Sunday, March 30, 2014

...Perforce!

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Some go beyond all limits in transgression, I assert. Opposed to same, this "service" paid by "lip": See, "letters" drooling poison make a heinous circulation, and we make ourselves the less to honor this!
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Not this letter mind you! This? A letter read aloud! A letter in defense and of the light! I speak of coward's letters, then, injected on the sly. A murmured assignation lacking "stomach" for a fight!
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Do you think he's stopped because, perforce, you do not even "see" him? No, his way's perseveration, 'till he's dead! Too, I submit a "shadow runner" must prefer to "run in shadow" as the light precludes his comfort, it's been said.
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...And that's the way of slugs and snails sans bones to stiffen backs, and sans such, then, they cannot stand erect!  The talk they "talk" won't walk its "walk" and their courage must desert them... ...there was precious little "courage" to detect!
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These "letters" are corrosive—lacking aspect they just fake—shooting "shadow-shots" from corners where they hide! They do not break the surface, they're just murmurs out of sight, so if they can't go public they're a scourge bereft of right!
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Too, I'd have thought us better than to poison our own wells, but that is what's occurring in low tones. If these concerns are valid then I'd think that in the open... is, then, where this whole "discussion" be condoned.
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...And, if one cannot be forthright,and desist the slander used, then one should "hold their mud" and just step off!  One should make their peace, old sod, and live to let one live... but preclude these "snipes" or "whispers" I've called out!
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See, I'm an honest sort of guy. I've lived consistent years; I disavow the faults been whispered there!  In my fashion I am stalwart and an efficacious kind—of the sort that sticks his chin out, or the sort who takes a dare!
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Still, from where would come an enmity used, perforce, to take me down? Why demean my very character so badly?  Why divorce my contribution from the dialog we'd seek just because some are so tight-assed, I add gladly.
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These go beyond the tightassed where you want to know the truth—where facts are perspicacious and respected.  They're dirty-playing scalawags avoiding lip-served ethics they distort to suit their ends.  Be disaffected.
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Still why destroy my effort if I want to take some action that's proactive, open-minded, if  opposed? Don't count on cheeks as turning when I catch you in the act! I'll gather up some shirtfront and then punch you in the throat!
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Too, what's been solved by my detractors? What's been done in all this time… that the principals involved have solved, at best?  They're moving nowhere closer to the questions one might ask. We still wander in confusions we detest!  Contribution has been lacking and bereft of all good sense, a stirring at the bottom of our pond. Suffice to say turbidity's increased beyond all sense; sensibility is sullied, flayed, and conned.
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Perhaps one's "disconcerted" by my "perspicacious" tone, regarding which I'll have no shame about! I contend I'm like the moth, perforce, compelled too close to "flame," but compelled to better questions? "Flames" I'll flout!
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I'm not your vagrant nut-roll, see; I'm not easily dismissed!  I have a ready confidence I'll employ! Too, trifle in impertinence or sneer at me to learn that I've a literary saber you'll enjoy!
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There's more to me than meets your eye. Perforce, you have been warned... I'm an unrelenting rage of sharp ablation!  See, I get the correspondence that's employed in your "campaigns"... I can see that you attempt—assassination!
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So I provide this testament, appropriate and true, I'm held in high regard and have endorsement! It's obviously needed, this shameless self-promotion, as "whispers" have no rules or law enforcement!
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...I'd strike the sun if it offended me... ...and some provide offense, and some beyond the limits of the pale!  These owe effuse apologies and seven figure damages for slander—called "per se"—whom I assail!


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net



I'm over 65 so I offer that I am authorized some small pretentiousness... though, I won't call it that at all.  I've an aspiration to sincerity and grasp.  I aspire to snatch the literary stars from the sky and show them you, pour them into your hand... thrill and inspire you...
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Moreover, I've flown helicopters down that barrels of big guns, taken hits, and been forced down in combat; I'm entitled to my aspirations and pretentions.  I'll snatch them from the reader's covetous hand as mine remembering I served better than I was served!
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Further pardon, please, my overweening "pretentiousness," but if the expression is in verse, the expression is in verse. Put that on a growing list of things I'm not ashamed of... ...Moreover, know that one so moved to the irritation alluded to can pack, north of their anxious anal prolapse, some wet sand and freshly broken glass.
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To wit... end the whispers now. If they're good enough to be made at all, they're good enough to be made in public where they can be produced with a respected conviction obviously lacking heretofore, or they'd be said straight out, right?
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Too, they wouldn't be whispers any longer... but that's OK.  The only good whisper is a reverent whisper.
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On the subject of clarity?  I submit that you don't have to remotely wonder what I'm writing about, eh?  No, you have to do the, albeit, harder thing; you have to FACE what I'm writing about.  All the information is there and most of the right words are used.  No apologies that they chap an occasional ass.  It remains one learns to use their right-click, define the meme, and take a step up!

Restore John Ford! 

Sunday, March 16, 2014

No Taste For Worship...


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So, you think that I'm pretentious where it's you the Philistine... ...with all your taste so landlocked in your mouth! That I'd crash your specious heavens to recover satisfaction is the problem that you're really on about. That I would question hoary "truths," in word and paint and deed is the fuel for your 'assessment'... the excuse you don't concede!
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See, I'm more than mere "pretentiousness"! I'm glaring with contentiousness! I'm all the valid guidance I need trust. I'm a pie with righteous filling, and my content is fulfilling to an "art," I'm thinking, has abundant crust!  Moreover, my attention can be caustic (it transpires to the toxicwhere your "mechanisms" wither from its touch.  Your hubris is offensive and that's why you're apprehensive and it's where I would defeat you; as, I must.
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Too, you think that I am arrogant? Well—that does me glad, my friend! All that is, is more example where you're 'off'.  I'm way beyond mere "arrogance", I would DARE to "soar and cleave"... it is clear that you have missed the point, for cost! That thing I have is confidence you're finding so offensive. It's provoking your dismissal, friend! It's why you're so defensive.
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I'm more than merely "arrogant"! I'd ridicule your ignorance: that which keeps you in a "darkness," I'll not have! ...And I've a strong suspicion that you see as "further still," what's perceived as well behind me," by my "nav"...
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You are, quite right, in one regard. I have a 'love' for self. If I didn't (?) then I'd have none left for you! A "love of self" is crucial, and respected by ones fellows! To have value one must dare to seek self-truth! The trick's to keep humility, and be honest with your folks, then these folk might find you interesting (?), and genuine (?)—not a joke!
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Don't "believe your own report cards" or be a quick and easy discard, as it's folks will queue up quick to pull your tail... Ones love for self is fine until you "get a taste for worship... ...then they're bringing out their hammers...boards and nails..."
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Too, I'd call myself an artist, or a poet if I pleased, as that one to be convinced (?) is finally... me! I don't need your validation to continue what I'm doing 'cause I know that at the end (?), I'm off my knees! ...And, free to sneer at craggy peaks of culture's glad conceit, I provide for satisfactions I'm denied by its deceit!
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"Perception is reality," and I don't strain credulity, I'm saying "I believe"... good neighbor... ...you can too! I am the kind of artist of the type that pleases me. I'm a poet who'd relate a quest for truth.
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Too, most folks prove they get it as they write me frequent notes, if they've found that my expressions are spot-on! When the meter and my visions have combined to share a story that has touched them in good ways—that can't be wrong! If I provide assistance to my fellows of that kind, I can see a little further yet, myself, in my own mind!
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Too, I perceive I'm indiscreet, but risen to my righteous feet! I spread my arms and take my "leap of faith"! The arms of friendly people needn't catch me, I'm not falling (!), and I'm lightly touching truth upon her face!
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...And, YES! I'm seeing UFOs which fly from time to time, as I look into my starry stellar reaches! ...Too, I can't care a wit if people think I might be crazy when I write 'em up in pieces that concede it! Christ, yes, I'm seeing UFOs! They're there if you look up! They're as common cream and sugar in a cosmic coffee cup!  One must eschew their ego and then open up the fence, contrive, perhaps, to drop their fearful gates. To lose an inhibition not constructive on the whole, to give up on their bigotries and hates!
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Propeller heads agree that "they are out there" (!), don't you see? They are "out there," ...but these can't accept they're... here! That threatens their "investments" and the "way" they've lived their lives, and it whispers in the dark to trembling ears...
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So forget that I'm "pretentious", as I see things as they are and, I'm not that much impressed by your indifference. My "arrogance" is confidence that I'm on the better path... to a future quite ignoring your indifference! See, I'll choose to steer my own course, follow muses I can hear, and write those satisfactions I report... ...and sans all fear!
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Even failing I aspire to have that place where I'm on fire and perhaps to even grasp it, I beseech. "Mighty forces" give assistance where the brave avoids resistance and they make ones grasp more equal... to a reach!
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Too! I'll always take your "challenge," hoss, but stay outside your tiny box! There's more to space and sky than you have told! See, friend, you're a liar so, must make a "buttocks sandwich," but replace that processed cheese with... yes, your nose!
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Please!  Dismiss me as "pretentious," and good friend?  I'll eat your face!  Your offensive lack of courage cants civility. That I would make the reach, beyond yourself, where you're too timid! The consequence?  My "Incomprehensibility."


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net



Scratching through!

No meanness like old meanness.

Sunday, March 02, 2014

...Numbed...

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Science is wondrous! It gives us ourselves! Its gift's a release from our "devils" and "hells."  It's turned us to *gods*—though a lower case "g"—and it's gone a long way for the "brave" and the "free." It's made us efficient, extended our reach, expanded our grasp... all in all? It's a peach!
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...But that's a veneer made too much of itself!  Remains it's a threat to our happiness! Health!  Terence McKenna was to show, in his day, that science wrote checks that its ass couldn't pay! Science: a tool for efficient incision, but what it is NOT is religious conviction.  Verily, yes, it is this that it does, with a wave and a nod and an arrogant buzz: but proudly demand that itself be the judge of that it dismisses, ignores... and misjudged.
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...Still, it shows we're a mote in the eye of the cosmic, a flicker of sentience not alone in the dark! It flies in the face of complacent indifference, our pride, self-possession and a hubris gone stark! Though, we choose to avoid larger lessons it teaches, that we're a mere speck in the eye of some God who is so far above us he's blithely forgotten to give us attention, and so spares us his rod!
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Perforce we are plagued with an odious ignorance... the sordid results of those faults all our own, as some lack respect for the folk shoved beneath them... where lacking compassion draws blood from a stone!
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Yes, some we "ignore," and these keep for themselves, the secrets improving our lives? Bloody HELL!!
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The secret? That—power—to stand quite alone, take control of your "self", and be—safe—in your home? Well, not trifled by persons providing short change, withholding respect and then showing disdain! There is a free lunch that will keep us alive beyond the constrictions of some, I surmise. But profit's now made with its roots in what's passed and we are obliged to "light farts"read "burn gas."
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"Some" worship proud science and grind to a halt! Their message is shallow! Its substance needs salt! Their shtick is a limit imposed to pretend that they, quite alone, are your saviors and friends. But that's an untruth and the same kind of lie that I find in man's Gods I decry and despise. See, worship your science and find, with a start, you're losing direction, your purpose—your heart!
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The "mainstream's" co-opted, distorted, deranged, and pulled from the path of a truth-seeking brain! Its true use corrupted from what it should be—a "sense" that is "common", yet wise, and—YES!—free!
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The mainstream's been hijacked by those with "agendas," psychopaths burning our bridges "befriend" us, and we're at a loss in their sea of malfeasance... They've hijacked our will... ...then expect an obeisance!
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My common sense tells me that UFOs are; forgetting we can't know they come from the stars.  Though I am amazed at the conscience of some who would discount the evidence, so prove they're benumbed. Numb in a way that insures our dependence... Numb in a way that precludes our release... Numb in a way that is self-manufactured and lurking those shadows? Disgrace and defeat!
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The "bunkies" opposing are busily passionate, the rest of us tired and lacking resolve. The bunkies are focused, concordant, and allied, the rest us back-bite, or quibble and stall. The bunkies get "air time" and coast the main stream, truthseekers self-publish or live in their dreams.
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So how does it work that the least has the most; that the few will abide as the rest become toast. Well, the bunkies have "science" and "God" on their side, so the rest of us suffer a psychopath's ride! None call it treason that few would conspire to limit the heights to which we'd aspire. Though we are constrained, and against our best interests! Misinformed and benumbed: we are weak and defenseless!
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Comes a new dawn when the Eschaton's here. Concrescence is looming to predispose fear. We as we were? Well, we won't have a clue. We as we'll be? Friend, that's a guess, too.

alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net



Man's Gods.  God's of "Man."  Memes and ideas, compelling though they may be and created by an individual, first, to stay on a perceived intellectual incline, are ultimately hijacked and corrupted by the unelected few to do the convenient bidding of those few.  These are the the remnants of betrayed Truth, reader, caught in a cloying aspic of lies and wielded by psychopathic charlatans wearing dresses and collars. Though, expires "the man's" God as man expires, perhaps.  What is God without humankind but regarded not at all.  Verily.  That's what happens to a "God" you invent to do your own bidding.
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See, true stories, myths, and legends—once captured in impressed clay and old stone from 8000 BCE and beyond—endure, indeed, but, unfortunately become distorted archetypes, memes and mythic metaphors receiving the most current "indoctrinating spin": a spin exclusively facilitating pompous priests and klasskurtxian kings and waxing on the most "common" of the "common era" truths, only!  No real empowering stuff shared, eh?  Just "control mechanisms" of the immortal 1%...  truths at last perverted and otherwise distorted to become a vehicle for the authoritarian rule of feckless misanthropes like Big Dick Cheny.  As history is largely writ by the sociopath, there is of needs a clearer and more honest record of same when one reads between the lines... or in the alternative history extant... for example Zinn, Parenti, or Loewen.  Humankind is predisposed out of greed to the low road reader, and this is precisely why we have phony "feel-good" one.  That true history raises too many questions... along with eyebrows and tempers and so begs the question. "Why do we do this to ourselves?"  Why indeed.
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Praise God, eh? Not so fast, Skippy. Not unless it is the God described by Theodore Sturgeon in his capstone novel, Godbody. His is the only gospel worth considering, imo.  Read it and see for yourself. Described is the way religion might be—needs to be—could be.
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See, like Sturgeon, and Spinoza and Santayana, my "mal-attributed" atheism is born out of my true appreciation and respect for the unknowable universe and not a result of the errant Gods fashioned by men to do their self-serving and convenient will as alluded to above... commercial Gods made and then re-made out of whole cloth to impose the desires of a predatory few. Remade?
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Evolution is fact!  It's "Natural Selection" that is the theory, my Anthropology teacher once informed me, though a theory falling short, pretty much, where it comes to regard humankind.  Evolution...
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Consider the, now ages old, evolution of the Sumerian god Enlil where it is proposed of God's evolution that it must be at least touched by some form of Darwinian imprimatur, eh? ...ongoing evolution seems to describe a panoply of deities issuing forth from the single God of El or AL, morphing through His tortured transition to Yahweh, the God of Abraham, then on to the kinder and gentler God of Peter and Paul... shortly on to Allah and his Islam so as to retwist the thumbscrews as punishment, presumably, for the kinder and gentler... .
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..So to re-cap, the God of Mohammed... Judaism, Christianity, and Islam—father, son, and grandson... each remade, like I said, to suit the convenience of his most powerful proponent... sorry. That's the AlienView... all we are is all we are; it's stretched too thin and goes too far!
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See, if it "works for you," that's fine.  It's your insistence that it is also required to work for your neighbor is the intolerable rub.
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...And then it occurs to me—almost off the subject, so prepare to shift to a lower gear—that perhaps, initially, we make (or remake!) our bad-penny skeptibunkies the same way we make our lap-dog Gods—as a result of good "press," exclusively and regardless plus that raw convenience we've talked about! Consider the highly controversial Kal K. Korff, by way of example, as a good example of a bad example and known hereafter in this monologue as triple "K".
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"Deliberate Remanufacture" by a corrupted mainstream would seem to be the only thing allowing genus triple "K" to do what he does, et al, and that is to spring phoenix-like from the righteous ashes of being caught pretty damned foul vis a vis Art Bell in the not so dim past, then Kevin Randle later on, finally Paul Kimball most recently—certainly foul enough (one would have thought!) to preclude his inexplicably "honored" reemergence with such frequency subsequently! But not so.
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It's something that these "strangely favored" mainstream pundits can do with astonishing regularity.  I write about that process in the link provided below.
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Consider Gerald Posner of "JFK—Case Closed" as an additional example. Here's yet another shill for the corrupted status quo very scholarly discredited in Doctor Michael Parenti's History As Mystery, but Posner lives on... an effulgent example of other well rewarded *mainstream* lap-dogs... doges earning their chew-toys by keeping the rest of us off balance, dis-informed, or happily ignorant of the "true state of affairs."  I'm not the only one who feels this way...
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An expansive search in the UFO UpDate archives for the word "Korff" turns up a plethora of pieces in commentary gleaned from just =3= of 55 total pages of very illuminating contributions—from assorted persons—regarding our intrepid triple "K"... some 550 plus messages! That's quite a compilation of the less than efficacious on any researcher...
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The gist of these messages is tres uncomplimentary... Even "I" don't get that much offended vituperation [g]!
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...And yes!  Ordinarily, I'd be favorably attracted to such a wide-beamed notoriety, but then I remember the bunch for whom he fronts, CSI and purposefully dim-bulbed Klasskurtxia, and besides, triple "K" is wired in such a manner that he raises the hair on the back of my neck along with bile in my throat... view the archives referenced.
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The referenced posts are intelligently critical of triple "K" (on balance) and begin to outline an individual begging to have the whole skeptical program roundly re-criticized, unfavorably re-considered, and thoroughly re-discredited. But up, like a whack-a-mole "K" inexplicably pops, regardless!  I've chronicled this actuality before regarding others  ...UP they pop, again and again... Dr Reed, Shawn David Morton... David Jacobs. What's up with that!?!
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If it were me, or you, gentle reader, we would be sued, fined, secured to stocks, and otherwise solidly pilloried. We'd be tarred and feathered and run out of ufological town on a splintery rail. We'd be indelibly marked, publicly banished, and then professionally shunned. We'd lose our contracts, our book deals, and our professional standing, and we'd never be able to hold our heads up to be taken seriously again! Ever!
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...But, that merry band, including our spring-tailed triple "K" tiggers back up like a bad penny with apparently more Teflon per square inch than Ronald Reagan had on his slickest day! Rich Reynolds, the same, but I digress revoltingly ...
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Back at the UFO UpDates ranch.  The overpowering remainder of the posts on the first three pages of discussion were numerous self-promotions written by triple "K" himself, or they were written by a few contributors taking inappropriate (and unconvincing) pains to be evenhanded. There was but one woman writing a glowing (near worshipful) review for one of triple "K's" typical debunking screeds (as a totally disinterested party?), but that review appearing weeks before the book in question, reportedly, had been released anywhere in the world... This provides a decided pawl on that effusive sum-up!? Sock-puppet-much?  ...But that's another digression, albeit related and pregnant.
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I find that odd, at any rate. You might, too.
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Eventually, triple "K"—et sig al! Look at the recent reemergence of "Dr" (snort!) Jonathan Reed, alluded to above—getting another opportunity to rise up from his justifiable (and well earned) ashes to spread his shadow-making wings again. A "Triple 'K,' " with a dead alien in his freezer will be ever so chock full of revelations, exposés, and the bearer of many "startling" new accounts!
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Rich Reynolds is a similar creature, a bird dumping its fecal load and then flying again... followed by History teacher Dr. David Jacobs, from above, of soiled undergarment, chastity belt and toxic psychiatric suggestion fame.  How does he return from his embroglio, on par or worse than family values US Senator Larry Craig getting popped cruising for unprotected sex in large airport bathrooms and trying desperately to hang around to long....  How does one survive this flesh-crawling incredulous happenstance and keep the respect of the honoring majority.  I digress again...
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Consider that I predicted in February 20, 2002 that triple "K"would even tout himself eventually (however obliquely!) as a hero of "9-11", understand, if you can believe that (and—I—can't!), but Bingo! Too, reader, lately as a "Colonel" in a super, super-secret Israeli Intelligence outfit right out of the Avengers or GI Joe!  Astonishing pule-foolery in high density mawkishness!  Flesh-crawling shame in the observance of it.
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Just another nine-eleven knock-off making mileage on the backs of the silent sacrificed?  How pathetically egregious. See what I mean about the bile?
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I suspect that triple "K" and his adjacent cohorts might even appear like they're taking investigative steps bravely forward, but I fear that we are only going to discover eventually, as we all have in the entirely repetitious past, that they've slid us several steps unbravely back, surreptitiously, once again. You only have to remember triple "K's" porcine squealing on the Art Bell show (like Ned Beaty of Dickey's "Deliverance" fame?) to wonder, as I do, how he (et al) would (could!) ever come back, but they do.  They all do!
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How does that work? That's the real point with this essay... How is it that any of the persons like this, even more thoroughly discredited, always come back.  Triple "K" is a ready example, but there's a plethora of such... Sean David Morton is another as observed above... David Jacobs, also mentioned above, of instant-messages-containing- hypnotic-trances fame is of note, (Notta!) Dr. Jonathan Reed with his "alien in my Freezer"... ...oh you do need a score card.
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For more on this inexplicable re-emergence of faux-skeptical reductionists and flakey paranormalists the reader can visit:  http://ufoproletariat.blogspot.com/2012/10/ufos-in-particular.html
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None call it treason, but what do you call a betrayal of not just country, but all speciation down to the last critter walking, crawling, or stinking!  ...Even Reynolds, for a last digression.  I call it social treason.  Read on.

Restore John Ford!