Fringe Forthcoming

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There is such duplicity in much that I survey or see, as I review this thing we're in that charms and beckons, called: the "fringe."  Remains: reminds us what we are, dusty motes... exploded stars... or a piece of what's perceived as we perceive we're off our knees.  Most deny this grand expanse—confine themselves with eye askance.  Yet, all must sense how close they are as they perceive those "restless" stars.
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These traipse the sky while you are watching.  Might these portend a change forthcoming!
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It's alluring, this attraction; it teases, hinting satisfaction. Yes, interest drawn upon the 'fringe' is what provides improvement's swinge!  Cleaner power... transportation, medicine sans perturbation. ...Longer lives and better too, perspicacious, smart, and true.  We would be the gods we'd mind, an efficacious humankind...
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See? It's that which keeps "researchers" going—pressing forward—loathing slowing!  Too, on the track of fresher game than what's allowed by those we "name."  These are scabrous skeptibunkies: Nickell, Nye, or Shermer's flunkies. Plait, McGaga, Robert Sheaffer, Oberg, Posner... science Quakers.
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These at best? Reflexive skeptics! Something less than, say, reflective! ...At worst they are an evil scourge and typify a coward's purge!  By no means are they "scientific; what they are is scientistic. They produce profuse appraisals regards what's unexamined!  Facile!  See, science is as science does; the fruit's produced!  Well, always t'was.
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...Still, most would be the first to share... some "new stone tablets" promised there... where "beings" at last appear from space—though, not our ilk nor from our place!
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Who would chose to not be named, remembered long, revered in fame—to make "first" contact with a being from somewhere else... a fame not fleeting!  What it does is change all things, and some of that is what change brings: strife and upset, sturm and drang, rent's past due... the fat gal sang.  Though, there's of course the flip-side too: a vaster life for me and you.
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More than diamonds or mere gold (but translates neatly, I've been told) FAME is what's desired, friend, but draws the worst from lesser men. It will make some lie and steal or cheat their fellows from what's real, or cripple them in other ways... to "load their dice" so "lose their way."
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The "best," at best, must lose conviction... or covet data in restriction. The worst will take the CSICOP's stand: proclaim denial—out of hand!  It remains that people see, between their houses—over trees—that which comes to folks at night!  ...Not causing terror, panic—fright, but only as they've not been told what we have known since times of old!  That is where the fear comes from; that misdirection makes us dumb.
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Misdirection works AGAINST—repairs denial's crumbling fence!  They hoard the data or deny it... and what 'remains' is then derided! The "mainstream" works against disclosure, but gives the "loony" his exposure, along with 'experts' who then shill their standard skeptibunky swill.
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...There's a "syndrome" I've uncovered, an incubated CSICOP cover. It promotes what people see as "misinformed insanity"! Folks are "crazy," "misdirected," or "bilked" by cheats and thieves "detected"!  Even though that's largely true?  ...There's more to Earth and Heaven, too!
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These COPs deny vast "space" and "time," the "odds", "reports"—and all my rhyme—to seal themselves within that "bottle" proposed by [errant] Aristotle!  See, there is more than these allow, and more enriched by Plato, how?  ...We know we don't perceive Jack's spit.  We think we do?
We're full of it.  No, what exists be'twixt the spaces we don't know are there?  ...Evasive?  ...Not if that's what Physics says! If they don't I'll eat my fez.
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There is such duplicity that we allow like some disease to limit courage and resolve, and from then which... we'd be absolved!  Some will use this as they please to keep a 'rival' on her knees; some will use it as a ploy to 'own' the data they'd destroy. All will suffer for these few who profit to betray the truth...
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Yeah—all sides err, it's plain as day, so trust is hard and most refrain, but play into the hands of those... who ape that king without his clothes!  Reach for what you will my friend... ...or what's a heaven for?  Unbend!
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What is to be done with this, this errant thing we know exists, this travesty and sad affair that we endure and know is there.  ...This cover-up, conspiracy, dissatisfaction's misery.  ...What's a cure we could employ to force disclosure we'd enjoin!
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...And, if we wanted stark RESULTS, it's Daniel Sheehan we'd consult!  Turn him loose with some odd millions, quaking in their boots, the villains...  He would slice the snarled knot of paranormal "what you got" as he has proved against all odds; it's folks like him should get our nod!
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Too, that's just why he's been ignored, and corner-shot, with Greer deplored because in court he stalks the beast so soundly beaten ...say the least! Why, he convicted Ollie North and Silkwood's murder in due course. He produced at Wounded Knee a splendid native victory. He defended "Dr. Mack" who put "abduction" on the map, and he would do no less for 'us'! He would succeed, or try, I trust!
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See, this is where we hugely err because dismissed are those who dare! Anyone who'd walk "high noon" is shown the door, dismissed a loon, and kept below the "radar" used to see our way passed its abuse. Assigned a "margin" they don't earn, it is from these that we might learn!  ...And that's too much damned irony for folks aspiring off their knees.  Consciousness is not regarded, it's dumbed-down and then made retarded.



alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net

The "Mothman Futility Syndrome" behavior is the contrived—so near inevitable—defeat, ruin, and despair visited upon that individual who invariably fails to get to the bottom of (or provide "adequate" explanation for) a paranormal experience manifesting itself to him or her... and which, by reason of it actually being embedded so deeply into the existential and corporeal, that person cannot ignore.
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It is NOT self-caused. It is a cruel imposition by shiftless, if advantaged, cowards!  These cowards show no respect for you, reader. Here's how.
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Everyone has heard tales about someone who went over the edge or "off the deep end" chasing UFO's, Bigfoot, or Loch Ness Monster affairs. Some of these persons lose jobs, loved ones, self-respect, and even their lives regarding extant if outré mainstream-derided incidents—proclaimed as "lack-witted paranormal snipe-hunting excursions"—so, allegedly, persons destroyed of their own accord and actions. Remember, I said not self-caused.
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Though, it would appear that these persons drive themselves "crazy" trying to "know the unknowable," or, in other words, chasing "obvious" folly. In the words of one man: making the choice between "not finding out" about "something" and... "...living a normal life."
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Just those two fallacious choices of "either/or" again, but that is what CSI would have one believe, at any rate. The villain in this piece, reader, is not that hard to see.
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...More forthcoming.
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Restore John Ford

Pretending Pawls...

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I respect the "Real Deal," perceived a shining star... preferred: the true reality... proposed above the present bar, and though perhaps contentious or too quick on the offensive? I am doing what I'm doing to confront the lie pretended.
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See? What are they pretending but the lie that we're "alone," that there is not clear evidence: ancient ink and ageless stone, that there is much beneath the "shroud" our culture would impose! Ironic, it's an 'Emperor' bereft of any clothes!
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What are they pretending with our "mainstream" in its yoke, contrived for corporate interests, so a lapdog—an embarrassed joke; denying what real people are reporting without fail, though they suffer for their trouble: slings and arrows—even jail!
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What are they pretending? Robber Barons run amok! Thieves manipulations to ensure them means to keep "good luck." Business has a power that is near to absolute, and corrupted absolutely is that power—that's the truth!
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What are they pretending as the Earth begins to warm, or consider dying oceans just the start of what we'd blithely harm! We could take the steps right now to "cleanly" move to space, but psychopaths destroy us all in self-absorbed disgrace!

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What are they pretending as our children starve to death, and those who live are crippled by the hatred you'd, for sure, expect? Too true, we make our enemies... more often than is not, but what would come from greed we show to those who haven't "got"!
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What are they pretending with egregious tyrannies discounting individuals surviving callused—beat-up—knees? Invention's disrespected when "disturbing" status quos... which must have their way regardless, or become—yes sir—ones greatest foe!
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What are they pretending as they practice a denial that's an insult to intelligence held against us at some future "trial"? Humanity is judged, or not, by who, it's said, is there; not God or all his angels ...but an ET!  I despair!
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What are they pretending while ignoring, in the sky, the lights which move so weirdly as they weave or bob—but clearly fly? We've enough reports from folks who claim they interact... with an alternate intelligence... abducting them in fact?
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What are they pretending as they hide and cover tracks, or make up "pretty" histories our kids reject, in fact! What use?! A lie's a lie but smells so sweet, and transfers all too well... contributing to an ignorance that sends us ALL to hell!
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So they should stop pretending that they validate "best practice" in ways which only signify, at best, "convenient" practice. There is much, too much, at stake, much more than we now know, and shall we find the denouement to reap what we would sow?
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We're best served the real deal without the mad pretence, some truth in our reality, sincere forthcoming-ness! A place where stealthy psychopaths are checked by 'rule of law' and where there is fidelity, say, beyond a CSICOP's pawl!


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net

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Klasskurtxian pawls, what should be mechanical locks to preclude a reverse operation, operate in reverse, of course.  With their aid we back-step and step back.  See the difference?  The former is our failure and the latter its consequence.
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Theirs is the catch in our cultural wheel that should, by their protestation, otherwise ratchet society only forward! ....Discouraging, they would proclaim, even precluding effortless back-step or back-slides... and of needs even removing the pawl entirely where required and sensible!  This is found not to be the case.
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Too, generally facilitating that reversed pawl—and so backsliding to a previous position already tried and rejected—Klasskurtxians won't recognize and identify their self-denying back-steppage as a hindrance to aggregate societal advancement... which is no longer assured, even guaranteed lost with their self-involved administration!  They must at last see themselves as an organization and initiative so toxic to creatively efficacious intelligence—and even a general quality of life—that it buggers perspicacious credulity!
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Again, klasskurtxians operate a reverse ratchet in a facilitated slide to a previously held position suiting THEM!  They lurk there awaiting another opportunity for a regressive slip, but take heart. Klasskurtxian days are numbered, even if it's still, very unfortunately, likely a big number. The reader can take heart in their eventual demise.
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See, Like a Rush Limbaugh of the rabid counter-paranormal, a Klasskurtxian ignores the facts, creatively spins the evidence, and discounts the proof embraced by opposing institutions, divergent individuals, or ideas contrary to their own... then astonishingly accuses others of those devolving  behaviors practiced!  Too, the Klasskurtxian lacks the consistency it would otherwise demand in others and prosecutes its very canted and self-serving agenda in a decidedly convenient and one sided manner complimenting, again, only its reductionist self.  It's not science unless they say it is, these abject and self-appointed arbiters of their own convenience... ever imposed on others.
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By way of example, klasskurtxians embrace intellectual, "think cloak" fallacies like that old turnip about "extraordinary claims requiring extraordinary evidence," for instance. Remember the preceding is only a clever dodge to ensure a Klasskurtxian controlled definition of evidence which is constantly raising its own evidentiary bar or horizon but receding to a prefered if fallacious position!
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Too, it employs "Occam's razor," an applied—if errantly utilized—rubric providing cant to the simplest possible explanation as the correct one, always.  This is used to justify 'BALLOONS' taken for hovering objects... balloons, I point out, not shot down in a hail of antiaircraft fire over Los Angeles in 1942 (AA exploding shell-detritus was killing people on the ground!), and 'VENUS' for a huge triangular craft witnessed by hundreds if not thousands (and five counties of police officers) over south Illinois in 1991...
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Give aggregate humanity a freaking break!
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If the reader has the slightest doubt regarding the preceding they only have to take an enjoyably informative gander at Jerry Cohen's very excellent and "reasonably welded" website at http://www.cohenufo.org/ and compare it with the all-proclamation-and-churlish-pronouncements whiningly pontificated at the CSI site (CSICOPia abandoned!) STILL found at http://www.csicop.org.
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Cohen deconstructs a Klasskurtxian CSI at every turn, rationally negates many of CSIs ufological presumptions (blighting the rest), and invalidates, magnificently —with some humor and a dash of appropriate sarcasm— the presumed charter and mandate of CSI's core organization. Don't take my word for it. Go see for yourself. The dragon, if not dead, lies dying with Cohen's lance in its scaly chest!

Mr. Cohen, a hero unsung, is old guard—been around and diligently if quietly researching for years—but he is descriptive of a new breed of ufologist using the opposition's own arguments as evidence of that opposition's fallaciousness. Mr. Cohen refreshingly goes, unlike CSI, where the data leads. Rare bird, THAT!

Too, Cohen very clearly provides citation along with his rationally progressive thinking in a hyper-textual manner balancing both sides of the contentious argument magnificently—the complete antithesis of a pretending CSI! Finally, he makes it transparently obvious that our cultural deck is sullenly stacked by an officious faux-mainstream devoid of the same veracity that it demands of its hapless adherents and makes it measurably clear, additionally, that not only are we not in "Kansas" anymore, good reader, maybe we were never in "Kansas," at all!

Read on.