Sunday, November 24, 2013

The Callous' Fodder


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Yeah, it's true. I see them in my early morning skies—perceived because I'm looking with an open-minded eye.
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Too, not indifferent to your scoffing—a little wounded by your scorn—remains that, yes, regardless, they're a truth that's been suborned.
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See, we don't deal with them! We push them to the rear. We're cloaked with our traditions, and we're frozen by our fear.  Religiously we're "counting beans," use science for excuse, and disavow conspiracies acute with the abstruse!
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The stuff I see is present to a witness I might have. A friend whom one might count upon, like ones whom I have had. ...But these are few and far between, these few who'd go along—exploring outer darkness after midnight's "sung her song..."
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...To *be* up... so damned early that the dogs are still asleep; to stumble in the kitchen and chance whacking unshod feet? A lot to ask of one not blind to disbelief one has inside... a disbelief that one's force fed to clutter up ones mind, it's said.
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Yes, you'd go out in the morning after, early, getting up, and you'd rise up with the lights off so rhodopsin has a shot. You'd take a cup of coffee for the stuff that sharpens skies, and you'd watch with me, the UFO's, we'd see with our own eyes.
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It takes judicious looking with the head well tilted aft. People watch you looking and pretend it's YOU that's daft. It pains the neck a little bit, but try to persevere. It won't be too much longer 'till you start to see them clear...
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Lean up on a hitching rail, or a low retaining wall. It makes the watching easier as stars wink out or fall. ...And sometimes skies are fervid with a movement of their own; the stars then "wondrous wanderers" sans a spot to call their home!
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I've got some good binoculars, and rigged a steady stand; the images resolving are unmoved by shaky hands. They are clear beneath the star-field. I can zoom them in quite close. They ARE, not merely pelicans... ...but they might as well be ghosts.
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They're like the stars set moving to resolve as orbs of light; their movements are of magnitudes which vary, left and right. They wink with strobe-like brightness in a random pattern dance. They'll glow like worms, unevenly... then out they blink, like chance! They slow to almost stopping, then they'll speed up to a flash, increasing in intensity, but then "dimming" like they've crashed!
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It's plain these things are out there so it's not that fight I seek (fights about *existence* are all specious, thin, and weak).
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Though, scan the implications! It's there one finds the nub... of graft which has corrupted us, so a few would have "enough."  See, if UFOs infested skies the order would be NEW! It does, in fact, change everything! All outlooks change! It's true! That's still and all, a good thing with a future looming down; something unpredictable, a concrescence come to town!
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Too, bet on more autonomy as the value to be gained. "What's the profit in it," ask corroded selfish brains. Their cat-bird seats are up for grabs because they have no value. Everyone is self-contained—self-reliant—so... revalued. That's my intuition; it's my optimism friend, that reach, indeed, exceeds its grasp, or what is heaven then?
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See? They can't co-opt the aliens or it would have come to pass! ET would be among usbegging questions—hauling trash! ...But UFO's are individual, they are personal—up close. They'd know the "individual," and it's that approach they chose!
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...And the "manor lord" won't have it, as his meter must be paid (!?!)—inconvenient and contrary are the "beds" that he'd have made! So "reigns" are jerked too sharply by tradition's hands—which smell! These "rich" will live like "people" ...sans "contempt" that they'd once held!
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And that's the problem neatly. It's our culture on its ear. ...But don't think we don't deserve it!  We have earned it? Face new fear!
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Values that were values "then," before our new "admissions," might be found to be the agents of our cowardly ambitions! Relieved, all bets are cancelled, and the "debt" just goes away. We'd find a brand new card game is the deal dealt that day!
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Too, you bet a *cosmic* card game with the deck all "strange" and "new." The face cards are peculiar... @nd th3y'r3 num83r3d str@ng3ly, t00...
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What is left within us when the future comes to pass... when we've made our fates transition and the future's here at last?
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...All that's left is love and fate... cleaner power we all have... power more expansive—a cosmic "kingdom" here at "hand."  This is my intuition; optimistic, I prepare. ...Comes vast accelerations; I contend concrescence glares.
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The sooner we all cop to this... the better off we'll be... as there's "much more to 'heaven' " than a "top-class" has, you see?
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That there's that clear autonomy to be found at "zero points." That there's, in fact, a "free lunch," and that's hemp not "smoking joints." That there's respect which we don't have when we're the brunt despised, and mere fodder for the callous and their psychopathic lies.


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net


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We're much better off and much better served by a vast marketplace of unruly, conflicting, and divergent ideas. Conformity is a cloying death subtle and suffocating.

It's like the biological reproduction issued from the bigger gene pool: more diversity equals more potential for success... more stuff to try.  More not being less.

More ideas means more thinking can be done out of the box, thinking done of needs. Thinking out of the box leads historically, almost invariably, to some kind of useful elevation or progression.

We would be as the gods... and why not? Weren't we struck stupid at Babylon by a collection of jealous gods for similar aspirations? ...Means it's possible, eh?

We could be as the gods... ...though, do we risk another spanking? If so, I'd say God's pretty chicken-shit, all respect to God.  Why burden us with aspirations forever disallowed.

I would aspire to "new things done in an unpredictable way." You, reader?

There are rewards to thinking outside the box precluding unfortunate consequences, I'm betting.  All our insights and high flying accomplishments come from confident leaps of justified conviction (read: a tested faith). There are punishments, too, sure. Today, people are still persecuted for ideas that they have, and they are further pilloried for the lawful expressions of those ideas. Here is your real blasphemy!

The irony is that there can be such egregiously shortsighted enmity in a nation that would otherwise (and so stridently!), pride itself on its appreciation of free expression... that there could be, then, such a gleeful suppression of same. If not gleeful then arbitrary. If not arbitrary then unethical. If not unethical then just plain wrong, and wrong minded, eh?

Not too long ago, less than a hundred years, we lived in an era of a current Republican's dream... it was a reality of unbridled and unregulated capitalism. It was an era without unions, workers rights, social security, product safety or individual justice. It was hell on earth for the garden variety human being; "Everyman" lived, injuriously, under the perpetual sword of an overly harsh social Damocles, even in our nation of nations... especially in our nation of nations!

The moment we began to allow (even grudgingly) for the free expression of ideas (and embrace an efficacious humanism) is the moment when we begin our aspirations into a 21st Century of productive individual self-determination and self-actualization. Not science! Sociology! Secular humanism open-minded and self-aware, if dwindled presently, using our compelling Cartesianism like a tool for the betterment of *Everyman,* not just the stockholders.  See, it's the vast majority who can't afford "stock" given the chicanery of the corporations issuing instruments of bupkis!

That's what Walt Disney preached in the 50's. Anything was getting ready to happen! It did, too. New things executed themselves in unpredictable ways.

Look at the advancements of the last fifty years and thank a barely tolerated cornucopia of secular renaissance ideas. The suppression of any idea in this context is illogical and corrosively contrary to that continued rise. I suspect that this assertion must be universally accepted. Death seems the only alternative. To whom are the dark ages laid but to the proclivities of the non-secular.

In the historic bible, God(s) whacked us at Babylon for demonstrating the potentiality to be as *they* were, not one wholly omnipotent God, mind you, but many, shall we say genetically superior and enlightened BEINGS—or just from where did 213 genes come from not accounted for in our genetic record?

Should we keep faith with a God who whacks us for thinking outside his box? Sounds like an abuse to me. Additionally, have you noticed how much less respect each individual has to be paid as the population goes, steadily and invariably, up—while our religious leaderships say, and do, nothing? ...And I mean no thing but that which facilitates themselves or their scurvy priorities.

Ideas...

Somebody knows.

Restore Ford... Read on!

Sunday, November 10, 2013

...Letters...

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What seems plain as virgin day: Agencies in disarray! Remember, it's a glad elite, said circumspect—and très discrete—who keeps real knowledge from us all with clever dodges, tricks and stalls. Facts and figures are distorted—"covered up"; it's well reported.
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UFOs they've hidden, friend, so we can't know what these portend.  Nameless lights are highly strange and... they are there to rearrange the feelings that we have for leaders we've elected—dull mouth breathers! 
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They don't work for us, you know? Though, "we the people" front their dough! ...And they're the tools of corporate masters; what's good for them spells our disaster!
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Their beginning's fraught with "stain." Hoover was a monster, plain. A wolf, and in his own employ, he lived a life that few'd enjoy.
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He kept these "records," massive files, though these were used to keep defiled... men who might have been courageous—sociopathy's contagious! Streets and buildings named for him hide God knows what contained within!
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Ruby Ridge and Waco show that Ed lives on, though, from below, burning in a hell he'd made while innocents lose lives betrayed.
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The FBI's just what we know, but other letters hide! Hello! Projects black as pitch or jet are busy with a work that's "wet..."
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We're informed it's "for your safety," but that's a road not traveled safely! Much that happens this way now... if we but knew we'd disallow! People suffer, families fall, and unknown secrets make us crawl, dancing to the tune of those... who keep those secrets, don't you know! We shan't have control of these. Our *letters* keep us on our knees.
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The CIA and ATF, are programs tacking right, not left. We don't know what they have done. We can't guess what tales are spun! We don't see their covert purpose. An oversight shall not alert us!
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Fed manure, plain and stark, we're just mushrooms in the dark! ...Only here to pay the bill for services they don't fulfill!  Kept in chains they've manufactured, we're depressed and broken—fractured! We're neutered, and then kept dependent; while some maintain a GRAND resplendence!
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It's all about autonomy, and how they covet it, you see? Aliens—the craft they fly—show cleaner ways to do things, Clyde!
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We might stop with "fossil fuels," and package food with stuff "reused." This information—perhaps obtained—contributes to our freedom's gain!  We shouldn't want to cheat and steal; folks deserve a better deal. ...But some would have us on their meter (Tesla could have done it neater) paying taxes that provide... the corporate welfare we decry.
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We're not kept abreast of things! Why? It complicates the toil of "kings." These are kings too arbitrary; rule of law's, to them, contrary. They infest our institutions, make the rules and constitutions, but use these as their mechanisms... puppets for their canted schisms.
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To buttress their autonomy, they'll treat you like an enemy; using *letters* like a club, they'll obfuscate the issues, bub!
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Anything can hide in there, where *letters* work; expect despair. A people's interests have no hope if they are but a "chosen's" joke.
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NASA is a strange pretender! The CIA? A black contender! The FBI we've just considered, so meditate we're not delivered! Don't forget the NSA as you can bet they've feet of clay! These have kept us in the dark; they're *letters* aping eel and shark. All our armies have their shops; they have their share of black ops-nauts.
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The OSI and GAO play cards precluding what we'd know. The SAT and ICI just muddy water—cloud your sky. The SBI and OSS, well, we can't know... ...It's your best guess!  We're beholden, on a clock, working—sweating—common stock.  On a treadmill, in a wheel, these preclude a real deal.


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net




Created specifically in 1952, the NSA was an agency approved, and justified only, to accomplish the following: it was to house and consolidate all the other agencies, bureaus, and intelligence shops efficaciously and with efficiency! It was conceived to facilitate oversight, engender accountability, and save money... even protect the garden variety American from the military industrial complex that Eisenhower passionately, if futilely, warned us against... .

The new umbrella agency was created... but not a single other agency was dissolved!
In fact their number only increased. Additionally, there is inadequate... no, I'm sorry, I mean... NO oversight, and there is more money spent now than there ever was — sinister augmenttations by an unknown but certainly considerable factor.

Regarding the FBI, well, it's always written a check its ass couldn't cash, and it has improved little since its first director used it to make himself an arbitrary king in this land where there are not supposed to be ANY kings... by LAW.

...God, but what must hide in some of those black vaults!

Somebody knows.
Restore Ford! Read on.