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"David"—"Goliath." ...Still fighting it seems. One's over-cocky, and is once again reamed. One strides the "mainstream" opposed by too few, while his honored opponent's courageously true. See? One narrows scope to a facile percentage, the other is open to "data," comprende? One is a scoffer with "knee-jerk dismissals"; the other's employing the...facts... (?) as his missiles!
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Filled with his "confidence," and the hoist of his "creed," Goliath was RIPE for a fall that he needs. David, well read, has prepared for his role; Goliath shows up with his head in a bowl. David shoots well, and infuses his points. He cited them; hell—he was owning the joint!
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Then, Goliath seemed caught in his own vicious trap; he hadn't prepared and was pinned to the mat! Stone-marked and bleeding he moans on the floor! He proves to his last that his "less" is not "more."
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Bereft of his homework, Goliath's ungainly. He fumbles around for his words so inanely. He cheery-picks data: so grinding an ax to qualify "comfort" he knows cannot last. See, profoundly ill read and bereft of a clue, he insults all intelligence to misinform you!
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Goliath is vanquished for arrogance, friend. He lies "belly-up" for his close-minded kin. Plus? The sneers from his camp are the stones that are used in the sling of a righteous, experienced few. Friedman's experienced, sober and fair... debate is a conflict and the blood is let there.
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'Round and around went the weight of Stan's sling; his arguments whistling like fiery stings on the physics, the cosmic, and base relativity! Shermer seems mired in mawkish proclivity... his ignorance plain in our search for the answers that excise that "ignorance"—that cognitive cancer!
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See, Friedman could read and he'd read the man's book. He's studied his "Rommel," so like "Patton"? He cooked! Soaring in argument, cleaving said air, he showed beyond doubt that his argument's fair.
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Shermer, assured of his "glorious might," that's he's to prevail in a "no contest" fight, was covered with gaps in his armor-cum-science which weakened his impact—was itself pseudoscience.
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Goliath is beaten, but will not admit that the intrepid David had merit and grit. Dismissal's outrageous, a listener concludes. The argument's valid, and the thought now intrudes... that space is a huge place, completely unknown, and it's filled to the BRIM with "anomalous foam"!
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Lost in its hugeness is mind undefined by concepts which limit and keep it *confined*.
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We hold to these tails of "too timid" tradition—are blind to the front by this backward transition.
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Complacent, believing proud science must win, we turn a blind eye to the fringe which begins just a mean tiny distance from what we now know is the little we know of what's hidden there, Bro! What can be measured; what can be seen? What is seen CHANGES to fit any scheme!
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Friedman won out once again 'cause he's right. His scholarship proves what he sees in that light! He follows the traces the data proscribes, arriving at places the facts can't deny!
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Why, he has what compels me to question the *man*, for all the *man's* blandishment—pretended elan. He had the right stones, and he hurled them well. Degrees will mean nothing if cheating to sell.
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Filled with his "confidence," and the hoist of his "creed," Goliath was RIPE for a fall that he needs. David, well read, has prepared for his role; Goliath shows up with his head in a bowl. David shoots well, and infuses his points. He cited them; hell—he was owning the joint!
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Then, Goliath seemed caught in his own vicious trap; he hadn't prepared and was pinned to the mat! Stone-marked and bleeding he moans on the floor! He proves to his last that his "less" is not "more."
.
Bereft of his homework, Goliath's ungainly. He fumbles around for his words so inanely. He cheery-picks data: so grinding an ax to qualify "comfort" he knows cannot last. See, profoundly ill read and bereft of a clue, he insults all intelligence to misinform you!
.
Goliath is vanquished for arrogance, friend. He lies "belly-up" for his close-minded kin. Plus? The sneers from his camp are the stones that are used in the sling of a righteous, experienced few. Friedman's experienced, sober and fair... debate is a conflict and the blood is let there.
.
'Round and around went the weight of Stan's sling; his arguments whistling like fiery stings on the physics, the cosmic, and base relativity! Shermer seems mired in mawkish proclivity... his ignorance plain in our search for the answers that excise that "ignorance"—that cognitive cancer!
.
See, Friedman could read and he'd read the man's book. He's studied his "Rommel," so like "Patton"? He cooked! Soaring in argument, cleaving said air, he showed beyond doubt that his argument's fair.
.
Shermer, assured of his "glorious might," that's he's to prevail in a "no contest" fight, was covered with gaps in his armor-cum-science which weakened his impact—was itself pseudoscience.
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Goliath is beaten, but will not admit that the intrepid David had merit and grit. Dismissal's outrageous, a listener concludes. The argument's valid, and the thought now intrudes... that space is a huge place, completely unknown, and it's filled to the BRIM with "anomalous foam"!
.
Lost in its hugeness is mind undefined by concepts which limit and keep it *confined*.
.
We hold to these tails of "too timid" tradition—are blind to the front by this backward transition.
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Complacent, believing proud science must win, we turn a blind eye to the fringe which begins just a mean tiny distance from what we now know is the little we know of what's hidden there, Bro! What can be measured; what can be seen? What is seen CHANGES to fit any scheme!
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Friedman won out once again 'cause he's right. His scholarship proves what he sees in that light! He follows the traces the data proscribes, arriving at places the facts can't deny!
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Why, he has what compels me to question the *man*, for all the *man's* blandishment—pretended elan. He had the right stones, and he hurled them well. Degrees will mean nothing if cheating to sell.
So flourish, false skeptic, your arrogant spite—and feel that stone as your forehead it strikes!
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alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net
When Dr. M. Shermer says that a 'spaceship' and 'body' would "do it" for him, frankly? He lies. That's just to start. CSI(cop) affiliated, Prometheus published, and default media lap-dog and nay-saying "goto" guy? C'mon!
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alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net
...Whistling Sling! |
When Dr. M. Shermer says that a 'spaceship' and 'body' would "do it" for him, frankly? He lies. That's just to start. CSI(cop) affiliated, Prometheus published, and default media lap-dog and nay-saying "goto" guy? C'mon!
There's some irony, on the surface at least. Dig—shallowly—to find there's no irony, really, at all.