Critical Prose & Poetic Commentary regarding UFOs and their astonishing ancillaries, consciousness & conspiracy, plus a proud sufferer of orthorexia nervosa since 2005!

Monday, August 15, 2022

~Current's Event~


~Current's Event~

by Alfred Lehmberg

  • Portentous pundits, propitiously self-placed, ponderously proclaim their pompous and impacted pretensions regarding the persistent para-unusual! Weeeee! Not entirely unlike myself, I'll allow and freely admit!  ...Part of my overall charm. Be on your guard for it! Ready?
  • See, back to the subject of all those "Ps"? These lately practice (...otherwise!) the very antithesis of what they'd seem to want to preach... or seem to be preaching, but only to luridly reveal themselves as hubristic cowards and smirking hypocrites on the subject of UFOs! No apologies here...
  •  They do this, reader, to blunt the thrust of a serious penetration into the genre, that genre which unavoidably IS, but blunted by the employment of a mechanism of its new duplicity—of that aforementioned thrust... by this new dodge... this new misdirection... this new duplicity ...all while proclaiming to be doing anything but, ...even to the most cowardly antithesis of thatreader, as was writ! To wit? It only begins at "UAP"!
  • Now—everything is on the table. This is understood. Too, even going "heavy-handed" into the discussion, I offer for explanation that I tire more and more, in the winter of my winter, of just pussy-footing around, eh? "Bull in a china shop" becomes increasingly more justified. We begin.
  • Considered are a desultory grab-bag of "others" in our history: Chrono-terrestrials, Dimensio-terrestrials, Intra-terrestrials, Extra-terrestrials, Crypto-terrestrials, Inter-terrestrials, Intel-terrestrials, Outré-terrestrials... jinns, affrites, and water-nixies... trolls, faeries, and grizzled gnomes... angels and demons: on and on into a veritable smorgasbord of fuzzy choices in an analysis of the... "speculative indistinctness," fore and aft, on a fractal (unendingly repetitious!paranormal line, regarding what the "other" could be... BUT, neatly masking or avoiding the dreaded concept that there has to be an "other" there, at all!  Of aggregate, as is pointed out again, we are cowards in this regard!
  • Cue the hopeful music...
  • There is, eh? Hope that is. Given seven strong categories of compelling evidence, how could there not be?

Drake's numbers show *they* are, and Fermi moved *they* will; 
that a plethora of evidence shows *they* have's a real thrill...

  • The increasingly accepted fractal reality empowering historic "smart money" makes it clear to one honest with one's self (!) that we're likely not the jewel in creation's crown, reader, perhaps not even the dullest knife in its drawer! Could our complacent ambivalence to this very reasonable supposition (of abounding "others" extant!) be fueled by the indisputable knowledge of ourselves... at our worst? We dread the more powerful *other* for that reason? Could they ...would they... be as bad as... we have been?
  • By way of example and on the subject of this "avoidance" (some might call it "denial") alluded to, it is similarly performed when some of these aforementioned "pundits" celebrate the term "UAP" and its replacement of the term "UFO."  The "UAP," revealed here as just another noise distracting from signal, and illustrates a case in point.
  • "Unidentified Aerial Phenomena," or its simulacrum,  replacing "Unidentified Flying Object" is, at root I suspect, only that aforementioned coward's concept... allowing—surreptitiously and fallaciously, reader—for some small but hoped-for human singularity in the vast universe... and "plausible deniability" of the ufological... in one "swell foop"!
  • It'd be nice, ya' know, to be alone in the unknown vastnesses of spacetime and surface area... just us and the gods we invent... no witnesses, in other words... nobody watchin'! Not.
  • Solid *objects* decidedly trump an ephemeral *Phenomena*, you see? ...Can't have that! No, "the word" does not fail us. We fail "the word."
  • Consider, a "UAP" is something that does not have to be physically there at all, in the first place, and if there, in the second? Well, it can be written off easily as "ball-lightning" and "sleep paralysis" with all the other birds, bursts, bolides, boosters, and balloons of an intellectual coward's cognitive dodge of the ufological! Hands washed! Cognitive dissonances all accounted for! All psychological adjustments made!
  • Now, a UFO, as an OBJECT, on the other hand, suggests something may actually be there (the *other*!), and that idea must be discarded, with its acronym, as intellectually *scary*... psychologically aberrant, and pathologically abhorrent, out of hand!  "There are no UFOs because there CAN'T be UFOs."  
  • Neatly tied, that.  Not.
  • As a sullen consequence of this strange cognitive dissonance just not allowing for more than just one kind of frog in a pretty vast pond? Well, these already mentioned pundits faux-propitiously proclaim only their strained hubris! In an unbrave scientistic (sic) wallow they become irrelevant, self-sustaining, and self-rationalizing reductionist paradigms enthralled by the closed-loop of their own reductionist insentience. They are busily, gleefully, and gladly prosecuting same... in abstruse extremis... to our dysfunction and defeat, right now! 
  • Moreover, many of these pundits, thereby, only seem to be about providing reasons to stop looking for an *other*... and get on with their business as usual: shallow scientistic (sic) sensibilities setting themselves up as the default arbiter of precepts and observations admittedly outside their scope or purview! Out-of-the-box precepts and obvious observations are ignored by science even in its own gleeful admission! Precepts and observations are denied the most cursory evaluation!  
  • WTF! There's more to existentialiality than spin, rate, and charge and we don't appreciate a symphony in the examination of its single notes. Indeed, the notes are meaningless, taken individually.
  • How is an institution of science even allowed this unscientific attitude, this abdication of its own imagination? See, scattering our attention on a plethora of contrived potential *others* can be used, reader, as a device facilitating an errantly forced admission, eventually, that the *other* must not exist at all, perhaps, where it remains unfound among possibilities we've iterated above, thus producing the opportunity for continued denial and even dismissal of same. I suspect this is the case.
  • Verily, after one eliminates the demons and angels... the gnomes, faeries, and trolls... the water-nixies, affrites, outré-terrestrials and jinns... in turn wades the sucking paranormal mire of Chrono-terrestrials, Dimensio-terrestrials, Intel-terrestrials, Intra-terrestrials, and inter-terrestrials... why... is there any investigative moxie remotely left for crypto-terrestrials and Extra-terrestrials? Does the reader see this Meme death by purposed diffusion?  There are no UFOs because there are no demons and angels... gnomes, faeries, and trolls...  water-nixies, affrites, outré-terrestrials, and jinns... Chrono-terrestrials, Dimensio-terrestrials, Intel-terrestrials, Intra-terrestrials, and Inter-terrestrials...  That's science?
  • I submit that this Meme diffusion is just a more current flavor of "klasskurtxianism," merely—every bit a misdirecting acquiescence to the "open-minded" side of the aisle (so to speak)—and a loss leader, reader... ...a pretense that the "end of ufological denial"—and other iterated cognitive dis-associations too assiduously prosecuted by these self-same pundits—are taken into account!  They are not.  They.  Are. Not!
  • No, these retreat to a niggard's institutional defilade if their heavens start to fall... and fall their "heavens" must. Our open-ended and efficacious future is pinned to it!
  • "Columbus" was a lie as we've established above. Still waffling on the existence of the *other* is a lie too, and resented just as much.
  • The *other* remains, whatever its provenancegenesisGnosis, or manifestation—or however these are argued and discarded and then claimed in argument again. This "other" is in no way obviated or dissolved with contrived and interpretive distractions of the hubristic regarding class-driven speculations on how it interprets its own existence in what is very naively and narrowly called—and with zero practical experience but unwarranted arrogance—the "real world." It exists, I suspect, apart from all that, a truth in a cowardly fog we continue to unbravely produce, ourselves.

Read on.

Tuesday, July 26, 2022

Saber Rattles

Forget those making *judgments*
From the centers of their webs...
Or those who praise the fates of some,
But others curse with Krebs.

Fairness is your issue?
...Insure a solid grounding?
...Think: how it's best to lay to rest
One's ignorance, confounding!

So, how to make a "judgment,"
And stay one step ahead?
Best — "judge ye not, lest ye be judged,"
And search real *skies*, instead.

  • Oh, fret not my friends and fellow loved ones... or even that coldly regarded antithesis of same, of needs held even closer! The outlining poetic explication above is well beyond this writer's present capability as a base human-bean (sic)... Though one aspires to it, as all should... anything else is heedless psychopathy! Social defecation in bed summarily pushed down with disrespected feet... Still, avoiding judgment toils patience.
  • No. It remains. I fear it appears that I must remain decidedly partisan and obnoxiously singular to the end of my days! It's in the Guild's bylaws. All this is possible, you understand when you have what a person like, say, Donald Trump, can never have. What's that? Enough, my friend, in the winter of your winter.  
  • All kidding aside, partisanship is indicated, after all, because there ARE partisans in what's taken, conventionally, for the "corporeal," eh? Assholes abound in this corporeal! Few agree and fewer of those for the acknowledged better reasons, amirite? 
  • A result of all this is that these aforementioned supportless partisans create their own opposition, (me!), at root... from the cloth they themselves provide! They  challenge me, inspire me, embolden me, but provoke me, to become targets for my cannons
  • Asked which came first, the "pelicanist" or the "Lehmberg," this person's honest take is that this race goes, and decidedly, to the pelicanist.  Such lack of imagination and courage displayed should not so flap or squawk, unrealized, unexamined, or uncriticized. One is reminded it's not just the skeptibunky, eh? A "politics" obtrudes in their ranks, verily, if uncalled for! Bleaugh!
  • ...With regard to the soon-to-be-alluded to "singularity, that to which we ALL drawn"? I only aspire to reflect that to which we are drawn, regardless!  I read we're not pushed to our destinations, at all, but pulled. No apologies.
  • First, hold on. If you're going to be offensive? Best be bland. Rest assured, I'll offend in turn, if only for that "balance" sought and that which is ever touted by one's duplicitous, hypocritical, and reflexively reductionist opposition.  It's difficult, one may understand, for a career soldier to turn another cheek. Lurid duels of now literary death must ensue, and sadly.  I'll endeavor; however, not to be the first to pull my saber. Spit in my face; however, and face, yourself, a fiercely unpleasant, if decidedly educational, inundation. I promise.
  • On sneers, frankly? A "sneer" just pisses me off... ...Like it was writ in stone that any of us had it together enough to portentously produce even one sneer, for any reason! Slytherin homocentric hubris slithers and squirms salaciously then loses its pride before the inevitable fall! 
  • A sneer is only ever regrettable, see? So, I'll resent sneers provoked from me by your garden variety and very fatuously sneering... ignorantly reductionist popinjay, entirely without constructive imagination, ironically, and not remotely conversant with that upon which they would—and so confidentlypronounce, even! This person sneers at the sneer, if not the sneerer.
  • People! A sad "merest-mote-of-consciousness-in-a-cyberspace-expanding-into-hyperspace-at-the-speed-of-light," myself... ...I'm an innocent like you might prove to be! I am also within that same cyberspace and beset by the same craven bastards as we "innocent" always are (sinners though we prove to be!)! LOL! That's why the rule of law is important... I digress.
  • ...Seriously though, my unabashed loose literary cannon of admitted small caliber is needlessly generated in that noisy sullenness of these sullen others, these pelicanists of Klasskurtxia. I'd rather be writing about inner and outer space! Remaining is an intuition of consistent and considerable conviction propelling an earnest initiative so as to engage this perceived outrage of sinning sneeriness so propulsively perceived! 
  • I must, of needs then, fire on that which offends my intelligence, my sense of rationality, my appreciation for justice... demeans my insistence on fairness, but that which precludes any sincere perseverance... perseverance that we aspire to a bigger box of grander potentialities and far more worthy "idea-fications" than are currently pursued! Again, no apologies.
  • The preceding is predicated by a future I rush forward to greet if accelerating uncontrollably towards it as I go... yes! Resistance is futile in this situation! Consider that singularity of the black hole, a similar attractant. Inexorable! Too? It's no tragedy when ego dies.
  • All you can do is put english on that inevitable "entry," english for the magically gleeful and productive approach to same... the right english, spiritual, technological, or ...otherwise? ...You pass through to, not "somewhere," according to our time's best "Imagineers," but something else at a different "level" of existentiality! Extra-dimensional! Para-cognitional!
  • Oh, and you must "sing" in the process, especially where fear looms, sing in any way you can; sing even if you must carry that tune in an f'n bucket!  It's the song, that song within you, a portrait of the energy put into the production of that song, you see, guiding the more honest and instructive interpretation of what one does see. You see? Sing! Such will be the way of the ufological curmudgeon and paranormal poet/warrior. The apology cupboard remains bare.
  • The alien other may be wholly unrecognizable. Grok that. That's on us, not it. No apologies here, either. Consider some Cropcircles
  • This writer will be writing, exploratively, on the issues of alienness, where apologies are only honest explanations... writing if the only one reading, regardless. What's writ still travels out in a lightspeed dance on a widening hoop of electromagnetic flight. A moving finger writing with a plethora's multitude of other moving fingers, the multiverse regarding itself... still singular for that... we digress, again. 
  • Hey, once a recipient of the, coveted by some, "Zorbie" award (...for importunate ufological angst production?), I won that august decoration, twice, with some small affection... ...tarnished by the contentious awarding, even! Now, I've a "tradition" and "reputation" to uphold. I've a smidgen of a mini-"mandate" and diminutive "popularity" to be appreciated. I've a minute *notoriety* to live up to, eh?
  • What others see before them I leave behind, in truth? Injection into the new hyperspace? I'm ready, girded even by the great barragrugous ZOT, brothers and sisters, so swing the hammer down! Excelsior!
  • Still, that bit of poesy above is a reminder that there are greater considerations than mere ceremony and tedious ritual... even traditions, reputations, mandates, and popularizations... lost relevances! These greater considerations are festooning the table for our, made fearful, ufological deliberations, eh? More of us would do well to remember that.  We're made fearful.  There's money in it for the top one percent... all know that on some level.
  • It remains, we've infant annums looming—and bigger fish to fry in them—even as we are distracted by bogus events and contrived occurrences, aberrant and abhorrent, reader, so compounding our unease and exacerbating our disquiet! Bogus and contrived?
  • Yes, I must report that I suspect many of these "aberrant and abhorrent" events—and other occurrences of frothing toxemia that is the 24-hour News Cycle—to be facilitated by devices diverting us, the wholly abused rank and file 99%, from the aforementioned greater considerations... Oh, and would that there be an outrage wrought for our prideful manipulator... but wait, eh?  No matter...
  • It remains. Pride does go before the fall.
  • In the coming years? This writer will, in his small way, attempt to insure just that! [g].
  • ...But seriously, back at the *restive* ranch... consider, reader: What is "it"... regarding our on-topic and timeless tradition of epic length: the UFO, the "other"... that "other" not *us* and sitting just at the perimeter of our limited perceptibility... ...through countless generations of recording human beings... ...and continues to teasingly interact with us, still? 
  • What indeed!?! What is more important than that... what could be more important than that ...when everything else only works to distract you from... that?  We're not alone. We're not alone! The probability of being alone is so close to zero it would be imperceptible... "zero" in virtual fact! The math is its own proving path. We exist, at all, so they must.
  • That there is *something* there is trammeled out by so many intellectual worthies—and this expanding number of same from multiple disciplines—it insults intelligence not to consider "it," anymore! Moreover, apart from the preceding is the cacophonous level of decibels heralding the fatuous caterwauling from an intransigent opposition, also validating the preceding, if inversely! ...Real irony there if an eye is peeled for it!
  • There is "there" there. Additionally, our intelligence is insulted.
  • Sneer at your peril. Apart from several hundred years of niggardly applied, malfeasance rewarding, and the unjustifiably canted religious arbitrationand these from a soulless collection of scientistic [sic] *insentieros*—arrogantly ignorant intellectual fanboys of stark reductionism without decency, accountability, or responsibilityyou, reader, are and have been, but a candle, out of doors, in what has been, to date, only an environment stirred by the gentlest of caressing and nurturing breezes!
  • Grok that, and cup your flame
  • We could be fierce torches in oxygenated air behind strong doors between stars... but we squander the window's opportunity of our dwindling planetary largess!
  • We are a stupid people doing stupid things stupidly, and we furiously prosecute that stupidity, even double down on it, in an evolving stupidity inspired by stupidity, with stupid words and equally stupid deeds... transcending mere stupidity to a new and more expansive quantum level of metastasizing *Stupidity*. We are as we do.
  • ...Pretty stupid.
  • ...And it ain't the "woos," bunky. Disabuse yourself of that fatuous notion.
  • "Woo-dom" only occurs as a reaction to the suspected betrayals of that "woo" rank and file by its official and learned authority! They don't pay off to the greater good, are not forthcoming with legitimate information, and we remain to fill that informational void... anyway we can!  "Take back the woo," as writer Regan Lee says! 
  • Curse who's responsible for belittling or invalidating an honest hatred of that ignorance when it's that person's cognitive "song and dance" not filling the informational bill... in the first place, which has provoked that hatred, at the start, in the second! Be damned, sincerely!
  • Culture is at fault. The fair-minded and progressive individual is without blame. Stand tall, reader. Enough for both of us, I will.
  • ...My suspicion—my intuition, my ideation, my anticipation, my presumption... beyond valueless "faith" and the personal fables of one's self-serving "hope"—is that an association with the aforementioned *other* I'm ever on about, can (get ready for the big reveal)...empower the individual to more intellectuality, physicality, and self-sufficiencymake you smarter, healthier, and more prosperous—happier and more satisfied I'm betting... ...which of course is the bane of a jealous culture officiated by the 1%: some few sociopaths, niggards in aspect and monsters in character... actually a fraction of a fraction of the remaining seven billion souls on this depleted sphere... with most of them seriously suffering in one form or another for the vacuous and degeneratively decadent pleasures of these few.
  • ...And you know what, reader? I bet you DO know! Ironically, that richly monstrous "fraction of a fraction" suffers, itself, still! How happy and satisfied can one ever be where there can never be enough providing that happiness and satisfaction?
  • Consider: just since the late sixties the rate of children born with autism has jumped from one in ten thousand... to 1 in 166, or so... so, a reduced quality of humanity in the quantity of humanity... ...and the poles are melting, too... 
  • What's on "Reality TV"? ...Anything good?
  • Throw dollars at that? ...Make a "scientific" (read, scientistic!) pronouncement? ...Kiss your pampered ass goodbye? Hello? [tap..tap..tap... is this thing on?]
  • Hot flash to the "movers and shakers" so informed: you better start movin' and shakin'. "Move" and "shake" your egalitarian sensibilities (read, asses!) lest you're dragged from your homes and offices and made to pay in blood for your scurrilous social betrayals! We'll likely do that anyway, but the quality of your righteous comeuppance shall not improve with age, I suspect. ...We could do SO much better.
  • ...Did you read to "here"? Excelsior! Read on.

"Shoot Them Down"! --
Quadrature --
Wendy's Song --
Rudiak Rides Again --
HyperSpace --
Taken --
Always Searching --
SkyLights --


Tuesday, July 05, 2022

Pyrrhic Gains

One will speak of the UAP
only with derision!

Pyrrhic Gains
by Alfred Lehmberg

UFOs... apart from one's concerns regarding our poor abused "snowflake Occam," misused and misappropriated actually—used by the hubristic and homocentric as a cowardly dodge... what is to be gained in their regard? That's the perspicacious question! The "smart money" question! 

What is there to be gained?  Gain of need? Gain of want? Gain of necessity? Gain of achievement? ...Gains even sourly secured of ill-purposed falsehoods by some grinning ghoul of a psychotic profiteer slouching off to Washington, as you read, to get elected?

Then, what can ever come of the self-serving lie? What good, anyway! This is without regard to how well that lie might be couched or "intentioned." A "well-intentioned" lie is that slippery slope on roads to hell paved with same (one has understood), still, even needfully navigated? Roads must be trod, of needs... for cause!

Though, seriously, how "well-intentioned " ...really... eh? It remains and is resolved: everyone does lie, every thing lies... is likely not what the reader thinks it is... only hopes it is... hell, the SKY lies! A fraction of a light second away the sky is a complete fiction! One won't even know the sun exploded for eight full minutes! Now, let's Re-consider the touted concerns of "National Security."

Don't tell this retired military officer about your National Security concerns, with his thanks! See, that weary rubric is so often troped by the aforementioned "fallacious abusers at the dinner table UFO debate" that the rest of us just look down at our lap napkins in offended embarrassment! 

For reference, this writer was a military aviation officer who held a top-secret security clearance a time or three in two decades of service ...so who performed in the rodeo and was able to procure the "T-shirt" AND the "ashtray"! National Security "concerns" are fine until they're used for mechanisms of "ass-covery" and their ambivalent official ƒüÇk€®ý, plus all the attendant bad ethics portrayed... if not all the deplorable morality showcased! Concerns?!

So. Who is it to watch the unwatched watcher?

Consider, in no particular order, Richard Dolan, who would demolish these "concerns" aforementioned in two volumes examining same, with a third volume upcoming, someday, one hopes. Other works from him are bells, whistles, and cake icing on the subject of one's calling a spade a spade, ufologically. 

Continuing, Robert Hastings makes erstwhile "concerns" irrelevant in a bulletproof study regarding UFOs and their decades-long interaction with nuclear missiles. This is all accessorized in a sober book and a saner documentary. Truth, told in a manner to be understood... and believable.

Verily, the late Stanton Friedman invalidates one's "concerns," still, in a succession of books, tapes, and DVDs outlining cited governmental duplicities, frauds, and conspiracies spanning decades. He was never bested in debate. More believable truth understandably told.

Frank Feschino eviscerates "concerns" in a timeline illustrating unending years of research and study, reader, citing an armed conflict—a one-sided hot war—between our military forces and UFOs actually lasting for a period of years during the 50s. We'll remember 1952's Summer of Saucers. Understandably told and believably documented truth, again.

...There have been other believable truths told, more "demolishments," "eviscerations," and "invalidations," et al: a select and well-known college of credible persons... we've known who these are...

...Even Einstein begged President Truman to stop the aforementioned shooting war in the '50s, is the lore, it is recalled. This was a sentient plea with others of note and station.

Lately? The United States—sold out to and betrayed by multiple fascist robber barons and their reptilian corporate interests—becomes a nation of unchallenged lies, lies luridly consummated with the skeevy ethics of "lying liars" slithering snake-like on those self-same slippery slopes aforementioned, even now. Truth, always difficult, becomes even harder to discern.

We digress, but there's an "Occupy Wall Street" movement, by way of tangential example, because "Wall Street" robbed the American "Bank," and in a manner actually much more egregious than "John Dillinger" or "Machine-gun Kelly"! See, "Wall Street" did it from the inside with the "blessing" and "encouragement" of half our political leadership! Ask UFO Golden-Ager Richard Hall about the human consequences of this full-blown Bank Robbery... oh, that's right, you can't! He died miserably and in reduced squalor as a result, early in the largely unpunished crime wave! Unpunished crimes are only practice for more fulsome criminalities!

Digression abided, consider that a lie will be found out eventually, and the "sucker," some man, woman, or child, will burn with resentment at the disrespect implied. The ufological lie is revealed, reader, and I do resent it! Cop to it, yourself, friends! 

To that end, the scientific secular must thoroughly trump the scriptural sectarian where there has ONLY been evidence of productive industry from that secular? The salvation of good? That's ours; we're the only ones to manifest it when it manifests! ...And the evil? That's ours, too. We CHOOSE one over the other. It's all on us. 

"The moving finger wrote and having writ, moved on." 

Truly, do you think a UFO *disclosure* is remotely avoided for the "good of the unempowered individual"? No, whatever "empowers" the rank and file "dis-empowers" the non-elected and a perpetual leadership by the psychopathic and well-monied 1%, it's observed, and that information is not disclosed.

Theirs is one way of looking at a societal solution, sure! A short view. A pathological view. The view without imagination, the one most reptilian, and the one most consummately psychopathic. Though, this view is actually more understandable given that the individual, remember, IS a powerful entity—and has always been—the spendable coin on which the whole of society, past, present, and future, is forged... 

This is from the guy swinging a pick to the girl etching a new microchip design... to persons doing the caustic antithesis of those things... forgetting all the personal harbors in between and apart from them, like you and me—just to scratch a densely packed surface! Humanity is infinitely varied! Our name is legion!

Only, one in a hundred of these (us), are persons able to remorselessly bleed someone else out for the laces in their shoes! These are entirely OK with their lucrative expenditure of you, reader. These will prosecute any mendacity, will tell any lie, and will pursue any dark, unethical and immoral advantage. Too? They are the officiators of your culture and control the mechanisms of your society. They ARE the one percent! Consider, one HAS to be a psychopath to be such a consummate shiznit wearing such an asshat... and not have to huff a bus pipe!!

Remaining individuals, consider, those of some empathy and compassion, left to their own devices and not overburdened by the psychopaths above, at best act individually to encourage and support other individuals for the benefit of the individual... benefiting themselves in the longer run, but actually empowering the affected team or group to greater synergies in the process! A broad brush, but paint sticks!

Example: intelligent societies subsidize, and with that same broad brush, their artists... because what is the artist but the cutting edge of creative individuality made real in the real world! Individuals orbit planets... Individuals soar and cleave the heavens, other individuals contrive how to put them there... individuals can employ and provide for the satisfactions of thousands. 

Individuals fly down close to the flame and singe their wings, but then they fly back to tell us what they saw... I aspire to same, unabashedly. I suspect more should... and be supported in their efforts to do so, too...

That's why a large, strong middle class is necessary for the success of a society. Strong individuals provide synergistically for a strong society the way stronger links contribute to a strengthened chain. The reader will notice that the middle class here in the States is on the wane... why? Don't blame chance or necessity, reader! That strong middle class is an entity contrary to the interests of the wholly psychopathic alluded to above! Too strong to be beaten outright, the middle class must be, and ignobly, bled to death!

If you do think ignorance of all this is bliss, reader? Really, I must disabuse you of that notion. The rent comes due, reader, eventuallyinevitably, and finally.

Culture, not remotely your friend, friend, does not deserve your reflex loyalty and should do much, much more to earn your grudging individual support... forget respect! Consider, a ufological disclosure likely benefits the individual, it is surmised, rewrites convenient class and gender rules, invalidates and makes irrelevant a corrupt status quo, topples tyrannical, illegitimate so abusive institutions, intimates efficacious technologies, and therefore empowers a super society of liberated individuals! Heaven was at hand remember?

Anything else is just a hapless and 2nd-rate "Brave New World" alpha/gamma corporate slavery algorithm injudiciously employed by the insulated, golden-parachuted, and hyper-privileged man! This "man" alluded to is imbued by chance and luck at birth, usually, to be short-sighted and incorrigible. ...Verily, the "one percent" hates even a rationally open "democratic socialism," reader, NOT, because they have to pay for it... no, but because it obviates them all together and makes them disappear like a conquered disease!

Musk turned out to be not so iffy...

How do I feel that the "all the above" is likely to be true? LOL! Why, because I can access a tree by the fruit it produces, reader! ...And I'll go to the posted period, offended, shocked, or shamed! There are, many times one discovers, joys beyond the shame, satisfactions beyond the shock, and fellowships, respected readers, beyond the offense.

Sincerely, I try to remember the one-time relevant information was kept out of our common knowledge, or that the aforementioned ignorance served a rank and file humanity in any way. Perhaps the reader will have better luck. 

Don't insult yourself with misdirecting and immaterial non-disclosures on atomic weapons or infectious diseases. The reader knows what I mean. Consider, "a cure for cancer exists," n'est ce pas? The three hundred mile-a-gallon carburetor, or its simulacra, exists! Cold fusion exists! Broadcast power exists! One can just go on and on... we could inhabit the asteroid belt like a glittering bracelet around our star, Sol, but we prefer to light our fossil flatulence! Choice!

So discounting "societal information denial" and those cover-ups driven because interests between the one and the 99% are identically motivated, one's desire for personal autonomy... though, not like the aforementioned nuclear proliferation and infectious disease control, examples mentioned earlier, come up with one example of efficacious untruth perpetrated on the masses... seriously, come up with just one so we can see how easily your example can be turned around to bite you on your own conscienceless and hubristic ass. 

...Heh—and I'm the one smeared for a credulous believer... "your (our) best interests are taken to heart." Riiiiiiiight... Only when that suits the catbird.

We're at the whim of slavering multi-national billionaires at home and abroad who are irresponsible and unrelentingly unaccountable, but who are turning back the clock and fulminating the new colorfast Christo-fascist autocracy. Such is the suspected so.

Sincerely... much better searching the skies for "next level" UFOs than speculating whether Bill Clinton has an identifying wart on his penis, eh?

...Or was that Michael Jackson...? ...And why must I endure these warty contemplations at all with so many persons already enduring a real hell on Earth... apart from the ones imposed on MJ and BC, eh, and all of it a result of their unrelenting embrace of "stupid"? ...And at the behest of the worst persons on the planet, too! Not answers, reader. No. We want the right questions! Better questions! There are answers already there but to be faced

So, the "gains" aforementioned? How about the smallest self-respect and some freedom from unreasoned fear? Would a little honest self-validation and actualization as a conscious and self-aware being be in order? How about a reward for efforts expended or a little respite from unnecessary trials and unneeded travails on life's uneasy path... Sure, a "free ride" serves no one, but why does anyone have to be but one disaster from living under a bridge, especially when they've likely been sold a bill of grifted goods to be where they are? Consider student loans.

Heaven was at hand, remember? ...And it is! Just choice is required where we come to realize that we are our own salvation and always have been... that is, when the sentient secular is realized as entirely sensical and the insensible sectarian is recognized as certifiably insane where the former is the aspiration and the latter becomes obvious! 

Religion may be fine as a mechanism employed by which to conceive of an inconceivable, the unknowable, and the inarticulable "spiritual," but honest history clearly shows that it's a poor steward to our efficacious individuality when it's mixed disastrously in the affairs of a State otherwise aspiring to fairness and justice. Cleary, it has traditionally encouraged our "humankind" to not accept responsibility for its own senseless behaviors but to just push them off on the wills of cruel Gods perhaps expressly manufactured by that same humanity for that very purpose

Finally, the sicker society seems to be a male construct serving the self-serving whims of its failing patriarchy, ironically, subsequent planet death, and then a return to dark ages with little hope of crawling out of the hole we've dug for ourselves. Not God's punishment, so much, but as a consequence of our own complacency. On us. Truly, humanity is only at its best when things are at their worst.

...But cheery stuff, eh? The realization of all this may be one of those gains aforementioned. We can choose more wisely. We can eschew our "stupid." Choice!

Gylany, right?! Learn it. Know it. Live it. Love it!

Wednesday, June 15, 2022

Abused By Culture

I once was "Columbus" when I was a kid. 
The third grade—a school play. 
I "sailed the blue" 
to "claim" our New Shores! 
I was "heroic." 
Verily, I saved the day!
...All the kids were in cute costumes... 
to perpetuate the lying**
... Parent's "oooos" and "aaaaahs" 
just filled the room; 
...we rather should be crying.
So it's repeated, 
the myth inculcated... 
too, even at this time
Classrooms still proliferate
teach egregious... hateful lies.
"Well, you gotta teach ‘em something," 
...As to that, I must agree. 
"...And we have to keep it 'positive'..." 
...Now, there's revealed disease!
Anything that’s "covered up..." 
is an unclean wound, effuse. 
From UFOs to CRT! 
Call it: "cultural abuse"!
Lie to kids? 
You make them hate you! 
Lie to kids? 
You make them soft
...Lie to kids, 
and they’ll desert you, 
shine you on, 
and flip you off!*
An "AlienView" 
groks Columbus more clearly, 
encumbered by the old-Party Line.  
See, Columbus, informed
KNEW the world was round... 
as smart money thought 
at the time!**  
...But how did he employ it?   
How'd he make that work for him?  
...And know he took the low road, friend!  
He was egregious, psychoticgrim.
Wealth and Power: 
the cruelest of drivers! 
Christ: to OK the "obtuse"
There was no "near mutiny enroute"! 
Columbus employed some "horrific abuse"!**  
"Rape" will not describe it, 
falling well short of the mark.  
"Pillage" won't approach it, 
Apocalypse! Vicious and stark!
...See, know the facts, and witness horror 
with the nose hacked from the face 
of a child morally superior 
to her conquering barbarian race... 
Slavery and torture and genocide
Raping and pillage and plunder
Blood was the coinage that Chris was about! 
...And his "cover-up" hulls us asunder!
Know: Chris handed Natives the bill of a hawk!  
He said, "Fill this up with gold."  
"I'll fill my ships with your largess... 
...With your flesh, I’ll pack my hold"!**
"...And do just what I tell you... 
...find me gold... imp! Best Submit
...Yes, do it if it kills you! 
...Or chance your child for it!"
Columbus was a monster!  
Don’t say it was the "times"!  
The "Watchers" have recorded it!  
It's in Chris's hand, not mine**!
...Too, don’t believe it for a second—
"that he died alone, and broke." 
He died a "one-percenter," friend.** 
The myth's our tragic joke.

This is why we've NOT nice things!
Why aliens don't land!
...Not honest with our own damned selves!
Self-betrayal! Understand? 
*The observation of this trained, certified, and experienced educator, career military officer, and decorated veteran...

**Bobby Rowe, Ph.D. Anthropology... confirmed also by the very googleable Drs. James W. Loewen and Michael Parenti...


"Shoot Them Down"! --
Quadrature --
Wendy's Song --
Rudiak Rides Again --
HyperSpace --
Taken --
Always Searching --
SkyLights --

Tuesday, May 24, 2022

I'm taking "WOKE" back!

It's offered one must,
of needs and for cause, actually.

I'm taking "WOKE" back!

by Alfred Lehmberg

[Woke is right-winger kryptonite! 
It's why they hate it!]

Woke? Let’s take “woke” back, eh? See, plain is that, in considered moderation, employed respectfully in thoughtfulness... and not used disingenuously for short-gain political points? It’s a great concept and a worthy initiative. Then, it is an initiative unfairly and suspiciously maligned. Suspiciously maligned even as it is efficacy already demonstrated as old many thousands of years ago.

See, in a world where a current "political correctness" BEGAN as a sane sociological reflection on the state of our societies and the real-time evolution of desired efficacies in those societies and between those societies… I'm already losing you...

Long story short, a new conjecture (but not so new, actually!) was outlined for the facilitation of those aforementioned efficacies! Shortly, what might it be like for our aggregate society if we didn’t immediately express as pricks (read, anxious portraits of what passes for your reflexively insensitive and uninformed, so dick-moving a-hole,) that first round fired, to others encountered! 

No. We ASPIRED to be persons, instead, who took a moment to consider another’s validated sensibilities before acting out with our usual nasty, and heretofore likely unsupported, behavioral toxicity... 

Revealed, then! Political Correctness! Not a cudgel, not a smear, not a cancelation, not an insult dismissive in intent and missing the point by the obligatory parsec, anyway (this writer bets purposely so!). 

No. Rather a suggested tool for a better, more productive, and more satisfying way of living where stuff is real and it's “100%” most of the f'n time!

Now, we regard this new word, “Woke.” It takes inordinate heat. It takes inordinate heat because black people conceived of it... one is compelled by the concept to consider personal responsibilities and liabilities with one's suggested new conscience regarded and considered. Liability is a hard sell, and sometimes a person's rage is equivalent to how spot on the unflattering criticisms of their self-serving motivations, are.

Woke. Unpack needlessly clenched hams. The reader is guilty only where they feel entirely guiltless.

Woke. One would presume “awake,” and not “asleep.” Conscious as opposed to unconscious. With-it, un-pedestrian. Hip, and not regressively square. Complete. Self-actualized. Arrived. The ordinary aspiration to those things. Mazlo, a true seminal psychologist went on and on about the mindset of wokeness, it is proposed.  "There," with there, there, eh? Not searching for answers before facing the ones already extant, follow? One supportive level is created before the other, of supportive needs. Such is so.

Sure, it can go bad. Sometimes? Sometimes, it’s taken there.

“Woke” had its provenance, see, as an intelligently empathetic initiative considering a metacognition’s (or, thinking about thinking's!) positive effect on expressed behavior and its regarded overview on base “consciousness” attendant to all this before us as a "social efficacy amplifier," OK? We refine our social calculus to reduce psychotic slings and arrows employed unjustifiably by persons "unaccountable," enjoying their psychosis!

…This hopes for the awakening of one’s now profoundly re-considered “conscience” (see the woke?) aspiring to a new “conscientiousness,” easier social satisfactions, and that these now possible efficacious freedoms could be achieved, right now? Think of it! Freedom from FEAR, fear and loathing!

An aspiration to be one's better self. Doing as would be done! How are these not constructive initiatives? How are these, even, not true Christian initiatives?! See what I mean about “not so new? “Doing unto others as one would be done by” is OLD, reader, and transcends Christianity by many thousands of years—was, in fact, just another of Christianity’s unadmitted appropriations.

“Political correctness” and “woke.” These are just two irrighteously disrespected concepts (actually just one when you think about it!) we regard on the way to an evaluation of the current practice of taking related concepts, those “perhaps only flawed,” and then those “full-on and fulsomely FUBAR,” but regarding them as alike, equivalent, and equal. Both-sides! Pfffft!

"Extremes" are to blame, always? “Whatever” one finds on the extreme “right,” howsoever egregious, must also exist on the left? Blame is equally shared? The center is the only sensible place to be [you know, like it's possible to be on both sides of the Edmund Pettus Bridge!]? Verily, this will only be the reality in some adjacent spacetime dimension where Jeffery Dahmer is roughly equivalent to Wolfgang Puck and they are treated precisely the same! Politically equal.

That’s our corporate media primarily interested in selling ad-space for soap, dicey pharms, and boner pills… and so, one sees, more interested in keeping the consumer watching than reporting nuanced, elevating, and informing (read, perhaps even boring!) news. Such has been so.

Nope-nope-nope-nope… nope! We shall not "both sides" the issue and equivocate "merely flawed" with "full-on FUBAR" ...futilely aspire to some bull-shiznit "balance" which has only ever been taken for weakness by the side funded and otherwise facilitated by the worst persons on the planet, anyway... persons ever only ushering a horrible new oligarchic fascism and institutional crime into our day to day! Those guys! Yeah, I’ll see your too well-maligned George Soros and raise you an evil Theil, a dastardly DeVos, a four-letter Koch, and a scurvy Mercer!

So, recaptured now as a positive appellation aspired to by the conscious? Woke! Verily, better “woke” than hopelessly and even tragically “wonked,” or: hyper-religious & anti-science, inclusive America hating & unblinkingly hypocritical, sexually bigoted & horrifically racist, but embracing the fascist autocratic for the death of the rule of balanced law, law ruled to be the same for everyone!

…Not being played out very much currently when we recall that Susan McDougal of "Whitewater" fame did a tedious eighteen months behind bars for ignoring a subpoena—du jour behavior of the GOP elite… facilitated by hypocrites and Republicans (if repeating myself!) in THEIR bona fide witch hunts and dead horse abuse, to get the Clintons. That failed, too.

Consider, of the two? The perspicacious person would sooner be "woke" than "wonked." Woke is an aspiration to sentience, elevation, ascendency, and true enlightenment! True happiness, fulfilled and satisfied. Wonked is wallowing in one's own cognitive deconstructive filth, religions of hate, and needless fear. 

It’s a choice. One can defecate in bed like Amber and just push it down with their disrespected feet, or be, instead, the enlightened America most of us would more constructively and sentiently have. Again, a choice. Choice, always. Always a choice.

Woke is right-winger kryptonite! It's why they hate it!

Sunday, May 08, 2022

...Something Better Than Bitter...

...That chance to touch the beautiful—
perhaps brush it with your lips... 
it's the august of all passions— 
sheer agape all would wish. 
That one might even kiss it—
though it's "reach" beyond one's "grasp"—
instills in us some hope perceived, 
discounting protests gasped!
...See, then I'm less than bitter! 
Song leavens stony hearts... 
Still, you can PROVOKE me, friend, 
and I'll take you quite apart! 
...And YES, I will be charmless 
when I eat your smirking face; 
as I see it you’re the problem, 
frankly ... a discredit to our race!
That'd be the human race,
that single race extant...
The race we call humanity.
That race of us existent...
Still...you make it hard to love you 
where your ethics are despised, 
where hypocrites, abounding, 
thumping "bibles"—ooze and slide!  
Where psychopaths among you 
teach the least of us their fear 
and then cobble legislation—
they've contrived—as profiteers.
...Too, I wouldn't change a "wit" nor "hair" 
you'd gladly change on me. 
I'd not restrict your freedoms 
judging what you would, or be.  
...But, you take that as your license 
to impose your toxic will, 
assassinate intelligence—
just impose psychotic filth!
Defending to a sullen death 
your right to be a fink, 
it's when I'm made against "the law," 
you'd try that tack, I think. 
Then everything is YOUR way—
with "Jesus" in our schools. 
The schools transmute to prisons, 
and we live the *golden* rule. 
And not that smarmy bromide re: 
the "doing unto others", 
but it's "he who has the gold who rules," 
is where you are, I'd gather.
... But for chance to touch the beauty 
I'd be blinded by her light; 
Her's just might be the face of God! 
I suspect this is our right
...And blowing off "you can't do that
from persons tacking right—
they prosecute their bitterness—
I'll pay that price... alright?
For, light there is aplenty 
when we see who burns with shame—
when we cop to the perception 
who must lose so they can gain. 
And the LIES to keep it going 
so that we won't see the truth: 
that jealous lords contrive stern rules, 
but remain from them, aloof!
There's more than Clinton's penis 
to the fabric of our lives. 
There is more that could engage us, 
and there's less we should despise!
The skies are filled with "glowing lights"! 
They travel inner space! 
Some just might be people, 
but their provenance—what's their place? 
It just may be they're not from here
but we don't look—they disappear
made ashamed to ask good questions, 
so ridiculed, we make "retractions":
"No one's going to laugh at me"! 
Unlike John Ford? You would be "free"...
And that's the secret: lacking courage
Right or wrong protecting coinage; 
like, dumping on those far from here 
your toxic wastes... without a tear!
Resent it when you're finally told? 
The message is then killed/controlled
All your shame is drained from you 
and splashed on those who cannot choose!
The market losing chunks of value? 
Lost some savings, can't eat cashews? 
Someone has it, rest assured, 
it's stolen "fair and square," I've heard!
The market "burps" and loses "value"? 
Someone wins... they've sold YOU out, though...
A "secret service" selling crack... 
to school kids yet without the knack 
for knowing when they're sacrificed... 
on Corporate alters... "price is right"!
...Yeah, Ollie North could lie straight-faced 
and earn my rage—profound distaste—
that, welling up with righteous bile—
the thousands that he harmed, defiled—
he gave the 'right' their ammunition, 
"welfare cheats" the admonition. 
"Let them all decay—attrition!" 
...Would that I could force contrition!!

Yet, I will be touching beauty... 
I've discovered in the fight! 
I revel in revealing what 
some truth shows with its light!
...And as bitter as I'm made to feel 
or as angry as I get, 
I'm happy that I'm blessed to find 
what's real precludes all threat!  
So you can call me "woo-woo" 
and pretend I need a net; 
I'm not the one who's lying 
to himself, friend; you can bet!
I'm not the one regressing 
to the dankness of my cave
I'm not the one with unshod feet, 
mere chattel, or a slave...
I'm not the one with bigotries... 
happy others keep their knees... 
so I can pray to concrete gods 
who do my bidding, on my nod?
No! I'm the one who's had enough! 
I'll spit right in your eye
Most send me their protection, friend; 
I soar... or glide... but fly
You rasp I have no humor, 
or that bitterness derides 
whatever makes my message 
give you lesions, welts, or hives!
No, some read my songs for pleasure, 
some say they sing of love. 
Some say they are inspired 
by example, churlish one!
Some say that I have courage, 
that I write the way "it is"—
Like Robert Crumb (cartoonist?), 
but I "draw" where words don't miss.
Most say that they laugh with me—
blowing good beer through their nose—
some touch and share their own songs 
or their haiku or their prose. 
One said he hopes his kid grows up 
to hear my kind of sound—
so, dismissed as paranoiac? 
That dog won't hunt, I've found.

...Restore John Ford!

Grok In Fullness


Errol Bruce-Knapp, of UFO UpDates, Strange Days — Indeed, the Virtually Strange Network... ...and the coiner of the expression &qu...