Fare For Vultures...

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The skies above me flash with light that most won't see... too filled with fright.
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See? Distracted by some "skeptibunky," these submit ... become his flunky.  This is easy 'nuff to do. Remains that they are gaming you!  You wallow their "convinced" denial, they avoid true tests and trials. These abstain, and are redundant ; their abnegation is repugnant.
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Yes, sold that "bill of goods" we need to live our lives on callused knees, we take the word of those we "know" will keep us safe and warm... you know? We dismiss imagination, refuse a valid protestation—depend upon convenient culture.  Our cherished dreams?  ...Mere fare for vultures.
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There is more to life, I KNOW, that wheels, darts, and hotly glows... beyond the limit some impose—to keep their "high ground," don't you know.
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This—perceived by many persons, spanning years which number thousands—left its traces on the ground... and on some film that I have found.
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It's chiseled into ageless stone! It's evidence we're not alone! It's PROOF denied by scabrous scholars addicted to their cloying dollars ... truth retreating with all pride in fulsome shame of truth denied.
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See, we won't hear the real story, so we can't earn our stab at glory! We're denied the human right informed consent provides, I write! With mad heads shoved, so hard, between—our flaccid cheeks—we're très obscene...
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Too, we've been *WARNED* what "could" occur if folks were *shocked*, *upset*—*disturbed*!
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"Wanton panic would ensue, mass suicide—we come unglued! Riots in the streets occurring, markets crashing, cultures lurching—institutions are dissolving, and chaos rules! We are devolving..."
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Cities razed in mass confusion, darkness claiming harsh intrusions, mobs of people looting, stealing, shocked, assaulted—senses reeling? Culture's web must come apart? We're hell bound in a shopping cart?
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Too, we'd DESERVE that awful harvest, sowing as we had, in earnest, feckless seeds marooned in space... ...that we're the pointless "washed up" race!
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Though, there's no proof this must occur, and evidence we could detour!
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Remember, then, the middle ages. Turn way back—historic pages!
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...Think back, quickly, to a time..., and stuff of legends filled our minds! Many years ago I ask... what was wrought for this same task?  Hearing *stories* of new races, critters FOREIGN, no relation? It's just like now, that other time. Did WE "freak out" and lose our minds?
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Did western culture fall apart?  No! We but ordered "a la carte."
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Too, please don't think me over-callous, too filled with venom, spite, or malice, but the FEW who freak that way, and lose their minds to chaos, say—kill themselves or worse—... unblinking... good RIDDANCE to their blood, I'm thinking!
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Flush them from the gene pool, cousin! They're not worth bemoaning's fussin'!
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If our culture comes apart where folks from space are found? Be smart!  It DESERVES to "crash on down" and crumble to some stabler ground!  If we're unhinged by real beings... apart from us in space—some "thing"? Well, we betray intelligence... artistry, our common sense. We deserve a crass demise, bereft of tears... I would surmise.
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...Makes you wonder who hangs ON to well worn ways no longer sound. Who hangs on to their pollutions—glad (corrupted) institutions!
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Why, those, the few, professing doom! Those, who forecast shadowed gloom! Those, the ones, the "few who lose," when truth is offered un-confused. And too, myself, my culture's child, aware of such (so slightly wild) provoked in turn to bite the hand would feed such failure to this man!
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Majorities would profit grandly; I've a feeling, some understanding. Read between the lines, yourself, and show yourself some mental health.
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Perhaps I didn't make this clear.  If our culture implodes on an admission of the actuality of an extraterrestrial intelligence, it flatly DESERVES to implode.  No apologies... At least it would implode to something solid, solid instead of inflated... a foundation more construction worthy.  I've a suspicion that this *admission* could have been made around 1947—the year before I was born.­  And the *implosion* alluded to would, now, be well behind us.  ...And I would have never known anything else.

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...We'd also be living in the asteroid belt closer to Utopia, I suspect, and our respected Earth would be an honored garden—but you knew I was going to say that. No apologies here either. That's my feeling.

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Additionally, don't use Orson Well's "War of the Worlds" broadcast to reflexively feather your whiny, skepti-feebroid, and nay-saying denialist's "bed" any longer, if that applies.  That 1930's broadcast was inadvertently or "advertently" (sic) HAND-TOOLED to incite panic, and besides, the reaction of the people to it was no different than a genuine broadcast informing its listeners that the *Red Chinese* (say) had landed in a small American town and were killing and pillaging an actual hapless citizenry. Would culture implode as a result of this incursion by the red Chinese? Well, if it did? It would deserve to implode. Good riddance.  No, dumb as a bag o' broken hammers is not a viable world, or galactic, citizenry.

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Consider: the rather minimal panic which ensued was a provoked lawlessness to procure the means to resist and survive. Every man for himself!  Pretty freaking healthy from a biological and psychological standpoint. Under the circumstances of a suspected attack from beyond space and time for which we were unprepared?  C'mon.  I submit that we performed passably well! Very well indeed, actually.

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Remember, minimal DEATHS occurred in THAT regrettably misunderstood debacle, and FEWER suicides.

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Finally, we all accept that we are at our efficacious best when conditions are at their most trying... conversely at our worst with conditions at their best—let's move on into the truth... though the heavens fall! If they do fall, we'll make better heavens.

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Verily, Brookings can bite me.

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Restore John Ford!

[You knew I was going to say that, too.]