Saturday, June 09, 2012

Klasskurtxia! Never In A Good Way!


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Impacted Klasskurtxians*? At best: teats of insentience, and far from "nutrition" dispensing malfeasance. At worst?  ...Sullen agents of "darkness" despised—stooges for them: purveyors of lies.
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Drones thus "affected" to spin party linesa message confusing, cross-purposed, and trying!  See, crass disrespect has been tendered to you.  "Betrayal of innocence" is what they imbue.
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...Perhaps we are "losers," "neo-dreamers," "no-brainers"... with visions of grandeur—"tru-believers..."  "complainers." Perhaps it is us buying "nonsense" at best? Perhaps self-enslaved to what won't stand its test? Perhaps merely "whacko"... but "woo-woo" buffoon, or someone who's stopped with his meds a mite soon...
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...Though, who is to say... given "secrets" sans "oversight"? Who is to say... given strict "social lines." Who is to say given trust's been betrayed and the "path" is obscured in a way to waste time?
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Whatever they're saying they're taking a gamble; with looming attention they're made the example. There are these working hard at discrediting interest in *people from space*to encourage "disinterest"!  Who are these privileged to husband such truth but those most rewarded to remain so obtuse.
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These won't be absolved when their castle walls crumble, when they're made to crawl... on unevenness, stumble. When they're made to pay for transgressions perceived, and they're boiled down for the "mouth" they could "feed"...?
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Oh, these speak with that sneer, like EVERYTHING's clear, but dodges those questions beyond strange and queer; we beg them for answers to *things* that we've seen... which millions attest to... yet remain unredeemed!
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...But, they'd front for the ignorant shadows, of course; they'd fan up the murk like 'klasskurtxian' Korff.  These lie and they cheat and perform obfuscation.  They're sell-outs and scoundrels beyond all reflection. Psychopathy reigns from a gated community where criminals thrive in a gravid immunity!
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...And what are their bona fides; what strange credentials are part of a makeup that makes them essential? Is it "Bull Shit," or More Shit"... Piled Deeper than thought? What's the agenda? What have they got?
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...For me? These klasskurtxians? They're personally insultinga little revoltingobtuse... deconstructing! They're a block, or an obstaclea hurdle we face on the gamut undured to touch TRUTH on her face. They have nothing newjust trot out old arguments... ...Still used like a "salve" of their "fraudulent unguent"...
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They're dishonest, deceitful, designing... disingenuous. They're conniving, contemptible, cads... ignominious! ...Better persons? Destroyed for transgressions like these! Whither klasskurtxians? Are they different? Ohplease!
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Errant klasskurtxians promote their "bad credit," and it seems they're much worse than the folks they'd discredit. ...See, where are their *arguments* that we've been "forgetting"? What mistakes have they made, and why are they fretting?
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Their approach is quite manic, a frenzy at restthousands of E-Mails (but they answer mine best). They have all the "answers," and they're here to put "right" all the hounds of my "ignorance"my "cognitive blight"!
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I resent their intrusion as ones piss on my leg! Yes, tell me it's raining! To differ, I beg. Their tone is so facile, and it sings the same song: balloons and old swamp gas—just to string us along...
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...Yet, *feel* there's something a-watch from 'out there'. We'll not know its "purpose." It just sits there and stares... recording, perhaps, our own irksome consistencies, our gross infidelities, our craven propensities...
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...And our *boys* "unelected" have the *info* galoreyou can bet it means changes... that it evens some scores! ...But there... they're struck clueless, so must grasp to their chests... what their pay and position or their excess expects!  Then, it's much easier to sell us all out!  They have "insulation," but we'll do without.
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Bunkies make ridicule and mock all those things that perplex or confound one; they taunt, sneer, and 'fling.' They drool proclamation with airy aplomb, but their sarcasm's worse, a disparaging bomb. They chaff, and they razz, but they're smelling the fear... of a change to their world view that's bearing downnear!
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...And what is their program? What's their agenda? ...While trying as hard as they can to offend ya'! Where'd they get off? What is their plan? What's the connection. Who understands?
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I'll bet they inhabit a rabid right aisle; I'll just bet their soft hands hide a predator's smile.
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Yesthere are secrets, clandestine ... dark... which are buried in dungeons, and cellars, or parks. Along with "no Santa Clause" there is evil conspiracy to dump on the masseselitist indecency...
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We've corrupt institutions! We wallow in lies that don't come from Hoagland, Art Bell, or those guys! It's "justice" for sale to a moneyed elite. It's corruption in government, crooked cops on their beats. It's 'worship' for doctors, and 'honor' for priests. It's money to *scientists* who march to "the beat."
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Why, it's them and their manners which typifies loss of all that the cosmos could give us at cost! Their eyes look away from the light that would shine if we asked better questions... for the answers opined?
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Don't you find it... well, strange, not a little bit odd... that these are well funded and that they get "the nod." ...But these? ...Mere contrivance to confound our credulity! They are here to make waves to provoke our stupidity!
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Who's the big liar? Is it Hoagland, or "Nye," he of klasskurtxia faking faux-facts besides!






One would presume an inverse there in the last stanza that I'm just not feeling myself, eh?

The klasskurtxian speaks for science, right?  No, the klasskurtxian* readily invalidates himself:  his ironic failure to investigate, his lack of constructive imagination, his inability to admit an error, his propensity to tender any slap-dash excuse as valid explanation, his abject intellectual cowardice, his gravid inconsistency, his re-visitation of the discredited as plausible explanation again and again, his sullen intransigence in the face of all reasonable-ness... ...well I could go on and on, actually, and do...

...here...  

Straight prose and in their own words so no fair not "getting it."
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This one went on a bit long.  Sorry.  Not.
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*It's a word I coined in a mash-up of the names Klass and Kurtztwo CSI(COP) "heavyweights"attempting to put a name to aspects of their anthropomorphic, arrogant, and altogether cowardly philosophy.
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"Klasskurtxian" is, I submit, a graceful co-mingling of Onomatopoeia and crystal self-definition clattering concussivelyif effortlesslyoff the tongue and palate like a big porcelain urn of live poisonous snakes dropped in the CSI(COP) Commissary. It has a meaning easily determinable in context, eh?



To Touch Truth On Her Face...

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