Sunday, September 09, 2012

...Men of Straw, Feet of Clay...


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...A moment to celebrate   Jesse Marcel  . A HERO by measure (!) despite what Todd tells*! A patriot born at the start of last century, he burns with significance—proudly exemplary!
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  There at the start in a matter of consequence—the lost message traffic and tales of incidence—he followed the orders that made him a "tool"!  He'd endure his betrayal!  Todd calls him a fool.
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  Nailed to crosses of "National Security," plagued by an excess of "brass insecurity," he came to his end with these words on his lips—"I'm knowing the difference 'twixt [trash] and space-ships!"
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  Jesse was special, and held a position of critical importance he'd earned with precision! Efficient, and smart (...of unquestionable honor!), this was a FINE man Todd's trashed and dishonored!
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  Concerning TOP officers—who made real decisions—who put Jesse *in* to his well-watched position? These were no bureaucrats obsessed with their image; these were hard warriors who'd just won their scrimmage with Nippon and Hitler—stood tall at the finish! See? They had no problems with Jesse! No blemish!
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  Survived by a son who he raised up just fine (the son's now a doctor, but pay that no mind), suffice it to say that this son bears with tact ... what Jesse Marcel said he did—was a FACT !
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  The spaceship was real; it was held in his hands! "No trick of 'foiled paper' and 'balsa'...," says Stan! No cellophane tape or "carnival symbols" explained his excitement; I'm sure he still trembles! No trick of the light, or slight of dad's "hand" would make him face ridicule the like of that planned... by Todd, his associates—other short-sighted cowards who shrink from "conundrum" or matters "empowered"!
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  Something occurred on that cold storming night! Hot flashes of lightening lit up a new sight... ...a craft "from the stars" which had made its "crash landing"... and left a scarred Earth—a scar huge and commanding—a trail of pieces that point to tomorrow! Tomorrow is here, folks! Give it up! Do you follow?
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  Jesse was honored by all his superiors; NOTHING about him was noted inferior! See, he was involved with those "bombs using fission"? The "first of their kind" was the point of his mission! You think they weren't sure of his words and his deeds? You think him not CHECKED to a parse and a squeeze?
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  He was—their intrepid—head of intelligence! He was the boss! Where comes Todd's intransigence?!
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  Sooner or later the truth will come out, that Jesse had honor... and that Todd was a trout. Hooked like a fish on a spurious line, Todd uses straw men (of a scurrilous kind) to smear and discredit a man who had honor—exceeding detractors too shallow to matter!
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  What of Todd, then? Did he print a retraction? Did his sloughed mortal coil aid predicted inaction? Did he ever make good with dear Jesse's kin, or did he just search for new targets to skin?
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  I would admit to a wrong or an error... because I'm sincere and I want to play fairer! I'd even consider Todd's "white-bread convenience"... if he was forthcoming or tolerant—lenient.  ...But. He.  Was.  Not—the regrettable dog!  He's up-tight, presumptuous, a tedious frog... a frog with a croak unconsidered, ill mannered, bad tempered, presuming and bereft of all manners!
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  ...But Jesse's a liar for *dust* in bad records belies good researching; it's a narrow perspective! Jesse's SELECTED for SERIOUS toil; his records were accessed and strained—hell, par broiled! He was the subject of massive research! They chopped and they sliced his whole life apart, Burt!
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  So, if Jesse is, then, all "Bob Todd" would proclaim—for this top-kicking job? Who then CLEARED Jesse's name?


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*..."Tells" and not "told"? Even deceased?  Regretfully, yes. See, and paraphrasing the Bard, Todd's canted explication is the "evil living on and on" even as "any good he'd done is interred with his bones."  I trust that I've not done the same thing; I make my case.  Found incorrect, I'd accept it.  It's a step up, still!

 Remains that Robert Todd's "men of straw," you see, additionally had "feet of clay." His presumptive and canted exhumation of the character of Jesse Marcel is badly premised, is based on records errantly presumed to be without error—where they very much are traditionally errant—and so is only a masturbatory celebration of his own cant, bias, prejudice, naivete, and less than constructive inflexibility.  His wholly callous and insentient attack on Jesse Marcel, then, is without validity, lacks profundity, and is finally just a sad—though cloying—irrelevance.

 See the attendant and qualifying prose article first published in UFO Magazine.

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