenged (indeed, many seem unsettlingly prophetic!), and his bona-fides sure looked genuine. One tries to take a man at his word. It's on the liar that they are liars. 

Deyo might, actually, be the kind of man most easily typified as a truly original American of rare intelligence and even rarer talent (...and a brave man with strong convictions that he is not compelled to push up the observer's nose, reflexively, one would hope!). 

I could like a guy like this, in the aggregate, or want to... if he just explained the unexplained ambivalence to the supremacy, the fascism, and the slavish devotion to legislated vaginas, and some former Presidents... the validated sensibilities of the KKK as acceptable... Then, even given what seem to be mere oppositional politics we could have a collegiality. ...I redouble my efforts to be on extra guard! [g].

Be that as it may, Deyo could have continued to serve us well with regard to the observed ufological. He'd had a plan, once, for a six-part series of DVDs that would chronicle his association with ufology (over the past thirty-some-odd years), and it would have gone a long way, one would think (I do!), towards facilitating some real quality information on the subjects at hand... and on many of the sub-sets of that subject? 

Truly, it would have gone a long way towards facilitating some real disclosure of that type first experienced in 1952. He'd been around a long time and it appears we had an affordable opportunity to have had his rich ufological experience for our own... and in a way we can study for ourselves if we wished it so. I guess it was not to be?

Contrarily, his first DVD in the series, at *first* blush, WAS an amateur production of 1970's UFO nostalgia, festooned with (overlong and largely inappropriate?) clips from "StarWars" and "Forbidden Planet." Push past this momentary (and largely invalid) distraction, good reader. Be not fooled. There is gold in that muddy river bottom! Read the send-up here and then go see for yourself.


 


Indeed, Mr. Deyo, in interview last century to this writer, expressed some regret at not being allowed more creative control in the DVD's production, and pieces of it made even him groan, was his report. The aforementioned is said forgetting, for a moment, that it is Deyo's creative contribution to the old documentary's beginning and end that book-ends it, compellingly providing for its currency, power, and relevancy, still!

Moreover, the conscious observer realizes what she is seeing in the details of the film! Her breath is taken away if she can be moved by sincerity, at all! Verily!

"UFOs are here," say Kenneth Arnold (with some agitation!), Jacques Vallee (calmly and reasonably), and J. Allen Hynek (from the standpoint of real science!). 

"UFO are here," say Margaret Mead (intelligently), Stanton Friedman (logically), and Klaus Nobel (humbly). 

"UFOs are here," say Steven Spielberg (candidly), Squadron Leader White (cunningly), and Reverend William Gill (with 38 other people, astonishingly)! 

"UFOs are here," say Presidents, pilots, and scared air traffic controllers. UFOs are here. Friends and uneasy neighbors! Verily!

"UFOs are here," continues Ray Palmer... which I'm sure will earn a smirk from a fallacious few with ill-molded minds locked in the comforting stone of their suspiciously spurious "conventional wisdoms." Say what you want about Ray Palmer, a publisher of 1940's tabloid pulp magazines with an unsettling hunchback. 

Some will too reflexively dismiss him as a "puckish showman" and "clever huckster," one encouraging a "UFO hysteria" to sell more "mindless" books and periodicals! A buffoon and a charlatan!

This ignores the fact that it was largely his "mindless magazines" (an absolute first of their efficacious TYPE, by the way!) that hugely catapulted the imaginations of our forebears, contributing, by report directly (!), to the technological wonderland we presently ENJOY today in a 21st Century! He sparked, in short, scientific imagination.

Moreover, Palmer had his finger in a ufological dike we all know is there, early on! No, point a finger at Ray Palmer, bunky, in ignorant malice, and have it end up painfully in your own eye!

"UFOs are here," says Colin Cameron, recently released from an institution for the insane... and uh-huh... I can even hear the reader's eyeballs roll up! Be not too proud, good reader. 

As loopy as his story was, he still captured a few seconds of some compelling UFO footage (You have to tease it out of the darkness with your picture seetings) that this writer had never seen before, forgetting that Cameron's lack of *sanity* (whatever that is...) in no way precludes his telling the truth, whatever his personal take on that truth might be! 

He might be crazy, but he doesn't have to be a liar! Yes, he might be crazy, but, like his reflex detractor, he doesn't have to be stupid, too!

Margaret Mead addresses this obliquely in the film when she expresses her irritation at being disingenuously labeled as a "UFO Believer." "The only thing I believe about UFOs," she says, "...Is that they remain [suspiciously] unidentified"! She goes on to point out that not near enough is being done (on any level that matters) to actually identify these *things* remaining so illusively "unidentified," in the first place! 

The question is begged: Who is the real believer? Or, who is it really living, rent unpaid, in a billionaire's dream world?

No, the DVD is exactly what it is billed to be, a first disk in a video diary, a compilation of Stan Deyo's direct involvement, contribution, and truth-seeking association with the principals and luminaries of ufological research. It makes no apology for the appearance of history to our jaded eyes (...Stanton Friedman looks nineteen!). 

It does not pretend something is not so... (like the conflicted mainstream does to this day and hour or minute!). It does not evade or obfuscate the issues (like the institutions of our spurious skepti-bunky officialdom!). It does not mislead, hoodwink, or misinform (like the CSIcopian adversary in conflicted and convenient opposition aforementioned!). It is, most certainly, sincere.

"UFOs Are Here!", stood apart from the legislated and enforced ignorance of our corrupted society with arms innocently raised and palms decidedly up. Moreover, it dares to suggest the answer to the larger question in the minds of the remotely conscious: UFOs are here! 

Stan Deyo began to make that more obvious, decades ago, and we're along for the unusual (but cogent) ride if we want to be. Based on the initial disk, even with its flaws (hell... especially with its flaws! [g].), I would have tremorously anticipated the next installment in that ride. I'd suggest the reader might, too. 

UFOs are here... realizing we are already living precariously in threatened existences challenged by pandemic and a Smaug-like billionaire's political authoritarianism, but we're not served, either, putting off a dentist office visit... given a cosmically impacted wisdom tooth that should have come out decades ago! Or... so say credible men and women.