Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Shadows Of My Day...



These started as apologies, which is why they're so ironic; I investigate hypocrisies, you see; it's like a tonic. Apology's explanation! See, *sorry's* not the issue. I'm not the least repentant. Best put away your tissues.
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My interests may be bothersome ... unpleasant, non-benign ... to throw the light where it won't go, and cop to what we find. UFO's are in the news provoking trepidations; I should think my interest healthy, and allay your apprehensions.
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...And implications are apparent, so they raise their mottled heads; though most would rather fight then change, so shoot their foot instead. They'd believe in "airborne castles" just to keep their dreams alive, given by the "shadows" so obscuring what's contrived. The damage is disruption by the few who have "connections," so we won't "get together" and demand some SANE reflection!
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...I had a friendship recently; he wrote a note and ended it. He said, "You get behind me Satan, you indicate predicament! My *foundations* are a-crumbling, and my livelihood is threatened; you've threatened, too, my wife and child; a pox on bogus legends. You've jeopardized employment. You've compromised my life. You've set me up for failure. You write a script for strife"!
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I knew he couldn't help it; conditions squeezed him hard. I know that he can't mean it—not a button, part, or shard. I was amazed at my dismissal, a little hurt—you want the truth. See, he's another casualty of the ones who stand aloof.
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You know the *ones* of whom I speak. The ones who have his answers! The ones who should allay his fear, and stop their lying cancers! The ones who threaten needlessly; the ones so rife with guilt! The ones who hide intentions like a knife shoved to its hilt! The ones who are so comfortable as a "monkey" on his back! The ones who will, so quickly, let him fall between their cracks! The ones who who do his "rendering"—for the reasons that they hide! The ones allowing punishment for conditions they've contrived! The ones who hide the UFO's so deeply from us all; the ones who keep "the secrets," and, so, are—in fact!—sans gall!

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I will mourn his contribution now as lost in all that mist; I will mourn the conversation that was once so smart and rich. I will feel like a loser who might end up sans his friends, and will they fall, then, one by one until my inquest ends?
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And what of me; will I succumb; will I give up the ship? When, finally, I'm pressed his way, by wife and job or kid! Will I change my phone and E-mail? Will I shut my web site down? Will I sigh and vote Republican ... let a smile morph to frown? Will I replace the scabrous scales that had fallen from my eyes; will I give in, and then embrace what, now... I must despise!
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And that's the real reason, I imagine, that I mourn. My friend is ME, and he goes down... as I must? That's the norm.
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He's proof that they are winning (the ones as writ above). They ape marauding raptors, and we're the hapless dove.  He metaphors the powerless. He is, then, you and me. He needs his home and wife and kids. He needs his job, you see?
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I'm consumed with my resentment at a system so capricious, that it's allowed to stifle all the questions which beseech us! I'm enraged that these conspirators are allowed egregious power so destructive to relationships that examine "walls" and "towers"! I'm angry that they CHOOSE MY FRIENDS, or make them run away, or provoke them to forsake me ... these are shadows of my day!
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I will expose hypocricies—they're a valid tonic still. I'll abuse their satisfactions, as against them I'm fulfilled. I'll borrow from Will Shakespeare, and to myself be true, apply my OWN philosophy that it all comes down to *you*.
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  • "You" is, of course, a metaphor for the individual. It is the individual that is the real power, and why *they* work so hard to program, coerce, and control same. Individuals are anamatha as they are authoritative. They're not authoritarian, those whom are, and righteously so, so degraded and ablated to kiss my shiny metal ass!


  • The latter uses slimy tricks... fearsome bags of dirty deeds. They strike at secular foundations they've MADE vulnerable in their campaigns of corrosive control, religious bigotry, and authoritarian government.  Would that the secular community attack the religious community the way the religious community attacks the secular community, eh?  Can you hear their whining objection, then, done unto as they have done to others since their inception?


  • Fear, censure and intimidation are their tools! These tools are used without regard to the rules they demand everyone else follow... even as they don't themselves. These giggle at your credulity... laugh at you behind your back. These are amused by your faith. Covetous of your success. Angered by your happiness. Jealous of your contribution... ironically it is these, not Moslems, hating us for our freedoms.


  • There is no "fair play" on a "level playing field." If there was? They'd disappear.


  • Society, as it stands, is an illusion maintained by each individual in it. All I'm saying is we could have better illusions—better dreams. Dreams that look out and in -- never down. Dreams, finally, that don't cost one efficacious and valued friends.


  • I'll miss your charm, wit, and courage, buddy, even as I hate that which provokes your pragmatic cowardice.


  • Moreover, I'll keep a light on for ya'...


Restore John Ford.

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Wendy's Song --

Rudiak Rides Again --

HyperSpace --

Taken --

Always Searching --

SkyLights --

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