Sunday, July 25, 2010

...The Real Madness...



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Rhyming still, I try, directing spittle in the eye, of these whom I decry as sans a conscience. I project myself to them via meter writ in trim... ...to sneer, in fact, at him with that assemblance...

See ...I'm a *wacko* like John Ford. Can I safely be ignored? A meager poet —aren't you bored— at "white-boy" rapping? But this rhythm you might hear could have you crying in your beer — and not so far from here; I see it happening!

Is our future writ in stone? Could we go it all alone, and can we all condone our common sadness? Think of Aztecs looking east, "...A bearded savior? Start the feast!", but surprise! Psychotic Christians flogging madness!

We hear of Ford the "Gun Nut"—advised he's got a 'wide butt', and how he hangs with *scuts* and "wacko losers." But he finished up at College, and he used his master's knowledge... ...to complicate the "business" of abusers!

That's what I would plan to do, our Constitution through and through — you'd remove it from my view? You scabrous flunky! The stuff that you comport wouldn't stand in any court!  Though you call yourself a *sport*? Your shtick is funky.

You write what you think sells, and the fair play goes to hell; you've got yours so *it's* just swell; you're so revolting. But you're the one to go down first, you're the first to feel thirst, you're the first to court despair beyond consoling.

Retired from the courts —John's a cop of sorts— Republican in quarts, and mourning justice? Hell, he sounds just like my dad, and it kind of makes me mad, yes, more than merely sad at this injustice."

See, it seems they call him crazy 'cause he's not the least bit lazy on the subject of those hazy "UFOs."  Yes, he thinks that some touch down; he thinks they're underground; at denial of these "facts" he thumbs his nose.

Well, the Suffolk county boys should gather up their bully toys — and make a similar noise to label me. I've similar beliefs, and know there's no relief, as the 'man', that slick-mouthed thief, destroys our freedoms.

Yes — I am made of sterner stuff and I have had, now, quite enough... and I rise, a little rough and piqued by rage. Unrepentant, I decry the system's mixing truth and lies so the former is denied... the latter praised!



Think about it! Have the Suffolk county boys established the beginnings of legal precedent for a contention regarding a "flying saucer incarceration"? Believe in flying saucers, friend, and be unfit to stand trial, — be thrust apart from the "protection" of law and its "due process"?  That's one nasty legal precedent.
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Where did John Ford get the "radium"?  Was it "radium" of a minute quantity to calibrate recent radiation detectors Ford had recently procured for his research?
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Conspiracy recorded on audio tape?  Even presuming the actuality of such a conversation between the men, what if Ford— "lik[ing] to talk about what he would do to [even imagined enemies?]", and not KNOWING about perhaps PLANTED "radium" in his pickup...—...what if he was encouraged, by the police employed 'wire', to fantasize about same in the manner similar to the way you could with me, reader, if you told me I could press a little red button in your outstretched palm and watch Pat Robertson's porcine head explode on network television?!  Even now I scramble for that button in my mind [sardonic grin]!
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Let's explore that a little.  How much concern am I to have for the prerogatives and sensibilities of a man who would gloat heartily at his "Lord's justice being done," as I was beaten to death by members of his cack-witted crowd for not validating the God he makes in his own image... to do his bidding—prosecute his loathsome, regressive, woman hating, and freedom destroying bidding.
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  ...Or perhaps it is not acceptable for me to make such an expression of outrage and loathing even when our lovely Doctor Robertson makes every indication that I should be *dispatched*, as I point out above, in even crueler fashions for failing to validate his pestilent faith with my respect... ...and on national television, too! That I should have to die ignobly to feed the "God" of HIS imagination and interpretation … or yours, reader — even mine, but especially Suffolk County's!
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John Ford suffers a similar bigotry prosecuted by what turned out to be REAL, read convicted in turn, criminals, not just willing ones like Robertson!  Is not that the REAL madness!
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Restore John Ford!
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Sunday, July 04, 2010

...Who Starts The Fire...



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With apology to Billy Joel…
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Flying saucers, small grey men — folks abducted ... not pretend. Saucer duels? Ford's not free, Mitchell, Hall, and Sitchin — see? Maytag washers, life on Mars, baby ET's plastic jars. Stanton Friedman, Jacques Vallee — only guessing on their knees...

We didn't start the fire;
it was always burning and we're never learning...
We didn't start the fire;
it was always burning and we're never learning...

Message traffic disappears; end time talk is full and near; comets fly across our skies and take those persons living lies. Johnny Ford is painted nuts. Still, we're mute; we've got no guts. Watch and all reports come in; saucers fly for sure, my friend!

We didn't start the fire;
we're never learning so we're keeping it burning ...
We didn't start the fire;
we're never learning so we're keeping it burning ...

CIA gives self-reports, laughing up my sleeve, I snort. Agents give kids drugs to sell. I wish these Agents fulsome hells. Uni-bombers and McVeigh, sure and they have hell to pay — but we're not hearing all the facts, just the *phacts* to stay the "track"!

We didn't start the fire,
and the fire's still burning... because we're not learning.
We didn't start the fire,
and the fire's still burning... because we're not learning.

Laying gutted, breached, and gored... on the knives of landed lords, in a cell that you'd deplore, lies the frame of Johnny Ford. Lost and most alone is he, he who worked to set us free (?); soon it is they'll come for YOU! What will, then, you think to do?

We didn't start the fire,
but it's churning burning's confusing our learning.
We didn't start the fire,
but it's churning burning's confusing our learning.

Heard it first on old Art Bell, deformed frogs, and cells from hell. Corporate madness gives offence, Suffolk County's made no sense... Hoaxes, frauds, and misdirection coming to an intersection, bearing down like there's no blessing! Here it comes! It's most distressing!

We didn't start the fire, but, still, it is burning...
...and still we're not learning.
We didn't start the fire, but, still, it is burning...
...and still we're not learning.
Stanton Friedman, one whom I respect, observed to me that our government might need to have some secrets. A Republic (he says, though I would argue oligarchy), requiring immunity from the *lone crazy* an accommodating democracy "suffers," needs to keep secrets from its enemies.

I can only offer that our now too often un-elected, and so then unconstitutional government —a government warned against by many notable Americans from Abraham Lincoln through Dwight Eisenhower to Edgar Mitchell— has so far and away abused that prerogative that the original reasons requiring that secrecy is straining relevancy! 

See? They've abused their relevance where they gladly betray their sworn charter to protect and serve the Constitution, and by extension, us!  Secrecy must presume that it NOT be practiced only where the greedy needs of the few are facilitated.

It's that bad.

It's a corporate driven government and a private wheel of shadows making more wheeling shadows, confirms Richard Dolan!  This puts the weaves of our social systems, he points out, at risk! Moreover, it's plainly NOT the persons who are ground up in corporate wheels making the shadows — they only endure them even as they believe they are served by them!  These are the persons poisoned, disabled, or killed outright at Area 51— ...or walled away like our own John Ford. The wheel grinds its way to you and I, good reader. Search your heart.

It is an unjust wheel, I'll wager confidently. It is a wheel we would not remotely energize if we knew what was required to keep its psychopathic roll.  A soul is legal tender in this contract with reptiles to power dehumanizing wheels facilitating the ongoing death of the aforementioned Republic.

To wit: A meltdown of the current system in its present form is abundantly forecast and probably inevitable. It is unfortunate that the reptilian minority most "inconvenienced," if largely unaffected by this meltdown I add, has to make it so tough on the majority... that is the rest of us!

Why not a controlled melt-down now in a time of relative prosperity when we have the extra wealth to weather the possible storm — grease for the dry socket that is not really required by the approaching future bearing down upon us like a train... Do it now coming out of this current disaster — in a year the dust will have settled a little and we will all be on much firmer ground.

We'll be READY for the next winter! Think of it fellow motes! We could be ready for far more than a mere winter!

Consider! We enter a time when we become more and more afraid of our government when the only government that remotely works is the government that is contrarily afraid of its people! We must have firmer ground with regard to our government, you and I, as regards a very necessary informed consent; it's the only place one can find any real and lasting satisfaction.  It is a place of bi-directional cultural respect bridging gaps between classes —a conduit between the left and right halves of Bell curves— and the only place we should be compelled to stand.  Mammalian institutions are preferred to reptillian ones for obvious reasons.  Lizard's institutions are not evolved and non-evolving.  These would de-evolve.

Restore John Ford.