Sunday, February 13, 2011

...Pride Contrived...



Whither MUFON?
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How can they get all hard-nosed and act like they've the plan? They pretend their circumspection; their pretence is they've command.  See, "understanding" is forthcomingness, progression to a goal.  MUFON spews mendaciousness, and that's the way they've rolled.

These propound a faith on models; they're a tricky paradigm — and lord help those who won't buy in. These prescribe you'd lost your mind!  You're cast upon the waters, you're pushed out on a floe for questioning direction and the way things "ought to go."

Too, forget about due process and accusers ever faced!  Forget about an audit path of which there is no trace.  Forget about collegiates who'd aspire greater goals than that business which is usual with the data down black holes!

I care not for their "fence side, Sir"! These make the errant struggle!  They'll be damned as they're elitest! When I can I'll pop their bubble!

I despise this! I abhor this! They have sold us out for peanuts! Where they suckle teats of privilege? They confirm their lack of genius!

These live contrived and pleasant lies; they're safe behind their walls; they're owning their own lawyers, so they're knowing all the *stalls*. If things get hot, they're slick as snot ... they've *dirty tricks* brigades! You can count on their discretion ... just as long as they are paid?

You can *shut away* what scares you, 'til your eyes shan't see what's there! You can have a little *drinkie*, and pretend that you're not scared! You can roll in squalid flesh piles if that rings your tiny bell. You can run from all your nightmares, *pray* to gods providing hell...

...Why, if it's not your precious *property*, or a *fair-won* trophy wife? Then it really shan't concern you. It can't freshen up your life. It won't fatten your account. It won't land you on your feet ... so what’s the bleedin' point, you *reason*? Why not make your life "complete"!

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"So tell me, precious 'Poet Boy'," these smirk their angered sneer,
"...Just what in hell would you give out, you whining, leftist queer"!
"What's your *gallant* sacrifice; what do you give up.
What do you contribute"? He drops his 'Cuban' in my cup.

"With the *big bucks*? You're no different," and he shoots his silken cuffs.
"...You believe in UFO's"!! ...like that would be enough.
"You're a nut case! You're a bonehead! You're a liberal bleeding heart.
You whine your stupid spewage that is off *my mainstream* charts!
You badmouth lauded Science... which has given us the power...
to tame this world with human will"! He stands there (...small!), and glowers!

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...I'm a soldier and a teacher; I give and get respect. I've always shot for excellence if my reach exceeds my grasp. I pay my way; I drive small cars; I'll not abuse advantage... of a system, or a program, or a human — do them damage.



I've always been of service, and I've worked the harder jobs. And I've learned about the women I must give respectful nods. My wife? She drives a school bus. My son is not in jail. My friends? I think they love me, and them I shall not fail!

My charged *belief* in UFO's is strictly common sense. I've seen them, leering MUFON, if you can't? It's 'cause you're dense.

My wage? It's near the bottom when compared the least of you, but I would give up everything — as long as you did, too.

So, BE NOT PROUD, Oh MUFON, that you betray "the Earth," that you use us like your garbage can, and treat adherents worse. Your position's NOT that lofty, 'cause you're *clever* to betray, never asking who'll be paying as you make your facile play.



  • ...This is not forgetting that less is more. It's true! And there's real comfort in that. See, the less MUFON squeezes the less of us are squeezed out through its gauntleted fingers.  Moreover, we could accommodate ourselves ufologically while living richer, fuller, more healthful, and more satisfying lives. It's a choice actually.

  • I submit that a serious study of the ufological... a cultural top down admission that we're in kindergarten and have significant growing up to do is best course, best idea, and best practice.  The antithesis is to urinate opposed to the meteorological disturbance extant. C'mon, read that last sentence again.  MUFON would seem to work apart from from the efficacious in the preceding and perform that opposition described.

  • There is absolutely no one good reason why general life should harmfully raise your blood pressure and with such tedious regularity, too. It begs the question why it does.  Causing this high pressure may be a lack of common courtesy or the remotest due process too often displayed in the activities surrounding us. Why, MUFON lately provided for a wholesale Saturday night massacre of females (et sig al) from their leadership positions sans the remotest smidgion of such.

  • Does an increasingly irrelevant MUFON demonstrate that it has become completely unconscionable, inconsolably unaccountable, and wholly contemptible? Outrageous even?

  • The answer to that question cuts across the proclivities of corrupt governments elected and non-elected, duplicitous institutions over-facilitating their bottom line, evil agencies of criminality without oversight as accomplice, and all this leavened with cynically authoritarian religions without real conscience, compassion or genuine respect for the individuals they otherwise manipulate, chump, and coerce!  Does MUFON complete its transformation into this kind of entity?

  • Prepare to be invalidated by those self-same individuals for whom you'd  have no respect, soulless MUFON corporatists... ...you scabrous and psychopathic disrespectful! The end of your legislated sociopathy must be inexorable and well nigh, so wholly explaining the autocratic and unilateral activity on your part! Do these provide for liquidity in their "portfolios"?

  • What's this to do with UFOs? Everything.

  • It's what the future is. Verily. Think not?  Jacques Vallee, current grand darling of the "it ain't what you could think," crowd—a crowd insisting on science as default arbiter—allows, even, that science must account for the "mechanism" that is the UFO, and the adjacent, alternate, or extra intelligence, wholly other, that the UFO must intimate... and without regard to provenance of that UFO too, from trans-temporal, through xenocryptic, to extraterrestrial.  An "other" exists "apart," employing a "technology."  Cop to that.

  • See, the future is the enecitable extension of the past, reader. The past, in its turn, is riddled, very conservatively... soaked, imbued, permeated, saturated, and infused with a clear history of the UFO... ...unmistakable encounters with the wholly *other*.

  • Peter Jennings said just before he died that official acknowledgement of same was unsatisfactory. His language was more harsh, actually. He said "rotten."

  • Too many quality instruments are making too many quality observations, reader. This is forgetting the reportage in old ink and more ancient stone, remember. Denial is ludicrous.  Where has MUFON been but allegedly collecting information they've done nothing with... for decades!

  • An intelligent *other* is obvious. Also obvious is MUFONs aggregate titular cowardice with regard to its conduct. Yes. Accusations of fatuous cowardice and general infidelity are not remotely out of line!

  • Alternative behavior with regard to the preceding is the effrontery of the presumption we are the first intelligence ever... (pause for laughter) when that is very conservatively unlikely in the first place... ...and badly executing, if true, in the second! Pompous and presumptuous pathetics please move to the shallow end of the gene pool. Volunteer for sterilization, even, so your genetic contribution can be more effectively cauterized from the species. You're not helping this is to say.. 

  • The rest apart from MUFON? These keep looking up! These transmit or radiate an ardent desire, clear intent and brave acceptance... (some freaking humility?) even humanity ...and... ...soon, I suspect, that future will snatch them up to grandly soar and cleave the heavens... leaving far behind what officious others perceive far in front of them... ...if those perceptions can be made by them, at all. 

  • Yeah!  Existential "Rapture" for the few who didn't buy into the hijacked mainstream and scurrilous status quo... its illegitimate governments, its dark agencies... its dogmatic religions and reptillian corporate institutions! Perhaps... it's my intuition at any rate.

  • Realization of all of the preceding is a matter of will, reader, you think it hard enough... ...and it is so. Heaven or Hell. Reality is the state of mind.  MUFON continues the pretense that it has relevance in the definition of the state.

  • Restore John Ford!  Don't wait for MUFON.

...I'm a soldier and a teacher; I give and get respect. I've always shot for excellence if my reach exceeds my grasp. I pay my way; I drive small cars; I'll not abuse advantage... of a system, or a program, or a human — do them damage.

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