Friday, April 03, 2020

Object lesson

We're at Mother Nature's mercy  
only thinking we have "clues." 
Still, we humans strut and preen 
like we wear crowns. 
We're at ease and rape the planet 
for our squalid little pleasures. 
We're the local space/time's version 
of unfunny, tragic clowns...
Appearances deceive us 
while we show just what we: 
psychopathic institutions 
sans all balance. 
All our "spin" bereft of substance 
we're adrift beneath hard stars; 
procrastinating evil
without conscience...
Ever wonder why there're *homeless* 
folks from "emptied institutions" 
of psychotics onto streets... 
to spit and grin? 
We see them on the news, 
forlorn, the focus of our pity ... scorn, 
but still they number, hapless, without end.
We could rescue them, you see; 
we could help them off their knees, 
but they serve a "useful purpose," not admitted. 
I'll tell you why they're there, 
but in turn, I must declare: 
Their rescue is just not to be permitted.
See? They're there as object lessons
they're "displayed" for you and me. 
They're "what happens" 
when you cannot toe "the line." 
They're what happens for critiquing 
institutions as your "right," 
while appalled by any tyranny we'd find.
They are there to keep you doting 
on the dictates of the 'man'! 
They distract us from those "lights"
 in troubled skies. 
They are there to keep us focused 
from some crooked profit margins. 
They are there, a veiled threat 
These obscure the UFO's 
in the fear that you might see them! 
Those who sharpen your confusion? 
They are PREGNANT with their sin! 
They're to keep us to that "party line," 
apart from real thinking. 
They preclude our just salvation... 
...they're to keep things as they've been.
It's never been the "real world" 
you see on your TV. 
The "safety of your home" is an illusion. 
It's what you think's "observed." 
It is THAT that has occurred! 
Don't shoot ME down... 
...that's Heisenberg's conclusion.
See, the universe can but cough, 
and you're scattered on the winds. 
Ask folks—in Puerto Rico—if that's true. 
It is these who have their fear served up, 
forget "relief," it's all corrupt, 
then fate contrives to beat you 
black and blue.
And, what might this be like, 
this unkindly twist of fate. 
I wonder how "unkindly fate" 
shakes down. 
Understanding is obscured; 
it's denatured and deterred... 
bread and circuses sans all truth... 
these come to town.
"The "Martian Face" is punched ... ," 
says your *bunky*, out to lunch, 
Plait stamps his clownish feet
all joy is he. 
Imagine his relief, 
he who swallows NASA's brief, 
they have put off his "comeuppance..." 
...he so shallowly believes.
These can go back to futility, 
call abductees "useless kooks."  
They can salve their wounded egos, 
and pretend to own the truth. 
They can build their shaky castles 
and pretend they have a clue. 
These continue down a road that's very bad... 
for me and you.
"The face on Mars: a rock pile"? 
Plait's beliefs are reinforced! 
The belief that he's *alone* returns, renewed! 
He's no longer compelled to find... 
it's him who pays truth's freight, in time
He'll discover what far thinkers 
always knew!
See I can't believe in NASA 
as their interests are conflicted, 
and their data is in fragments 
all as was as they predicted! 
The government's a liar! 
...Can't believe a thing they say; 
their interests mirror shadows! 
I want the truth, per se!
As the girl said in "Titanic" 
while her vessel slid from view, 
"I'd really rather be a 'whore' 
than spend my life with you...
My sentiment exactly, 
as the "rich man" shows his colors... 
and compelled a stunning disrespect 
from those persons he makes suffer.
We're at Mother Nature's mercy 
and her parasitic bugs. 
You can charge the ones who "lead" us 
as the smarmiest of thugs. 
They're the ones who keep us shaded 
('d raise some hell you only knew!) 
from where their secrets have been buried... 
in their disrespect for... you!

Tuesday, March 03, 2020

The Phenomenon: Children, Father To The Man

James Fox's The Phenomenon

The Phenomenon: 
Children, Father To Humanity
A Documentary review 
by Alfred Lehmberg

No boasting. The writer but makes qualification with regard to having "been there" and "done that." A retired attack pilot of 23 contiguous years in Military aviation... an aviator with over 3500 hours in the air... including 1100 hours flown for a Bronze Star in a combat zone. This precludes the need for same, right? 

My subsequent status as a Military Flight Examiner and wreath-wearing Master Army Aviator, Standardardization Instructor Pilot, and Officer Candidate School Acting Commandant further complicates any need for that aforementioned boasting. On top of this, the writer has a Bachelor of Science degree from an accredited University where he graduated Summa Cum Laude. Truly, boasting would be childish and dismissable.

The intrepid Fox...

No... the writer only aspires to outline the foundation necessary to adequately qualify, or otherwise credit, a new film documentary research effort on UFOs by the intrepid filmmaker, James Fox. His film will be recognized perhaps only here for what that research effort may truly be... I offer that Ze Frank might quip in a True Facts, "That's how writers do." 

I add, at the risk of offending, that it is a film initiative decidedly bereft of all allusion or reference to the remotest "woo." No crystals were squeezed in the production of this film, nor was there the slightest insinuation with regard to spiritual elevation or advancement, as important as these things might be. Charismatics are not depended on, thankfully. No cultural mores or philosophical creeds were insulted in the making of this documentary, nor is a certain "twitchy rhetoric" a manipulative tool for agendas seen or unseen. No.

No, indeed. No. Reasonable Science is proffered reasonably... reasonable science and humanity... reasonable science and humanity and... sans all glibness, "we are not alone." 

So, then resolved: a valid and compelling reason to get to the bottom of UFOs? The point, in other words? ...We do it for the kids. You know, we ourselves, and at our most fundamental level.

They saw a UFO and interacted with "occupants"...

As was mentioned, this writer was a career military aviator once, at the top of the game, a master of the craft, but a person well-versed in what is "supposed" to be up there, illusory and otherwise. These, of course, were to be the contrivances of humankind. Contrivances like paper-airplanes or hyper-sonic jet-craft. From self-landing boosters to orbiting reentry cruisers!  Yeah, from blimps to balloons and onward to include soaring birds and fiery falling bolides! 

That... and well... he's seen... "...stuff" ...of his own, eh? Seeing certainly can be believing. The actuality? It is a thief of one's doubt, reader. ...Kids will get that on a cellular level.

So, let's push on the gas, shall we? As we spin up the engines, the reader is advised that they may have some difficulty appreciating the actuality of the following occurrence the way this aviator writer can, but let yourself be swept along on, truly... the wildest of rides... 

Imagine wings flapping...

To start, imagine being in a "Catch 22" era B-25 medium bomber from the last World War. It's a tough and multi-storied craft so loosely strung that the wings actually flapped, birdlike, 12 feet from either side of centerline on their furious and frenetic bombing missions, violently dire experiences flown under heavy fire and putting those wings through arduous combat paces.  ...As kids, and misled? We only played at war.

Now, take that same airplane and put it down close for a tree-slapping nap-of-the-Earth flight mode! Fly at VNE (velocity never to exceed!), over 300 miles an hour, friend... the vibrations teeth-ratting and the pilot hopeful his steel and aluminum steed doesn't fly apart with the strain... but he's not really thinking about that. Not now. No... right "now" made this old writer a kid again.

"What the  hell is that?"

See, "right now," and so close to the Earth in your straining plane that birds and animals on the ground scatter terrorized before you... you chase a UFO!  On a simple ferry mission, it appeared before you inexplicably! You dove down on it, looking like a blackbird harrying a silver raptor, to check it out! 

See, James Fox puts the observer in the pilot's seat of that furiously shuddering cockpit! You see the saucer's circular shadow rushing over the astonished ground before you! You note vortices swirling off the tips of the hurrying otherworldly craft! 

...A burgeoning realization rushes in to rob you of all your aforementioned doubt! Verily, a vast array of things it cannot be, rationally and reasonably rejected, leaves one only with what it... is.

Next thing you know? The strange craft before you is zipping away as if in exasperated evaporation. There before you, one moment! Then, gone, the next!  What the hell...?

This happened. This is just to start. This film just began and already, breathless and gasping, I need oxygen! The kid in me powers on!

My association with writing feelingly about UFOs is decades-long now.  I was on Errol Bruce-Knapp's Strange Days' Indeed late last century. I was with the Bill and Nancy Birnes Team at Future Theater and wrote for their UFO Magazine for a few years as the 21st kicked off. I was burned badly by the Budd Hopkins/Jim Mortellaro Abduction affair even as I was then rewarded heartily by my association with Stanton Friedman and Frank Feschino vis a vis a related Flatwoods Monster Affair, another ufo and kids story, ironically.

have written about and otherwise reviewed all manner of production regarding UFOs, including most all the preceding works of our esteemed and always relevant James Fox. Truly, I have been as hugely mystified by this subject as  I have been monstrously betrayed... hugely inspired, reader, if vastly humbled in all these years as the UFO crow flies for our ufological engagement and observation. 

Remains, I've never been made more optimistic in their regard than I am now with Mr. Fox's latest film documentary. I feel imbued with the optimism of a child.

Clearly, this is "THE" UFO documentary introducing the UFO into the 21 Century, at long, long last. See, when one tells the truth to be understood, they can be believed with some confidence. Fox has told an understandable truth; he can be believed with that suggested confidence.
Friedman, Feschino, Hastings, and Dolan

Seriously... I suspect he may even be of that rare most and elusive personage, the "real deal"! Beyond the singularly focused and woke filmmaker, there is not a hint of the self-interested and self-involved "uber-charismatic" so repellant in the narcissist psychopaths otherwise evident in the milieu alluded to, eh? 

Dolan... Feschino... Hastings... the late Mr. Friedman, these, by way of example, have this quality of personage typified by our Mr. Fox... others fall short, but I digress.

remind the reader that my optimism is child-like, uncomplicated and inspired. It is not Child-ish, credulous and ex-spired. 

See, I was all set to be "underwhelmed"... but was disabused of that notion just a few minutes in. No, I'm still a smoldering pile of hair, teeth, and eyeballs in that film's regard, actually.

Jesse Marcel, Sr. 

See, our Mr. Fox shows that UFO history is dying. Jesse Marcel Sr., by way of example, a principal player at a now-infamous Roswell, New Mexico, is, of course, deceased ...but now, so is his son! Flight Surgeon and Army Colonel Jesse, Jr. has also sloughed his mortal coil! Understand? We fragile humans are born to grow old and die, at last. Largely, our stories die with us. Can our American UFO story have more survivability, please?

Washington DC, circa 1952. Fox informs us that, in the summer of that year, the restricted airspace of Washington, DC was effortlessly and with impunity impinged upon by UFOs so often and so threateningly ... that the military was ultimately ordered and duly charged to shoot those UFOs down... where they, laughably, did not follow instructions to ground themselves for capture and arrest. "Shoot them down" was, of course, the business end of our intention. Tasked? We wanted one and would have actively sought one out.


Around this time the aforementioned Jesse Marcel Sr. was perhaps having to deal with the aftermath of one of those "shot-down" Saucers himself, Fox implies! Fox also points out one other astonishing observation concerning Jesse Senior! 

See, let's presume that the two men Junior AND Senior did mistake a crashed UFO... (with its strange debris covering a football field and later requiring a large company of soldiers to clear it all out, one discovers in research) for a rubber balloon tricked out with balsa wood and aluminum foil. Ladies and gentlemen! C'mon!

When do rubber balloons and tin-foil kites of balsa-wood get sent to the top brass at Ft Worth on an exclusive cargo plane for a special inspection, analysis, and evaluation? Why does it have to be scoured bit by precious bit from a hard to get to New Mexico wilderness? Why does Jesse Senior have to surrender the souvenir saucer parts of "rubber, foil, and balsa" he shared with Jesse Junior that night of the fateful crash on his return home? Curious questions, right?

Jesse Sr's expression is so, "...You're not buying this!?"

While we're on the subject of societal short-sheeting, Fox asks why the Government's "premier UFO investigative body," BlueBook, operated with such a minimal staff and in a manner where they had to quibble on car usage and itemize their meager per-diem expenses... exhaustively... have to fight for every f'n dime, reader (BlueBook CO Edward Ruppelt's The Report On UFOs), to investigate the most compelling thing on the planet? The answer?

Project BlueBook was but a bearded front for an "invisible college," a well-funded college, Fox intimates I can gather. This was a college obvious, as it turned out, then and now! Did BlueBook Commanders Friend, Ruppelt, and Quintanilla suspect, or know? 

UFOs have always been of interest, reader, and how could they not be! Sure, keep them below the radar... keep them out of the hands of the hoi polloi, but investigate at all cost! Shoot one down if you can! They could mean EVERYTHING... and do, reader. And do... is this writer's ... and the filmmaker's, it is wagered, "bird's-eye" on the "low-down" for this worrisome caper. 

His community did not deserve him...

Shifting gears, James Fox was able to capture some real poignancy in his exemplary film initiative, too. The late Lonnie Zamora, for just one example of many, was without question, an honorable man, honored and ever aspirant to that honor. Then he saw a UFO... 

He saw a UFO and to a large degree, Fox shows us, his life became a trifled confusion and an unwarranted implosion. An American tragedy, verily and actually

Though, he would get a lot of letters belying the disrespect, scorn, and disbelief he would get officially, even to the point of driving him from his job, a job that he loved: serving the community as its knight and protector, but he stepped down to preclude negative publicity for his community. Real chivalry from a knight in service, is this writer's take. 

These are shown to be poignantly handwritten notes and letters of support, understanding, commiseration, corroboration and external validation... notes and letters seen in fade-in and outs, not from "kooks" and "whackos" but from sincere compatriots, confederates, comrades, and companions on our shared paranormal and esoteric path. Fellow experiencers... and kids! Kids, reader! ...And as we come to find, kids know.

Yesterday: Seminal Scientific Ufologist
Dr. James MacDonald

Today's Scientific Ufologist
Dr. Jacques Vallee

Fox has put together a ufological mosaic of the "old," the "then," and the "now." This gives us not just the expected three dimensions of UFOs but it transcends and goes beyond them in a way this writer wishes he could better articulate to the reader. Exasperated, the writer reports that James Fox has produced for this observer a breathtaking cavalcade of mindbending ufo vignettes and cameos, a kaleidoscope of weird conceptualizations and distorted and contorting world views and revelations! One springs to mind.

Fox is interviewing a wholly enchanting Colonel Robert J. Friend, an early interim BlueBlue Head before BlueBook went corporate and wholly anti-UFO. Apparently, giving them doubt-benefit, Fox says. "Maybe the government didn't know what [the UFO] was, and that explains their reluctance to fully investigate it..." I paraphrase Fox.

Friend, says, with the most delightful, oh-I-suspect-the-altogether-opposite-grin rendering Fox's doubt benefit ludicrously naive.   

"...Or... ...they did know what it was," Friend just beams, reader. Bam and spot on!

All in all, if I was trying to cram a credible impact statement onto a mean expository teaspoon for Fox's documentary? 

"UFOs..." as they are regarded by a non-duplicitous military and media, Fox makes abundantly clear, are "here, real, and happening now." That's an admited fact from officialdom, reader.

That an acceptable excuse for the government's inability to produce ufo evidentiary material has been that "it had been thrown out to make room," is blisteringly illustrated by a past Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid's observation that such ridiculous attitudes are, and decidedly "...Bad for our Country." 

Why... but that it's bad for the kids? Our cowardice and duplicity will not encourage their respect. ...And it's no sappy truism that they are a humanity's future.

Fox closes understandably on the subject of our UFOs largely a result of the experiential happenstance for dozens of children, experiencers all and one decades ago, interviewed then, and then reinterviewed, now. The kids got it. The adult, remembers. 

The kids understand and so demonstrate that perhaps they ARE father to the man. We get to the bottom of UFOs for their sakes... not our own. 

Support this film. Hard to do, I know, in an election year raging with a communicable disease and a new fascism, all struggling to be born... but the reader is served for the effort. So says this writer. Read on!

"This landed, and then, these came out."

Saturday, February 22, 2020

Secrets Keeping Secrets


There are secrets keeping secrets
wrapped in jealous secret lies. 
Oh, these secrets disrespect you; 
too, they're secrets you'd despise.

These are secrets way detestable, 
They are calumny in rot; 
you're taught to think them necessary, 
but they "grift you," so they're not.

See, they're not the same as "confidence," 
as that measurement is off. 
This "secret" profits keepers... 
a "confidence" does not.  
See, "keepers" hold a higher ground 
and having held, keep holding; 
their confidence is with themselves
to you? They're not beholding.

They keep "it" to be special, 
and to have their catbird seat
They keep "it" and degrade our lives, 
inflating their conceits. 
They keep it as they've no respect... 
for what you might hold dear, 
then appropriate YOUR dreams and such— 
manipulate your fear.

It's that secret at the flash-point, see? 
It is coveted, held dear
if they share "it" they're not special, dig? 
So? They manufacture fear!

Keep "secrets" then, for profit,
but then rot in well-earned hell!
Slowly simmer in corruption 'till you die!

I blithely sprint your un-trod path
To YOUR feared edge—I reach that lip...
...I spread my arms and leap! 
I soar!  I FLY!

...Then it's from your edge I'm sailing
and I show we need not fear! 
What's "scared" us is a blessing
It is that I would make clear! 
Mere lies have framed too neatly
what's hidden, well, from us. 
That bravery is rewarded, friend... 
even more than once was thought.

We leap these wrongful hurdles 
knowing courage and élan
we tread new paths of tolerance, 
best practice, and beyond!

...Beyond?  ...There are new starfields— 
glowing meadows, liquid light... 
where the struggle for creation
blooms strange flowers every night! 
The night is day, or day is night— 
it's up to you to choose! 
What you watch, quite simply, changes
Pay attention; slip your noose!

...Turn to see Earth’s *blueness* 
that we'd sicken toxic brown. 
See labored breathing's air and sea...
ocean currents slowing down. 
Feel clouds like poisonous pillows; 
acrid lightening splits dark sky; 
taste a bitter truth, perchance, 
where birds refuse to fly!

...Hear the rumble of cetaceans
as they make their conversations... 
to the "winsome wraith-like watchers 
from beyond the farthest reaches." 
These are, perhaps, connected to the "dreams" 
that we're discounting, 
ideals we have chosen to betray, 
like they were nothing!

No!  I cleave Monk Bruno's heavens! 
Right this moment? ...Breathing free! 
I scoff at all rejection. 
E'en opposed... ...I'm off my knees!

See?  I keep my eyes wide open, 
see bastards as they are— 
just motes of sentient carbon
born of massive blue-white stars. 
Though, still, they’d keep their secrets
like the "manner lords" of old. 
Their position is not justice
so it's why I warn and scold!

As a person is their way is; 
if you're mated to the dark? 
Your *secrets* are crass disrespect; 
it's you keeps humans "parked"!

Keep your faith untested,
Let tradition keep you shackled,
Let the future be a reason for your fear.

I open up my mind and heart,
Then quickly find my second start!
My way becomes a better kind of clear.

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Hypocrisy's Hopeful Oath

Hypocrisy's Hopeful Oath
by Alfred Lehmberg

I can understand the very real need for "something like" culture... ...something "along the lines" of religion. For Framework hopefully constructive. For Edifice perhaps efficacious. For Consistency possibly satisfying. For Prediction ideally satisfactory... For a Security, reader, preferably built upon that strength not provoking a resultant aggregate weakness in society...

I also understand the need to keep the latter out of the State's business and that there is individual peril to be presumed considering the former as an entity in any way capable of a personal relationship. Beware both! 

Each can turn on a dime, be involved in all corruption, and then ape the nastier predilections of their more evil officiates and cadre of carpetbagging codifiers, keeping the nine cents change as it sells the faithful servicing out for its own convenience, security, and comfort. Religion provokes, even rewards, individual expendability. Culture is not your friend.

Historically? There has always been more capacity for evil than the antithesis of same in either... when we regard the lurid long and suffering short of honest history. Self-honesty will be required.

"Lies in the fog," an apt description, doing good and evil. Too often though, as has been recounted ad-infinitim, it is as an opiate's brainless refrain, facile pipe dreams bereft of all worth and consequence... except to the faithless and grasping manipulator of corrupt culture and Religulous religion.

Consider its old codifying and instructional stories, additions, amplifications in literature, and those in oral tradition as constructively fleshed out by John Campbell, but then consider, too, the spins they've endured and by which they've been disgracefully ornamented... or hijacked for alternative utility. What's that?

That's like an old Pagan date, say December 25, repurposed as a birth for more current gods, though not making any sense at all given situational mechanics and reasonable logic. Beside the point, it doesn't have to (not its task), but how is it Christ and Osiris share near-identical personal biographies? 

Though, and more spot-on. Is it not plain that these ballyhooed "scriptures" are naught but obviate distortions from much earlier codifying and instructional stories, tales to be now alternatively lit for the use of self-interested convenience and clever if mendacious artifice?  Consider now, reader, the story of Cain and Able! 

This story celebrates Able!  This story excoriates Cain. I grew up on this story well inculcated upon hearing how Able was the default good guy, betrayed by his own, and evil, reader,  brother! ...But where was that "evil," really?

Alternative lighting points out, then, that the hates and the dissensions between the two are stoked up and altogether exacerbated by a psychotic God, the Father, in fairness... hard feelings that God's surely sparked up in Cain! Indeed, this is "a sparking" seeming unnecessary and unfair, to continue the fairness. I'm suspecting a nonsense and a wrong that we're taught! Celestial Shenanigans were afoot! Are we having it backward to suit manipulating psychopaths!? If we do, we're mocked anew as saps of those psychopathic manipulators, again!

Sincerely, maybe Able smirked and sneered, and Cain's, perforce, provoked! ...A frame-up, then; who was this Cain... and who else in a history of the disingenuous rates a re-thought write-up!

See, we're always beholden to the recorded words of the "money man." He's not always a good guy, to continue fairness! In fact, this writer's 71 years observes that that guy is SELDOM the good guy. So? We don't know what went on, really.  No clue! History is too often an abject mystery! We put our faith in faith and that just begs the contrary faithlessness, eh? Consider current evangelicals penchant for a demonstrably flawed TЯUMPCO and despair.

Maybe Cain had to work, you know...? the tedious shit-hauling-dawn-to-dusk stuff. Able, perhaps comparatively, frolicked in the forest and did *fun* things all freakin' day, comparatively. Maybe he wasn't pulling his weight. Able was hunter-gatherer old-school. Cain was herder-horticulturalist new school. It was God making requirement for "New School," at all?

Some might argue that the old must make way for the new... Anyway... one might begin to see abundantly fertile ground for a  manufactured dissension provoked betwixt the brothers provoked from on high, eh? A referee would thr
ow a flag, reader, and its penalty then imposed! Who is there to referee God, but us?

Also consider, God engineered the whole thing just to make a point, too. "He" did that a lot. Consider the twitchy conundrums of forbidden fruit posed by "God" to Adam and Eve, Abraham's too willing threat of homicide on Isaac, and the wholly well-chumped lot of a persecuted Lot. That was all about a bet essentially between equals. Like the Koch Brothers betting on the feelings of one of their workers making it all the way in from the parking lot before they find out they were let go in a lay-off. That's OK, too, our erstwhile "leadership" would have us believe.

Here's a wrinkle... did you ever hear that both Cain and Able had twin sisters... (?!) ...and the real reason, it's academically supposed, is that all the sturm and drang of the whole consternation echoing down through time... the strife... the misery... the indecision... was over who was going to be allowed to be boinking whom?  Now, there's some of that old-time religion in twitchy action, eh?

Chill. Before you start getting out your piqued boards, rusty hammers and scurvy little nails, otherwise lighting your torches and knocking the cow dung from your green-toothed pitchforks and equally green teeth (...some of you...?), read about Enlil and Enki of Sumerian yore from 8000 years, and beyond, into a turbid past's ineffable hoariness... brother Gods in sensate turmoil over creative differences. Yeah. 

Discover that a pompously human-hating Enlil triumphed in that seminal struggle between them and is presently worshiped as God the Father... while Enki, creator and friend of humanity, is reviled as the antithesis Satan, a master of capering imps in cast-down-into hell as Nephilim... ...and then tell me what conclusions you can come to, reader. 

Read the stories at the roots of "your" Johnny-come-lately eschatologies, terrific tales, surreal testaments, or anxious fables. Review what came and went before a Jewish, Christian, or Islamic heritage was even thought of! Primary references!

Become aware how your bowdlerized newcomer-upstart neo-spin *Christian* story (to include the Pentateuch or first five books of the Old Testament)... were tales told *first*, you know, in that time preceding all these (comparatively new-age!) religious ideas of Father Judaism, Son Christianity, and Grandson Islam, all late in our religious pantheon! Read how it's all mixed up with visitations of physical beings from other worlds, realities, or dominions—and UFOs... yea and verily. UFOs... UFOs, reader!

Read how things are not quite the way you've been taught they were... ...even from people contrived and manipulated into thinking they "meant well"... feeding you the mal-social pabulum... Feh! Yeah—feel good about your short-sheeting shorter change... ...this endured and ongoing disrespect to pony up that next tithe or tax to support another's lavish, even princely lifestyle... You think these Christo-neofascists now in jealous sway of society remotely respect you, reader? You are, along with myself, just grease for their fatuous and psychotic wheel. A grinding wheel, yea and verily!

...The last priest strangled with the last king's guts. Or we’re to remain, and irretrievably, nuts.

What obnoxiously fetid inculcations have been forced on the truth-seeking individual by errant spiritual fathers, their sociopathic sons, and their pathological grandsons? See, and this is key, the closer you get back to the inceptions of all these old stories? The less they were spun.

...Shunt quickly back to the "spun-up" present...

Here in Alabama, soon after the initial Bush #43 "coup" in 2000 I recall, we received (....every single mailing address statewide!) in the federal mail, a theatre production of the life of Christ... ...on VCR. WTF?

A way conservative estimate at $5.00 a tape (not counting using FEDERAL postal vehicles for NO POSTAGE paid! No postal franking at all!) means that, at minimum, 10 MILLION dollars... ...TEN MILLION DOLLARS... ...was money errantly *invested* in a superficial, nebulous, and instantly expended (...and so instantaneously lost ...)... prevarication of self-gratifying-short-term "feel good"... meaning and accomplishing for the individual, reader... bupkis, zilch, nada, or zip! Nothing for the societally abused folks at which it was aimed. Nothing, indeed, but the arrogant and unconstitutional mixtures of Church and State.  My outrage was palpable to an extreme!

...Who was it made the only profit? ...Trees are judged by the fruit produced, friends and neighbors, a "good Christian" shall not hesitate a moment to point that out to you...

For my part, I can only dream of ten million dollars invested at a conservative rate of 5% that would make 500 hundred thousand dollars a year available for an Alabama education system... say ...a system presently bouncing off the freaking bottom of the national education scale!

I’ve lived it, folks... it’s egregious. In Alabama, you see, we substitute only one canned and mythic religious icon for the existential individual's efficacy and quality of life. The effects reaped are truly horrifying, squalid, retarding, and sick... ...certainly for a tree-hugging liberal such as myself. 

In the same manner that we court disaster feeding meat protein to a herbivore, we (societally) sell a non-white person on a white person's God. There's a parallel!

I was a career soldier in combat and combat training, reader, expecting more out of the greatest nation on the planet than graft and ignominy. Individual education for the poor black kids of Barbor County (...most!) is atrocious at best. ...Think piles of shabby textbooks published in 1967 smelling of vomit and urine... a true story. Don't ever think that society is not resented by these disenfranchised, even as they are made less able to articulate it by that society.

...Plato wondered that perhaps the unexamined life was not worth living. John Amos Comenius was abundantly clear that untested faith is not only valueless but that it is also harmful. I'd add regressive. Destructive... ...insane!

...And me? I read those guys, while you ( know who you are!) ... You just scare the hell out'a me. 

You don’t read a book that might make you question your dodgy convictions... ... all the while holding jealous sway in a satellite-powered mainstream of conservative media giants, pathological corporate entities, all three houses of corrupted government, and setting the tone for all the remaining powerful institutions of society... institutions not controlled outright...

...STILL still have the blithe temerity, glib smirking "Christian," to whine that you're being "persecuted." Piss on you.  No, really!  Piss. On. You.

Yeah... sure! Keep grinding your stupid ax, but also expect me to keep challenging you to prove how sharp your bully ax really is, where you expect to employ that dim-bulb blade, and how much intrusive and controlling crap I’m going to take from you as you prosecute your self-involved and unethical back-stepping sociopathy, on me

You don’t get to dismiss and marginalize me... fundy swine... keep me from employment... persecute and punish me because I won’t validate your dodgy, convenient, untested, and hypocritical faith! No!

You offend me, sir and Madam, because you have arbitrarily disrespected and have continued to punitively disrespect me where I won't validate your psychotic sociopathy. "I would strike the sun if it offended me" righteously. That’s what I learned in school, eh? 

And it's what I'd teach! ...But... that was the problem, wasn't it...

Verily! Before the option's denied you! Put down your pitchforks, smother your stinky guttering torches, and open a different book. Give, and get respect... friend and neighbor ...or make an enemy of me and a growing population of disgruntled others who can finally be provoked enough to visit upon you what you are so willing to visit upon others... in the first place! 

Finally ...With regard to UFOs, consider. Focusing on them is a little like focusing exclusively on the Pope-mobile so you don't have to think about the leering and child-groping Pope found inside, eh? Don't make that focus. I suspect that it must be the UFOs, then, that are ancillary to what’s inside them...

The enigmatic *other* will have their conveyance, sure. We do. But, what about that *other*? Remember, it must be there! It must be there because "WE" are.

And! Does it believe fundamentally in the infant god of socially errant and pathological humankind?  We better hope not!

Restore John Ford. Then we can start to talk. Read on.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

God For Infants


"End time's detection
is what I've been hearing, 
and, frankly, I'm pissed at the tone... 
the ones to give it credence ... 
ones wearing smirk... 
Then, that ax they summarily hone.

See, I'm leery of those 
proud of faith they've not tested 
 those plainly damned by Comenius. 
He painted as worthless an untested faith; 
he said "[useless, inutile and valueless]." 

Diderot nailed it! He got it in one! 
he allowed that we'd always be "nuts"... 
...until such a time as the last King inline... 
...choked that last Priest 
with that King's steaming guts!


Metaphoric pretensions? 
I have intuition
regarding a child thought *bad*.
Believe it? It's true! 
You "predicted," obfused...
prophesy fulfilled—
it's contrived, but you're glad!
What's faith but abuse when conveniently used
and employed as a weapon, you see? 
Faith's not permission to doom by oppression,
precluding one's right to be free


contrived to foul congruence
as the child, is a child ... is a child
Remaining mistreatment, 
insured by malfeasance, 
provides for these "sullen" gone wild!

It was us, so inured
—in the throws of *conviction*— 
that we, too quick by half
would set our minds. 
It was us contrived dictation 
on the way that child suffers? 
It was us provoked this loss; 
the loss is ours we've come to find!

Your *Bible*?  
Mere shadow of all that's been told, 
all the words of it worms on a log. 
Your tale's recounted many times in the past
—Osiris and Hercules account the Christ story! 
When Christ comes along? 
He's corrupted by dogs!

Faith as applied? ...An inadequate drug 
when the slings of reality wound
Don't count on a brother, accuse your abuser, 
or work to improve the conditions construed! 

No, count on your *faith* 
to sustain you through ignorance
count on your *faith* for your canted insouciance
Count on a *faith* only good for the few
count on a *faith*... that diminishes you!

"A lie in the fog," I've heard it described 
"an opiate's brainless refrain." 
It celebrates Able 
then hates the dissensions... 
that God's surly sparked up in Cain!
I'm suspecting a nonsense 
and a wrong that we're taught! 
Are we having it backwards? 
It would seem we've been mocked!

Maybe Able smirked and sneered, 
and Cain's, perforce, provoked
...A frame-up, then; who was this Cain... 
...And, who's writ-up his re-think, but spoke!