Justification

Critical Prose & Poetic Commentary regarding UFOs and their astonishing ancillaries, consciousness & conspiracy, plus a proud sufferer of orthorexia nervosa since 2005!

Sunday, July 29, 2012

...Immoderation...



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It's interesting one Orrin Hatch (that Senator from Utah?) has a message of *concern* for Utah's parents. If their children want environments that are "clean" and "unpolluted"—"then their drug abuse affliction is apparent"! What says "stunned credulity" but this lack of any conscience. I think it must be obvious; he is, himself, unconscious!
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Yes! If kids are asking questions where the bigots fear to tread, then they're smoking marijuana—"popping pills," or so he said!  I suspect if showing conscience is resultant from "as such," then plants like marijuana be encouraged with all trust!
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I bring this up to illustrate an ocean of dementia that's an obstacle to common sense, discouraged... in absentia! Like... Folks who won't see UFOs?  I'd want them disabused; that notion's unintelligent, unbrave and mal-enthused.  See?  I understand the "problem set"! Its "questions" can get hard. Though, oblivious to evidence, ones head's impacted lard...
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If your counsel to your children is your statement they're on DRUGS... that concern for our environment makes them junkies, tramps, and THUGS... then UFO's are fantasy that the devil has imbued to confuse and make us *sinners* for an "anti-Christ" to use!  The latter, now, is sans all sense; the former follows suit: Conservatives are dim-bulbed and not at all astute.  They're passed their point of all return, but they will stay their course.  They cannot falter now, you see... or they're removed, perforce!
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I propose my own philosophy... which includes what we might need... to shake some sense from those who bend the truth so hard it bleeds! See, concern for flying objects goes beyond their colored light... light that's teasing and perplexing us and then freezing us with fright. These bespeak a future of a "treasure trove" undreamed, where partnerships of sentience "spark," and with which we are teamed!
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There's new "genesis" and "provenance," plus, "fact's" interpretation—substantial records—not "altered" provide some later "validation"; remaining: how we live our lives and how we treat our "brothers..." not pimping out our sisters... not hating one another!
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Time's now spent evolving ways to foul this ship we fly, to denigrate our daughters, or to covet, cheat and lie. We must cease this base behavior if we want to gain success—if we want some satisfaction, and an end to our distress.
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I think we're judged as we betray... the members of our race, or how we treat our strangers—treated, now, with vast distaste. This is how a UFO is WRAPPED in social science. We're compelled to find consensus to assure them... our reliance!
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Now, how, the hell, to get that done... or find that kind of grace...  "Answers," friend, are just not "found"; answers, Sir, are "faced"!  We first and foremost, respect OURSELVES, and spread respect around. We don't eschew indigenes! It brings the spirit down. To love all life (to love ourselves!) we give up on the lies which have complicated consciousness with trappings we'd despise.
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Less is more we would discover as the saucers coast and land! Human beings decrease their mass, and begin to UNDERSTAND that they've no RIGHT to deprecate a living... breathing planet—that profit takes a back seat to ones common sense... goddamn it!
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The money $pent on conflict for ambitions of the few (sure!) could renovate this planet to conditions grand and new!
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The Earth becomes a garden when we give her our respect. She showers us with bounty for the love that she detects. The forests that are saved translates to freedom we can share—freedoms from disease we face, and freedom from our fear. "Less is more," provides for plenty as you eat a better food—not plugging hearts with HVO, consuming like a stooge!
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The Earth, robust and healthy, beats mere dollars in the bank, and energy production is a "snap" if we were *frank*.  If we conserved, were frugal, and abstained from senseless waste—if we displayed sincerity to the creatures now disgraced... well, we could live upon our Earth, and respect what we'd recovered; the saucers would descend to LAND, and welcome us like brothers!
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This philosophy's a triad of the multi-verse perceived. It's matter, mind, or movement, and it lifts you from your knees.
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The *matter* is environment, and the *mind* is who we are, and *movement* is the frequency of TIME between the stars. It's from Chronos we're observed —a time so long, in fact... that anything can happen in its ceaseless yawning tracts... from treating kids like junkies who are brave enough to care, to the marvel of cheap energy elitists hide.  Beware!
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From rampant sociopathy to the rules for fairer play, the multiverse can hold it all, WHATEVER preachers say!
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From simple, single cellular... to god-like beings of light; from the depths of timeless shadows to a nova, clean and bright! The multi-verse embraces, all, with arms of HUGE potential; that we "are" and that we "want" provides for our credentials.
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It may seem that Orrin Hatch is doing what he can... to denigrate our spirit if he makes sure drugs are damned, but he is wrong to lump concern for matter, mind, and movement to the mysteries of drugs, their use... and WHY one chose to use it!
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The UFO's, all by themselves, are never figured OUT in a dearth of toleration where we toss our filth about! We're under observation; you deny it, but it's true. Who we are and what we want shall all come down to YOU.
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The *way* is moderation, to first tolerate new things; and to clean up as we go along is what the future brings. Respect the Earth, its honored beasts, and clean the planet up; sweet providence will spread her arms and fill our honored cups.




alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net



Sen. Orin Hatch
Impeach this gorm drongo!


"All things in moderation," includes then, moderation... sometimes, it seems, "immoderate's" required! Like, ones disgust with ethics prone to lie and cheat and steal! Pursued, instead, the course that is... "inspired"... [...dreadfully sorry... that just got past me. I'll try to show more control... not.  When it's there it's there]

One of the things we might be more immoderate about or intolerant of, though—given the sullen and convenient stubbornness of our moneyed opposition—is that reflex denial of UFOs substantiated, still, in multiple categories of compelling evidence!



These include the Histories in Text and art, anecdotal reports from multiple vetted witnesses, vetted photographs, physical trace evidence, and the statistical evidence described by A.D. Aczel, PhD in his Probability One. I've come to believe, think, and know, personally, to a degree... with regard to the aforementioned evidence, that one is attentive to UFOs and their ancillaries only because inattention seems unintelligent, un-progressive, and un-brave. That just seems so ponderously obvious to me. The mainstream remains obtuse and oblivious, or, they fake it real well.  My money's on the latter.

UFO's, consequently, will not be addressed in short sighted isolation of the reflexively doubting; is that fair? In other words: you "nuts and bolts" guys can cool your conjectured jets, I propose. From the beginning when Hynek refused to take reports of UFOs associated with occupants of same, the "scientistic" brigade demonstrates only how they have fallen short...   ...Not only more than we understand, but more than we can understand.



Besides, where's it writ large that talking monkeys are to be the ones to figure it out, anyway? It remains: The other won't hop in your test-tube, submit to your measure, use your math, or be tortured to your will. No, they suggest alternative paths to a future concrescence.  That and the ultimate sedition, too, eh?

Really. To come to grips with that high strangeness it might be that we have to have a greater "sociological awareness" of ourselves, consult some alternate shamanic tradition outlined by McKenna and Hancock... encourage an efficacious toleration for necessary individual differences (presently much too under-appreciated), and finally—keep looking... Out... not Up!

Secondly, an appreciation for the responsibilities of stewardship, as regards the ecological meltdown of our planet, is required. Christian "Dominion" is an arrogant, wasteful and sociopathic lie benefiting the "haves" only... and wholly dismissing the "have nots"!

Seriously If we demonstrated that we had respect for our Earth, and for ourselves—any ufological question, I could assuredly bet, would neatly answer itself! Forget that we would save ourselves. In the meantime?

Impeach a base-baiting, revolting, and uninspired Orrin Hatch without moderation, and... Restore John Ford!

Friday, July 13, 2012

Abominable, Inchoate And Uncouth


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Ollie North *sells* drugs to kids, then gets a TV show; this is what the *ET* sees as "tortured Earth" coasts by below—indifference to the suffering, kingpins making "plans" ...for polluting living water and scourging living land.
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Consider, then, how we behave—how the "few" abuse the "most." These sow humiliation—are in no way gracious folk.  Our lives? Mere defecation that they push down with their feet... upon the heads of innocence they'd treat like senseless meat? ...And we would have the *ET* land to suffer equal treatment! We would question their reluctance to abandon safe "concealment"!
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Well, no... I hardly think so; that logic is absurd. My thought is such that thought, as such ...is better off deterred. We would chance involvement with a "killer," "rapist"—worse? Well, an *ET*, sure, won't either...see...they've watched us "blame" and "curse"! They've watched us now for many years from a hoary "long ago." We've not employed "best practice." We're reaping what we sow...
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I think it likely they'd avoid us... to preclude our sure embarrassment! Our guilt is just contained, now, as it is. ...Imagine, for a moment, that they land, abruptly *visit*—and we find that their first act's... ...to give a quiz
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They ask the shaming questions of the "folks out on the street": Why are schools so damned exclusive? Isn't "truth" a basic need? Why do children have old textbooks which are truthless and outmoded, and why in turn discount their need, or lie—at best: *encode* it? Where does a child's guilt come from? Do you push it in their faces, and then impugn the "interested" who would visit "taboo" places?
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Why promote "true child abuse" producing "balls and shoes" for children who have privileges the producers are refused? Why suffer abject hunger just to keep your burger stands? Why single-serve your foodstuffs, laying waste... just... "out of hand"?
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Don't you hear the Earth? She's shrieking! Don't you know you make her MAD?  Do you know—you make her mad enough (?) she'll TURN on you, and bad!
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Offended... is she striking back (!), with AIDS or with EBOLA? Your answer is to pump more oil, more munitions to Angola! Cranking up *those* factories which provide for Earth's abuse, so a precious few can pick capped teeth with diamond studded spruce!
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Cornered, she attacks you, friend, like any living beast—like any man or woman who's betrayed and lives besieged.
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Dieing? We die with her. ...And we'll choke on our own grime! A gift for all our children who will hate us for your crime.
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I hear new protests every day (the *ET* hears them, too?). People wonder *consequences*, "what's going on"—what's *true*?
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See? You won't read it in a magazine if it interferes with sales. It's not picked up in papers if an *inconvenient* tale. You won't hear it on the telly, or your short wave crystal set... if it crosses moneyed interests; that's a sure thing—odds on bet.
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It's these *least* abusing most of us to hazardous effect! We're chumped by errant systems and a culture we'd detest! It's standing on the shoulders of the masses down below, unfortunates with chins in shit that we just dump and throw!
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It's MOST of us beneath respect; it's most of us who suffer; it's persecution sans regret we have for ONE ANOTHER!
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Why would *ET* ask for THAT? They'd figure they're mere "strangers." ...We gut and screw our own like that?  Why—we'd put them through our manglers!
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It explains their "obfuscation" while remaining "omnipresent"? You hear, and see them every day; you won't get THROUGH without it. Dim whispers in the media, a contention of the truth—that we are not, at all, alone! Mark! We should not feel aloof!
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You hear it on talk radio; you hear it by the by; you hear it from "real" fundies, but you burn in hell to try!  You hear it from your Mom and Dad, but it won't change a thing—they've figured out their "futures" and they've "planned" what it will bring.
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You hear it from the mainstream, whoring tongues in pretty cheeks. You hear judicious whistles, or the rumored "lies" and "leaks."  Contrarily, there's Wiki-leaks or You Tube et sig al.  Instruments with numbered days where psychos make the call...
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You hear their misdirection! More? You hear it without end! You hear when you don't want to, as some vetted shall contend. See, science shills its "system" to mislead us from "without"—we too reluctant clueless—as to what it's all about. Though—and every bit as clueless as the "unwashed" they would scourge—they're fallible, officious, and contemptibly converged. There must be a better way—where "grasp" can meet some "reach"—where we become more conscious... and prepared for different speech!
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Really!  Gather friends together, and relieve a righteous want! Salvation's toleration, when we read from different fonts. We should give suckers "even breaks," and kiss each other's cheeks. Muslim, Jew? Embrace us all—conservatives to freaks!  Demand the "more forthcoming" as the way we do it now!  See, one's not allowed to persecute their death of sacred cows!
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Have interest and respect for ALL... on world / global scales, and the "star folk" will approach us... perhaps invite us on their trail!
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...Can you dig it? We may scare them! We may keep them out of sight! We might shock them with our attitudes and infuse them with our fright! We might terrify them spitless; we might revolt them altogether!  They could find us très disgusting... even suitable to wether!
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Perhaps their strange technologies may be gifts too great to chance—on backwoods country bumpkins we portray—so they're askance. Perhaps they're close to whackin' us (...perhaps been done before?). Perhaps "extermination" is our "meter, foot, and score." If it is... we sure deserve it for the "liberties" we take—for abusing one another out of meanness—Goodness sakes!
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...For savaged Earth, when we know better; hey, its beasts all have more honor! The multi-verse awaits us—we continue our dishonor.  Yes, we may have to cop to some distressed and awful truth: our behaviors are abominable, inchoate and uncouth.


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net



Indict NOW For Crimes Against
Sentience and Humanity!
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Corruption is self-destroying, isn't it? It seems to me illogical that "aliens" would have figured out a way to make corruption work for the long term. We never have.

That's what they have done, though, if their "potential impact" is as negative as some would make out. Given the—however tenuous—evidence that there are multiple species out there indicates a potential for a struggle between them, stay with me now, beyond what would be invisible—especially to us given our observation technologies.

As per Fermi, we'd see that kind of struggle if it existed—n'est ce pas? Yet, I suspect we do!  Nightly! Babylon 5 is real out there, somewhere, reader! Besides, that old series is prescient given its eerie portrayal of current political realities. Raises the hair on the back of your neck, reader. Feel it raise or risk a neutered insentience.  Everything you can think has happened, happening, or will happen, somewhere.  Even here.

Moreover, the aforementioned series speaks to a civility among the extraterrestrial *others* top-side, a civility which transcends what we are remotely capable of—even in our limited microcosm... ruled (not governed) as we are by a psychopathic and authoritarian elite. Moreover, our behavior, seen from *their* alien view, must be, at the very least, unsettling in comparison, to be kind.

...And, in comparison to what? We may be "prince" or "princess," beings of shining light—but I don't think so. Humility dictates such is likely not so.  Still, we can aspire.

If we accepted that human beings, generally, have at best a myopically shallow view of a real universe, perhaps we are ready... more than ready... even deserving of the shock and disruption that the birth of gross humanity (into a multi-verse of other beings?) is sure to bring in being! Consider that. Born again for real. Comes the concrescence, eh?

Hey! No one asks the CHILD spat unceremoniously forth from its indifferent womb whether the shock of that birth is an inconvenience to it—our admonition would be to just suck it up—it's the way things are... the fetus must leave the womb—a child its crib... "...don't be a baby"! [g].

So it is, also, for a birthing of a post concrescence total humanity... I suspect. Millions of fervid individuals (real currency galactically, perhaps) ...graduating into the wide open universe at large... ...w000000000t!  Again... comes the concrescence.

That quantum birthing shan't be over-mourned by the same token and for the same reasons. It's the way it is. Suck it up. You know, "joy beyond the shame, satisfaction beyond the shock, and fellowship, good readers, beyond the offense."  Ever and always.

Restore John Ford!

Sunday, July 01, 2012

...Spark Of Hope...

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Johnny Ford—still locked away? Still kept from freedom's dawn, you say! ...Still eating tasteless gruel he's served with hapless ladles crusted, lurid...
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Bullied by some cell block thug, he's driven down with slaps and slugs? Remember, he's a cop to them, a target for the fix they're in, and sleeping on his fetid mattress, he lays awake and smells the madness; bad enough if he deserved it—UNBEARABLE, he didn't earn it!
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...And he didn't, I'd suspect. For "law" and "order"? He'd had respect. ...And there was irony, sharp and quick, that Ford's accuser was the prick! See? Ford should not be doing time! It's one John Powell committed crime!
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...Crimped and weak Ford's fingers curl around the bars that cage a hero? Damn that sinful, unjust steel removes him from the free and real!
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What's he doing, how's he hangin', listening to a cup put bangin' from some distance he can't get to—he's restricted, tied—denied you! You won't hear what he might say. It questions ways you'd think, OK? See? You got tired, and with no emotion (basing such on foolish notions) condemned a *saint* to thick brick walls while mayhem, outside, howls and crawls!
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Still and all, and not a peep... of John Ford's status—such vast conceit! You think that he's forgotten, lost, that he has come to bear the cost of what it WAS that he got close to—let licking flames of shame engulf you!
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You think that it is unremembered, you called him *crazy*, then reconsidered? He's well enough for trial, you say? Well—when's he going to have his day? And there's the rub, you craven bastard! You won't hear his harmful answers! His trial might embarrass you, but worse than that—the death of you!
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It's gone on now for sixteen years!  That gadfly Ford you've tried to steer? Quiet now within his cell, but bet he has a tale to tell!  ...And he will be, at least, litigious, and, in that way be most prodigious!  That's what Joe Zuppardo claims while speaking out and naming names.
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You'd argue that I "feed his madness" when it's you produced his sadness—slandered him and took his name; I hope that, soon, YOU'RE made to blame.
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Everyone is most surprised that he'd contrive what you've described! All who know him, friend or foe, all know that he was framed as though... a mad man walked inside his clothesbecause he looked for UFO's!?!
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Your case is stupid, uninspired... a contrivance you have made—conspired! ...And getting older by the minute, hard to prove the way you spin it.
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...Maybe, hoping soon he'll die! ...Maybe, help him make his try!?!
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Yea, if he dies in jail friend, I'll know YOU did it—comprehend!?! That he's there is YOUR disgrace; I'll hope to see you take his place... among those inmates of contrition—those deserving their positions.
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Months, and we have had no news that's news about John Ford, in view. The reason for that silence glares, and challenges with steady stares reluctant to speak up one word... where freedom is, in fact, deterred!
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But is that freedom you can cherish? So quickly lost, so quick to perish—evaporating like a dew on desert flowers. Yes, it's true.
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When we are at, as much, a risk to not speak out, then, sharp and quick, to bellows of these arbitrarythese tyrannous or darkly scary! Let them bring just one down low, and they're emboldeneddon't you know? Then it's us they finally get to, our freedom a mere sucker's bet, too... at the whim of your convenience to make me live your inconvenience!
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You don't get it, that's your error! John is you; he lives YOUR terror. YOU'RE the one interred alive. YOU'RE the one in jail, Clyde!
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It's YOU who's eating awful food. It's YOU forsaken, betrayed—abused! It's you without a spark of hope! It's you who lives John's tragic joke!
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It's you who lives a life despised as harmful vermin—all contrived! It's you who shuffles for the man from cell to yard, to hall—all planned. It's you without a moment's peace, it's you who's driven to your knees! It's you who suffers needlessly. It's YOU in torment—YOU not free!
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Just lately there's a spark of hope... that hope is more than mere soft soap... some promise that the end is near for Suffolk County's reign of fear.  That justice might be done at last... at least as far as Ford is cast; and he's released to reinstate his RESTORATION, not too late!



Misery!






Yes, you.

No, no, not *you*, don't be foolish, how could it be *you*? ...

...But _you_... now _you're_ a whole other toxic bag of lurid excrescence... _altogether_!

You are as beyond guilt as you are shame! May I live to see your eventual comeuppance and anticipated demise!

Even now I suspect you're feeling a growing dread that you "backed the wrong dark horse" and you're not going to get away with it, after all. Blood runs colder than usual for Suffolk County psychopaths, I'd bet.

Sneer at _that_. You know who you are.

...Yo' John!  Be restored!


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Errol Bruce-Knapp, of UFO UpDates, Strange Days — Indeed, the Virtually Strange Network... ...and the coiner of the expression &qu...