Good News Guy

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I guess I'm not a "good news guy" to most of you on square! Though that's my aspiration, so the irony's still there. And, yes, there's real irony given truth that I would share is the "perspicacious" poetry I compose because... I DARE!
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I'm rolled up tight and in your eye if you are unrepentant, if you are proud or arrogant—a "maladroit transcendent." If you would use just science, and but 2% of that, then find me charging up your nose ...or mashing it quite flat!
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...I've got flaws and errant foibles same as anyone who breathes. I aspire to the Boy-scout, though I'm way up off my knees! So, I can't stomach little men who hear without an *ear*... who are wrapped up in themselves—too much—or ruled by what they fear.
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These are dead before me like they never even were, if well beneath concerned contempt one feels for snakes or slurs! Yes, kicked at when they raise their heads, or round-housed with a board, some slights cannot be tolerated or egregious crime's ignored!
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Too, I'll cleave from that which plays me false, be it creed or God or man, and cleave to sensibilities flying higher... understand?  I'll eschew the "business man" condoning tricks and traps; he's known for what he really is... a prick in heaps and stacks!
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...Corporate greed is killing us, destroying all we know, and I can feel its fingers as they close around my throat! They are gain for *sake* of gain, all power and control, and they don't hear the bells, I think, which for them peal and toll! They are so last century, and embrace a sordid past! They are loath to lose those reins which keeps us at our bogus tasks!
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Labeled a "believer," I'm discarded to the fringe. I'm banished to the nether realms of the "psychotic" and "unhinged." Though, I have said before, my friend, that "I do NOT believe"! "Belief" is NOT my problem, folks! From "belief" I have reprieve!
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Belief is not the issue! It won't satisfy my need! I heed the "fact's" complicity I've extracted like a seed!  See, I don't believe duplicity and the issue of that breed... Like...I don't believe in Gods men made to cater to their needs! ...And needs of a *minority* I hastily would add, who practice cloaked perversities contented, safe, and glad!
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See, I don't believe in preachers who would speak in tongues of guile while they robbed the fearful hapless of their money, hope, and style! I won't believe a clergy who would prey upon our kids. Perversion's been the stock and trade of... monied fakes and squids!
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I don't believe in Presidents appointed by a court... or because his sibling Governor can provide corrupt support... I don't believe in agencies without an oversight which operate without regard to "decency" and "right."
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I don't believe "security" is found in errant "secrecy"... and I don't believe a wrong can make a right—that's pure indecency!  See, I don't believe "best practice" is in any way conserved if it comes as a result as what we know does not well serve!
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...I can't believe the journalist as "talking pretty head," a mere mouth piece for complacencies the mainstream spoons instead, and I can't believe Republicans who shan't pay down a debt they've encouraged by the rules they've made to suit the corporate set!
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I can't believe the smaller men who condone a narrow view; so hobbled by false paradigms they've lost their sense for truth. These generate consensus to facilitate their ends, to whatever weak agenda they've contrived and... just pretend.
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For these putrescent "pleasures" they have done egregious "things."  The wage we're paid is terror and the loathing that must bring!  We are not well served, we know, the fox in charge of hens, pretending—then—that such is so propounds a foul pretense
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Because some are befuddled by the way they think things are, because some are insentient and so cannot see their star, because they have but disrespect for any but their own... ...well, one lost himself a "Paradise" he once could call his "home"...
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Too, this is why I can't conceive a person so malformed... he must toady up to rich men with his honor rent and torn; he must beg for fickle favor without sickness in his gut, and then parrot propaganda that just keeps him in his "rut..."
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Rather... ...we were built to soar and cleave... even strike the face of God... of needs, if he would practice some offence, or used us in some unjust sense!

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We are what we make ourselves! We stand or fall alone... ...ourselves! Freedom and our self-respect is all we really crave, I've read!

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Now some would say "...that's not good news"! We tempt God's hand!” These cry, bemused! Still, I maintain we're "self-aware" and that's the message better shared!

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We would make the things we need from models we ourselves decreed! *Gods* have kept our nose to stones while "priest/kings" know we're NOT alone, and not of passion for our gain but for themselves, and at our pain!

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I sense, somehow, a better way than what's contrived: their price we pay. Sad, we are better served in doubt... than what our status quo's would spout.

See, we are ageless stardust laid... across the cosmos put and paid, deserving more respect that's real than what is tendered now, I feel. 

We must try, so then decide, what kind of world we'd abide.  Dog eat dog and Manor Lords, their sons who rape and make cruel sport... or take some pains to pay fair taxes, choose a life style more relaxing: living wages, single payer, safety nets... an ozone layer!

alienview@roadrunner.com
http://www.alienview.net/

It was once broadcasted (SDI #255, 8/30/03) that I lost credibility in the very educational if ironic Mortellaro affair of years past.  Educational because what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and ironic because the very name Mortellaro loosely means "death's overseer."  How is that not the Devil?
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Still, lost credibility?  A continuing consideration shows that I can must reject that observation handily, with all humility, and in total finality... if with all respect for the broadcaster, Dave Furlotte.  Credibility with others does not provide me the motivation suggested as alluded in the prosery above.  It's preferred of course, still, it remains unnecessary.
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Besides, to my mind, in my estimation, and through my filters I should have only gained credibility with the honoring interested as a result of my experience.  My behavior and honest sincerity never wavered.
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Mortellaro—also sucking in Budd Hopkins and David Jacobs, men passing for top tenure in Abduction research—was the presumed psychopath and certainly exposed charlatan. I can't allow it to be thought that I agree with Dave Furlotte's off-putting assessment as broadcast lo these many years ago.  Silent, I seem to agree.  I do not.
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Forgetting the corresponding lack of necessity and so questionable value of a predicted, if tedious, self-defense, here's why at five disparate levels:
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In the first place I showed some courage of conviction to swim against the angry tide in defense of a perceived truth and even (arguably) bit the hand that had been feeding me (so to speak) at SDI.  Strange Days Indeed, helmed by Errol Bruce-Knapp had, since 1996, considered me a fellow in the ethical pursuit of that perceived truth as regards UFO's.  I was on Errol's team, I'm on Errols team still...We both stated regret of those proceedings at the time. ...Glad that's behind me.  Errol, too.
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Still, I demonstrated that the truth (such as it is, was, and shall be) has more value for me than the comfort and exposure of belonging to convenient venues even increasing in relevance and a substantive popularity, as SDI certainly was. I would be compelled to do the "right thing" (as perceived), first. Recent significant others could bear this out, I'm afraid. All respect is there, too.
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In the second, I explored that *truth* pursued under the microscope of a consistent philosophy of some stability. As I've written, that philosophy assigns more value to tested faith than the untested variety even as Aristotle is benched, of needs, for the more multifaceted player, Plato! Plato understood that Chaos is the mother of any Cartesian reductionist's "order" and it is inappropriate to forsake one for the other... immoral even. Neither Yin nor Yang, reader, it's the edge between them defines us, all and one.
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I made a written record regarding the substance of those evaluations (and experiences) to substantiate that *truth* discovered about Jim Mortellaro. At the end of the evaluation I let the chips fall where they fell. They fell decidedly foul for me. It was, in my opinion, a foulness of wasted time and other regrets.  Still, that's the way it rolled. Heavy sigh, eh?
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Still, I stayed true to a philosophy expressed consistently since 1996. I'd wager that few—who know me at all—are remotely surprised at the actions I took in defense of a perceived truth. Then and now, reader, at my peril with regard to significant others, too.  Conscience does not abide infidelity.
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On the third, I have demonstrated that I can admit error—even when not under duress to do so— as the ongoing "evaluation" indicates and so demands it. Consequently, an aforementioned consistency was maintained.
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I've always counseled that the admission of an error is, still, a step up (philosophically), so I could do no less given my clear error as it regarded that wholly scabrous and disingenuous scourge Jim Mortellaro. I don't perceive it as a "stretch" that this fact, alone, is worth the price of my re-admission to a modicum of trust if it is lacking. I'm not afraid to make a mistake. I'll make more. I'll own up to those, too. ...An effort will be made, of course, to keep these to a minimum.
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Of the fourth, given the same real-time circumstances? I would do all the same things I did—say the things I said, write the things I wrote—over again because it was in accordance with what my non-conflicted beliefs were, at the time. I can make no apology for sincerity, earnestness, and the authenticity of my actions—which remained ethical and above board—only the eventually discovered lack in efficacy of them. Hindsight is 20/10, nes't ce pas?
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Regarding a final fifth I would aspire to do the same thing again in the future if similar convictions manifested themselves in my spirit... because I aspire to bravery, conscience, integrity, intelligence, and free thought or expression of same! No reader worth a flying joust at rolling doughnut could expect me, or themselves, to do any less. Capable of shame, I am in no way ashamed of myself. The reader, on reflection, may find little reason, themselves, to be ashamed of me, or to speculate adversely on my credibility.  I've taken pains to be true.
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I think the accuracy of this tedious self-evaluation on the state of my ufological "credibility" can be measured in the guileless attitudes and open-armed behavior of both Mr. Velez and Mr. Knapp upon my return to SDI. These two gentlemen welcomed me back with such warmly uncomplicated and immediate friendliness that even I—who might have expected collegiate behavior from them given my mea culpa and genuine innocence in the turbulent affair—remain astonished by it! Not a hint of I told you so, folks. Richly deserved... ...Not a peep.
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If these two of the most inconvenienced (per se) of my *critics* (per se) had little problem with my (aggregate) credibility then perhaps the interested reader should re-evaluate any problem they might have with same. Just writing the report, folks—compelled to such and so.
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With all respect to Mr. Furlotte, then, who honestly calls them as he sees them and who I'm certain aspires to the same qualities of bravery, conscience, integrity, intelligence, and free thought as do I... in this instance? Well—he's got another "take" coming. [g].
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Closing, here is the unheralded reason for account settling in this manner about an occasion where I gladly admit my arrears. I would sing the praises for tirelessly credible UFO researchers and other contributors of significance: Feschino, Friedman, Hastings, Dolan... and Dave Furlotte among significant others, but of that ilk. I would not provide for that service to them if I was unwilling to first qualify myself as stronger and more credible exactly because I have endured the attentions of psychopaths and charlatans, eh? These didn't "kill" me, and I am stronger.

Read on.

Dissonant Cognitions

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This scourge we endure is called "Cognitive Dissonance."  It squanders our spirit and keeps us in chains. Our souls are made worthless and we're then indifferent to conscience increasingly sullied and strained.
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Now CD's a lie, but a way one will cope. ...Abused tools to avoid a true test of ones "faith." Yeah, we lie to ourselves about something egregious (?)—"admissions," forthcoming, would lose "too much face"!
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True, most would agree that their motives aren't "bad." The *evil* they do is, then, seldom opposed. Remaining ensconced is that poisonous dissonance; all reason is trashed with the truth so disposed.
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So, take a deep breath and reject those perceptions. There's more going on than is seen on the "news."  Injustice abounding ... you've had the same insight. So feel the outrage and hear the same tune!
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Our schools? They're contrived, second rate—mediocre! Too, this is the plan at the core of design.  Teachers betrayed are prefered mediocre promoting cognition that's stunted and blind!
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Their mission's production of docile "employees"! That task is pursued with a furious cant. They're happy as hell with the things as they'd have them and won't give an inch, I confirm no small wrath!
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Yeah, all must contrive that their motives are "pure." The wrong that they do, then—never erased. Remaining in place is the horror been done; the truth is besmirched and all honor effaced!
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It's all just a game that some play for themselves. This game, is at best, a destroyer of shame. It's "wrongs" never righted, this fuels the convictions of those who would hate us—like we're not to blame!
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The shame? It's unbearable! CD is a salve!  It changes that shame to a... fatuous pride! The pride of our action's a shield, confusing, and a horse we'd quite readily beat 'till it's died.
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See, hidden from us is the shame we should feel. Our consciences gone or forsaken—betrayed!  "Accepted behavior" must gyre in a spiral we know we should hold with tremendous distaste!
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It's *evil*; it's *sinful*; its *error* is plain. It keeps us confined, and opposed with ourselves. This makes us repellant to them now observing who witness our slide to a self-fulfilled hell!
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alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net

That is what we do. That is what we make. That is what we are. 
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We are of what we make ourselves: convenience, forgotten promises, and unrealized dreams... if we wish it so.  The antithesis remains as a ready alternative.  See, anyone really wanting something has will.  Left or right's a matter of will.  Up or down.  In or out.  All or none.  Good or bad.  Will.  Too, it's the individual makes such will, so.  Each individual has to buy in, individually.  Put a few individuals together and the mountain comes to Mohammed, eh?
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Consider. It's all built on conscious choice, still. We decide to accept the unacceptable, dehumanize the invented competition, and refuse to explore a potential for real synergy with them—label it *socialism* and demonize it as *communism*... deride it as *liberalism* or revile it as *humanism*.  Could we be further from the mark reviling the aforementioned in many cases correct and sensible behavior?  Communism might be legitimately hated, still, one must remember that that's a reaction to the unfettered and irresponsible devined right of kings and then later the pathology of unrestricted or unregulated capitalism... ...can you say "The Koch Brothers? 
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Frankly, it's quite plain we manufacture our staid excuses for same out of a conveniently contrived cloth, sincerely. This is a cloth to suit individual prosecutions of our own sociopathy. See, we change our minds to suit convenience and with a tilt of our heads and a turn of a phrase, do the most egregiously mindful things in full knowledge that these things remain wrong on any level one cares to consider.  Is this ease with which psychopathy presents itself in any way a correct behavior or best practice?  Small reflection dictates a sensible "no." 
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Cognitive Dissonance... a cognitive process (recognized by one Dr. Leon Festinger) designed to, in large part, parasitically and unethically profit at the dire expense of another and then continue to live contentedly and comfortably—even happily—with the knowledge of same.   That's not a definition, by the way; that's a result.  The definition is the will to intellectually force what "can't in fact fit" to "fit in fact".....Horrors beyond imagining, and it's not aliens eating our heads! It is us ourselves.
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Columbus, by report, performed a cognitive dissonance bringing slavery to the western hemisphere, consider, according to James W. Loewen in Lies My Teacher Told Me.  A very dirty-dealing Christopher—a lying, cheating, thieving, and serial-murdering-for-profit brand of "Chris" from the primary references—initially found his "Indians" delightfully spiritual beings as "uncomplicated and intelligently innocent as gifted children"—to paraphrase from his own hand. 
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Only later would he classify them as "guileful vermin" when he realized—with his second thought—that they could be terrorized into collecting gold for him in a color coded system that, oh by the way, lost the reluctant collector a nose or an ear ...or a child... if he didn't cough up the dictated tithe, on time... ...Horrors beyond imagining as I said...
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Columbus had to "change his mind" to suit subsequent events fertilizing his gleeful artifice for unbridled sociopathy.  Simply refusing to see himself as the *monster* he was, he changed his attitude to fit the facts, and then demonized what he knew to be innocent people in a manner facilitating his continued sleep at night... presuming he could sleep.  I'm betting he could...
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The Church, of course, in its own monstrously refined brand of Cognitive Dissonance, raised the level of CD to an art form!  Religion (gods created to do the bidding of men creating them) busily smoothes the progress of every bit of the preceding... what! Hey... a Pope's gotta eat!
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We, you and I, practice a kind of cognitive dissonance when we ignore what's obviously before our own bruised noses—noses ironically bleeding because we won't chance our attention further a-field! Why, we ignore—in the aggregate—UFOs (for example) and a full accounting of facts regarding them, and they are known by the non-elected leadership!
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This begs the emblematic question. Who profits in this legislated, continuing and traditional ignorance regarding UFOs, et sig al?
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Why is this truth so elusive and unknown? Why is it so furiously guarded, ignored, or discounted?  Thing is (I'm betting) this truth profits me and you, reader, if at the expense of "him" who'd profiteered previously, eh?
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We are kept from the truth—and we are—... oh, we are, reader... not because we couldn't handle it, good friend, but because it is to the non-elected leadership's hull breaching detriment to let the truth go! Could it actually be that the truth would set us free? I'd further bet the farm on it!
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With regard to the UFOs, you and I are Columbus' Indians, good reader, and we mindlessly fill our little hawk's bill of gold for the "man" just like those callously abused Indians of the early 1500s, whether we know it or not; we've just been conditioned to go along with it, encouraged by a corrupt mainstream to even think it *good*, by right, right and honorable! That may not be... is not in my experience.
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Our evil is made over into something more palatable by our subconscious so as to continue horrific behaviors conveniently judged too egregious—and too costly or embarrassing—to change.  30,000 children starve to death on this planet every day, by way of example.  We tolerate that.
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Cognitive Dissonance: the tool of the sociopath to avoid the price of his sociopathy, but a "bill" that, by definition, must come due for someone sometime, and so, tragically, limit the aggregate advancement of everyone.  Let's pay that bill.  Let's take that responsibility.
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The more we hold to these spurious justifications for traditional sociopathy with Cognitive Dissonance the more we damage our progression into the larger future... the longer we keep ourselves from the stars and the beings who must live between them.  Isn't it, just, that plain?
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Read on.
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