What kinds of joy filled season does our old friend John Ford have? Can he sit around with friends and smoke and joke? May he unwrap any presents that they've deigned to let him have; does he ever hear from family or folk? Might he eat a ham or turkey? Can he savor pumpkin pie? Or, must he sit, a flaccid heap, his heartfelt wish that he might die?
I suspect he feels forgotten through the haze of drugs he's forced. Too, you know they keep him doped "for his own good." You know he's feeling pressure from the darkest pits of hell, but the reasons are not clear, nor are they even understood!
Suffolk County (!) says he's dirty—that he tried to kill some folks, but the story smells of guppies and sardines! It's all contrived to "misdirect" attention from what's real. It's the man's imposing best, and it's obscene. Yeah, it's Suffolk county says he's dirty, when it's them portrays that meme—when it's them, the glad purveyors of injustice whipped to toxic cream!
Call on ABC or CBS or NBC, good reader. Drop a line to C-SPAN—CNN! Ask them what the deal is, and can't attention please be given to this man, all but forgotten, I'd defend! Why is Ford forsaken, and where's his spot on "Sixty Minutes," and why did he have trouble... making bail? …Plenty "worse" than him released from prison every day; it's for him the pink-walled nut-ward or a jail!
They'd say, "He earns his nut ward! He would dare to question why! Why, he'd be ripping off our blinders! We'd be free to sense the sky! He's wants to put a light upon what's 'better' kept in darkness, so we'll stuff him in a hole we've 'made'—to keep him safe and harmless!"
What was he so "involved" in, and what had he found out? Where is all the "evidence" that 'the man' had trotted out? Where'd John get all the "hot stuff" (which was found outside his pickup), so what of jurisprudence, then! This is ethics of a spit-cup!
Why is John ignored and left to rot in ...wrongful... dungeons? Why can't he get a hearing; why's he getting culture's truncheon? What is in his heart... when he can sense he's so alone, for a crime gone uncommitted, then, but for which he must atone!
...Ironic that at another "seasonal juncture," a different man—allegedly—suffered a crucifixion for, likely, what he thought, said, and did within the law. Ford's ironic comparison to the Christ figure? Let it stand!
I've always said it—but... ...where threat is actual? There is no "paranoia."
Your fear is justified, you see. We are all set precariously close to an edge of something that we could be preparing for if only information sought could be made available to individuals interested in same!
Our facilitated reluctance to do so, that is, seek information as it pertains to the aforementioned "preparation," encourages the malfeasant engineers of our preparation's dearth. We take a step ford to take two steps forward... by design!
As John Ford goes, one begins to see, so can any one of us... go, for remaining well within the law, I'm betting, but in an ardent individual pursuit of that "unboxed" information, same as John! This is the fruit, friends and neighbors, produced for ones very justified concern regarding their informed consent regarding those matters beyond the common pale. More light reveals greater darkness.
...And it's a shame, too. The UFO, this thing made so fearful, has a beneficial potential ignored, undersold, or vilified by the hijacked mainstream, I offer. This is especially true recently, given S. Hawkings underinformed and inexplicable warning regarding contact with ET aliens, eh? It remains, this preponderance of pretending disregard for the UFO is not done in service to, for, or for the benefit of we, the short-sheeted rank and file.
The individual, battered by an unhealthful and ever inflated population as you know, drifts ever lower on the list of society's concerns. Culture is not your friend, good neighbor.
...And UFOs, perhaps like a hard driving rain for the parched ponds of our personal growth... (yes!) are our efficacious individual rising and advancing to meet same? That's my intuition. It still provides for a quantum leap and kicks us into hyperspace—releases us from the playpen perchance to wander the cosmic "house" and even go "outside" where wonders and terrors reside. Growth looms, still!
True, it may be that the ufological rain has a bit of golf-ball sized hail in it... But it is all water, n'est ce pas? Besides, I feel I know where the hail is going to fall. The reader will, too, I suspect, upon opening eyes, heart, and mind (not in that order necessarily)… the hail you say?
Roll it and smoke it, skirts and boyos! Consider that John Ford was very busily investigating a top-placed official and "Tweedian Party boss" in Suffolk County, NY—John Powell! Here was a man who could not remotely bear an investigation of any type!
Concurrently, John Ford was investigating Powell's cloying association regarding a string of close encounters with UFOs in 1989, one of the biggest flaps in Suffolk County's long UFO history, witnessed for weeks by perhaps thousands of people. Something crashed in the area! Remains?
Ford was investigating the offices and affairs of a large caliber criminal, John Powell. Criminals abhor investigations. They take "steps" to preclude same.
We don't find the truth, reader; we face the truth already there!
Restore John Ford!