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What's gone around has come around our circle many times. Still, some get smeared for cheating but the cheater's undefined. Too, where "newborns" gnaw at ankles of the aged, dulling teeth, they mewl their dreary posits like the "first time" they've released.*Newbies think they have their "answers" so they're bellicose and smirking but the ground must quake beneath them... lack of manners isn't working!
These new-guys? They're like pipe-bombs of impatience, I detect. They have that youthful vigor of the outraged if perplexed. They've just resolved hypocrisies, outlined in decades past, but think them new, re-prosecute... so run right out of gas.
Intransigent and churlish, they refuse to pay respect, so then like a child's expected? Trade their favor for neglect.
...But they've "purpose," unremitting, that pretends to see them through, if righteous in their outrage (which conflicts their point of view). They are betrayed and short-changed, so... their aim is wrenched awry. It's the engines of their culture they should discount and decry.
The 'old' guys, then, new scapegoats for the 'young' guy's dearth of depth... these fight, anew, old battles... when those "battles" have been met!
In wars been fought so many times credulity is strained; progression lacks progressiveness so advancement is restrained. Where we revisit "failure" as regards what's clearly "failed" we stupefy our furtherance and betray what truly sails.
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No, there is much to qualify a study of this type. UFOs? Reality... and sans all guile or hype.
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Example? Dave Rudiak** is much maligned for construction and detail. He is, in fact, most criticized... for covering subjects well! His "Ramey stuff" is smoking gun! Printy's powder's wet; "smart lawyers" wade assumptive-ness... they cross a line? You bet.
The quandary of Dave's hecklers is that failure to provide... a "counter golf-swing" good enough and so improve their lie.
Hall**: too ancient hard-nose? It remains he wrote "the book." He's chronicled, and early, son, a long, hard... hoary look. He can be forgiven, then, impatience some deride... as they prosecute their ignorance from the shoulders he'd provide.
He's earned in spades the accolades that he still does without... He is "the old man down the road" whom "Creedence" sang about.
Clark's**** a "snob elitist" and an "ET plutocrat"? There's precious little substance in assessing such like that. Like those preceding indicate (in decades, real time), of that there is small evidence, bad reason, and no rhyme.
An honored man won't suffer fools who beg to be corrected, then fix upon 'inconsequence' to keep their "ass" protected...
.These are men perceiving such, which shall not be denied... the common sense pervading same who "look so they can find." The data is the data and to which we'd follow that? We're not deceived, we're energised to finally "bell" that cat!
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Space/time's near infinity precludes "we are alone." Suggested "surface areas" posit "others," Holmes!
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...See, stand with me in desert's dark sans city-light or shine. The air is cold and dry and stark... a moment froze in time. The star field is... immense... out there, a billion points of light... bedazzling us with brilliance born from "reds" and "blues" turned bright.
...And that is but a fraction, friend, enough to halt your breath... it is the bald antithesis of darkness... even death...
A million, million points of white all glitter in peruse. They symbolize an endless time... producing me and you! They are the pressure cooker of the matter that we mind, an endless chain of living things considers it in kind.
On Earth produced are 'people'... some are humans that we know. Too, crows and whales and wolves and bees... much loved by us? Well, no...
...Now pick one star, and any star. Pick one from all the millions! The 'space' that star must mask from view... is a trifling, tiny smidgen. Though, expand that tiny aperture; blow it up all huge: a photograph to stop your heart—a change for all your views!
See, it's not mere stars you're seeing as the picture fills your eyes. It's billions of new galaxies as stars to fill that sky!
A trillion, trillion points of light, all glittering out there, and each a star with planets: "surface area" mon frere, ...And, on some extant surface, such as us came into being... We are alone or aren't, old son... and both thoughts have one freaking.
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...And that's just from the visible that the speed of light allows, beyond which is a precipice where ones terror is aroused.
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Now tell me we're alone in "this," or the "state of God's proud art." That we "bejewel creation's crown," or light a sick Earth's fart? It's plain we're prepubescent—if passed from wombs at all! ...Prolonging immaturity insures our crippling fall.
It's clear in layered evidence we're pompous—insincere... while UFOs remain extant and are our new frontier!
They are the best 'sedition' if you think on it at all. That's why the 'man' deplores them... plying hurdle, screen, and stall. It's why we have an "info void" well larded by the smirks of skeptibunky charlatans and other funded jerks.
See, Culture's in a sad denial... it's why we are distressing... we suffer culture's failing... Our culture is regressing.
alienview@roadrunner.com
http://www.alienview.net/
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Is it not undeniable that Culture is no friend to the individual even where the individual has ever been the glad redeemer of same?
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