True, some are glib liars and working their audience.. Then, some are mistaken in errant accustomance. Some are insane, or afflicted by curse... ...but some tell the truth ... for better or worse!
First? A pox on you liars—hope you're damned to perdition… hope you fry in some hell as a well earned contrition… hope you're found out, disgraced—run out on a rail, with bruises on your face, and tar and feathers on your tail!
...Those just mistaken? Don't feel like losers! Read some books, take some notes, then eschew your abuser! Look for your "proof" on each side of struggle... decide for yourself. It's more fun if more trouble.
...Those of you crazy feel lost and alone? Your torment is real, and it goes to the bone. I don't judge you or hate you, even label you hazy, enigma may drive you and make you... well, crazy.
...You're telling a truth? You're the bravest of all! Your Alien View has compelled your tough call! At the risk of disgrace, and in spite of the penalty, you stand, take a breath, and engage this anomaly!
Now me, all I see are some lights "on the fly." Inconclusive, but strange, they are in the night sky! I've studied the "footage", and I've read the "accounts!" The enigma is rampant; It gushes from founts!
Conspiracy LIVES! It is not in my mind. The *news* is a joke! If we looked, WE WOULD FIND! But, the man holds his purse in his covetous fingers, and the *news* is his stooge, so our ignorance lingers.
So, those of you laughing, you're wasting your time; you've nothing to add and commiting a crime. Moreover, incurious, it's you being crass! You're lacking real courage, your head's in your ass! It's you lacking bravery to open your eyes, pay a freight—take a stand. You are truly despised.
Witness their terror and elation, and be, yourself, terrified and elated smirking klasskurtxians, whiney reductionists, and reflex skeptibunkies! When the coffee's perked through and it's time to throw the grounds on the compost heap? It is just as Michael Lindemann said to me in conversation once, helping to fuel my continuing epiphany, as it pertains to the paranormal.
"Most of it's fake," he said, "...but some of it—is not..."!
So, allow me to reiterate: A pox on you liars—hope you're damned to perdition … hope you fry in some hell as a well earned condition … hope you're found out, disgraced—run out on a rail, with bruises on your face, and tar and feathers on your tail!
A liar? ...Anybody who *knows* better... and then uses that knowledge against you out of mendaciousness. That type...
This kind of person would make you pay, reader, were it you behaving as such! ...Make you pay as this errant hubrist grinned and sported his righteous smirk. Bastard.
Moreover? ...Because you are the superior person... ...with more empathy and ethics in a nail paring than your *abuser* possesses in the whole of his body or finest institution? ...You'll STILL treat *him* —whatever you do— better than *he* would have ever treated YOU. You know THAT to be true, don't you...
...Heat your tar, fellow pilgrims, and bust open a few goose down pillows...