Friday, May 29, 2015

Inevitable Alternatives And Key Individuals




Inevitable Alternatives And Key Individuals
by Alfred Lehmberg (From UFO Magazine)
Many of us in a ufological C-list rank and file are dismissively chided by the experienced and legitimate researchers in our community as "armchair Ufologists": persons apart from being taken seriously because we have not done any field research. 
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Klasskurtxians or Pelicanists, on the other hand, plus other ax-grinders... knee-jerk debunkers by any stripe or name... accuse our alleged "woo-woo" credulity and too eagerly impugned intellectual openness—a result, ironically, of doing that same field research—as that which is reflexively and by definition dismissible. Our "unbiased," "fetterless," and wholly "credulous" investigation, these sneer, would then ultimately indicate to us that UFOs are so much bunk...  
Heavy sigh.  Damned if don't or do!
Upon conducting a small research of my own I discover, rather predictably, the inevitable alternative.  Verily, my personal experience reveals a path untold by the preceding factions, whatever the provenance of their "aisle side"... separating us, those individuals sincerely curious and genuinely truth seeking... from the efficacious persons the aforementioned "rank and file" should read and watch respectfully... ...and the immediately preceding's polar antithesis: those who should be reviled, despised, and wholly loathed for the intellectual cowards that they are, out of hand!  I'll leave it to the reader who is who.
This writer observes that the former could be more encouraging to the flock they serve and that the latter are just unbravely and self-servingly wrong, in heart and mind...  See? Your individual "investigation," reader, can be positively taken and to a degree the reader can determine themselves.  Remember that the only ones who really needs to be dissuaded or convinced as regards the ufological "such and so" are the individual readers themselves.  The individual is key!
It is not as unusual or as difficult as one might believe.  Moreover, the results of ones personal analysis may not prove to debunk UFOs, and more importantly, the conjectured occupants of same... without regard to how this *other* is manifested in a considered "real" or existential world.  Flying saucers remain real, eh?  Seven monstrous categories say so.
Provenance is not the issue and may be misled conjecture anyway.  "Actuality" of the body's felt presence is the issue.  Here and now.  The moment.
That said, the former might provide a short if comprehensive syllabus outlining a process whereby interested persons might more successfully perform their small research.  This is forgetting that the aforementioned can be accomplished merely answering the questions who, what, where, how, when, and for the angle "why," when possible, to the best of ones ability.  This has been done to a degree, true, but suspect mainstream opposition is an implacable foe, and those initiatives are frozen and scattered in that opposition's wind.
The latter? These can just settle in with a nice steaming cup 'o "shut the f__k up."  Where truth is told in a manner to be understood?  It will be believed.
As I said... I've performed such an individual "research."  Oh, it's a grain of sand compared to Frank Feschino's 20 year old, very assiduously documented and cited... then illustrated research regarding the 1950s military UFO "Flap," to be sure, but it was a research, nonetheless.  It provided convincing personal answers to... Who.  What.  When.  Where.  How.  And lastly, that angle with regard to a "Why," even outside the parameters of diverse real persons observing a bona fide UFO and then having the sacked stone to report it.   
Here's what happened.
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I was looking around in some old UFO Report text files late last century that I had downloaded from a BBS.  I'd come across an episode highlighting the name of a small town within proverbial spittin' distance from me here in southeast Alabama.  I have promised the key person involved they would not be implicated so I will not directly ID the town, just give you salient details of it.
Several people in this small Alabama town observed a UFO.  I have the text of the article concerning the whole incident plus other documentation, but there is no requirement to believe this ol' ex soldier, I'm doing this for me, remember.  You're just welcome on the ride, is all.  Buckle up and extinguish all smoking materials.
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Anyway, intrigued by the proximity of this event, I called the local town's newspaper to see if there was anything to the news article I'd found in those text files—and wouldn't  you just know it?  There was!
In fact it was quite a little tempest in a tea pot, for all that, and I do not mean to diminish it. Not at  all, for what it really was, reader, was a story about courage, integrity, and standing up in the face of authority when it belittles you... or, suggests that you are misrepresenting, mistaken, or mentally ill... when it's you compelled to make a report to lawful authority after observing the highly strange!    
The original story was, of course, doomed to go nowhere.  
I suspect that there are stories like this happening all over the United States, every day.  These are stories dying as a result of being too close to the "informational bone" and challenging of our "slack cultural relevancy."  Moreover, these stories cannot easily be confirmed by the reader and are more easily filed away under amusing occurrences, belittling their importance for cause!  Still, this was a bona fide ufological tempest, close by, even if it was in a teapot...
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...Besides, I was between quarters at college.  I had time, motive, and opportunity to play investigator (folks, I'm no Hercule Perot); as I said, I called the editor at the local paper. 
It turned out the fellow I reached was a talkative sort, and imagine any chief of a small town American rag; a hamster couldn't pass gas in his town without him knowing about it!  
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He talked about the  witness, at last, and I am actually a little chagrined to report... that "X" (the person of provenance in the affair) was a long standing and respected-pillar-of-the-community type further showing historical stability with a responsible job in State government! 
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The Editor went on: apparently "X" was driving with a friend at night and had seen a UFO in the sky, a banana shaped object spinning like a crazed boomerang or dervish!  The object (...not a bird, bolide, booster, or balloon...) had swooped back and forth in front of their moving car while utilizing unfeasible speeds and impossible direction  changes... and then it just disappeared! 
The editor added, further, that there were other reports that night from other credible witnesses at similar times.  Multiple sightings of the UFO would be reported along a path which could be traced on a map! 
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Then the editor talked a short time about the rest of the story... regarding an amusingly satisfying related  situation precipitating some police embarrassment over their not taking  "X"'s  UFO report seriously enough when "X" made it!  A-ha!
Apparently,  the police had mildly ridiculed "X" about the incident, and "X" went through the small-town roof as a result.  The tempest escalated to a reported melee at the county police level, but with the mayor of the effected town brought into tow, "X" secured a complete retraction of the ridicule and a public apology from the police officers involved. This elicited more newspaper coverage, in turn, and a cartoon was produced illustrating the chagrined police chief being dragged down the street by a UFO, saying into a cell phone words to the effect that he had every future intention of taking UFO reports seriously!
See, reader?  You don't have to stand pat for a load of crap from a smirking authority!  
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Well, "Great Story," and I thought that was the end of it, but then he abruptly added that if I "wanted" (!!!) I could talk to "X" myself, and here is "X" 's  home phone number!  I asked him—after I got the number—how he could do that, and he said that "X" did not say not to. Ok!  Works for me!
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Well, I called "X", got a machine—left my tale of explanation, credentials, number, and sincerity ... I even said "don't feel bad" if you don't return the call. 
I got no return call; embarrassed, I have to report I hoped "X" felt bad... 
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I waited a couple of weeks; I didn't want to be the *obnoxious* media—if I wasn't getting paid for it!—and I was just getting ripe to phone back and see if the message was even received... when "X" finally returned my call! 
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"X" wanted to know "how in hell" I got the number!  I ratted the editor out (he didn't say not to), then countered with a barrage of apology, quick assurances of sincerity, and that I would make no trouble.  "X" cooled out. 
After making me promise that I would not identify "X,"  "X" confirmed a large, crazily wheeling boomerang shape that zipped hither and yon in front of them like something "X" had never before seen! "X" said it was a CRAFT!
Additionally, there is something that you have to  understand about "X,"   "X" lives right in the middle of some of the most intensively flown uncontrolled airspace in the known universe, and has lived there the whole of a respected life. 
Anyone who has heard of Fort Rucker, home of Army Aviation, knows that the World comes to Fort Rucker to fly helicopters, day, night and all weather.  "X" had cut teeth on aircraft of all types and knew the difference 'twixt something identified and something "NOT," in her familiar Alabama Skies.
"X" went on to say that the police apology story was overblown; it didn't happen as stridently as the editor had said, but that it was irritating not to be taken  seriously by someone who's salary "X" helped to pay.
God bless  "X", eh? 
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Closing, "X" expressed appreciation if I could provide no further bother on this subject, as it was kind of embarrassing—but that I seemed like a good sport, and I had "done America so proud in the (first) Gulf war..."...
I had to allow that I spent the duration of that war at Fort Rucker itself,  teaching the men and women preparing to participate themselves how to fly in combat.  "X" said that that was OK, I'd done my part—my whole point being that this person was a credentialed, reliable, and respectable person.  Moreover, this was a person able to communicate to me that something incredible was, in fact, witnessed by that credible person, and that real UFO's are existent to one more person I know.  For me, incredible!
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See?  Quality persons all over the world are having these encounters regularly, reader!  Not happening to you, you can bet that it is happening to someone around you... perhaps even to someone close to you. 
Eyes peeled for such, you can investigate same!  Yes!  ...Perform a valuable research, and tell the story. 
Moreover, you don't have to swallow crap from authority when you do the brave thing and report an anomaly.  Consider, a small bravery now precludes, perhaps, that consummate bravery required later on!  Live on your feet or die on your knees!
Lastly, the result of your courage will be an ability to hold your head up in a substantively understanding way with the honored "big dogs" of ufology, plus, avail yourself the corresponding pleasure of serving up the "steaming cup" alluded to earlier for those *others* wholly deserving it!  You'll also get a leg up on the future accelerating inexorably towards you... regardless, but that's a story for another issue.

Less is more, eh?  Read on.   

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

John Ford Betrayed By New York State!



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"...All things in moderation..." covers even moderation! So—to "flip out," now and then, is best allowed! Better keep your eyes wide open, friend, and hear the righteous "soap box" 'cause the season for it grows and won't be cowed!
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I'll play the tune I hear, as I eschew their programed fear... There're "laws" providing same we don't imagine! That their threat's in many places far beyond ones sense's graces; still, we run afoul those claws in our "distraction"!
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...Another's "run afoul," made some charges—caused a row!  Recall again Ford's crime of yesteryear? Remember he's in gulag now for years without a "trial"? Can't you see him sitting quietly, his face bereft a smile?
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Remember his "confession"!  Its premise... poorly fashioned ... the truth, perhaps if known to you—just slow assassination! ...Yet, have some answers, at the last—you'd be refreshed, refueled and gassed if Johnny Ford's restored or recommissioned!
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Not mentioned since our summer of abnormal discontent, still, Ford remains in gulag, minus bail! This is not incarceration, it is dogged persecution!  It's so much more than prison, or a jail. They have him in a nut house where they treat him like a child.  The "treatments" he endures in there would drive a sane man wild!
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A *threat* to dangerous shadows, he is locked up in their hole; he is incommunicado; he is totally controlled. He is fed his spice-less meals lacking interest or confection, and he's led around in routine's mindless grunge, less expectation... He is made to follow orders from the folks he'd disrespect, but he's drugged to an indifference—indistinct... and he forgets!
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And I'm sure they've had occasion, and I'll bet it's off the books ... there've been 'lectrodes on his temples, and they've zapped him—brain cells cooked? Bet the piss ran down his pants leg, and he fouled his issue shorts! I'll bet he trembled in convulsion, shallow breathing—gasping snorts. His jaws were sore for days, I'll bet, from clenched electrocution. He's wondered "what the hell" ... he's wept ... he's wallowed in confusion...
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...And that was just the high point, folks! It's a pay back, day by day. He challenged *their* authority—you can bet *they* make him pay. He had the gall to stand up straight, and ask the tougher questions. He questioned the hypocrisy, so he suffers their "correction." What Ford had—I've not the courage... and neither, friend, have you. We're stunned by Ford's example... as the facts of it? They're true.
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Go too hard against a "current" even though you have the right?  It won't MATTER it's America if the *man's* put out a mite!
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It won't MATTER, then, your facts are straight; you studied hard ... you stayed up late.
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It matters not your conscience screams for better times and "come-true" dreams.
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It shall not matter ground you hold is higher held, and brave, or bold —Culture can ... will grind you down... angry frowns... hurt profound...
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"Cool Hand Luke" was just some movie, so it's likely John was broken. Beyond repair, he breaths some spit, he coughs—no, and I'm not jokin'. It's unlikely he can be restored!  He is likely so alone. In a raptors's crop of culture he is ground betwixt its stones.
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It has swallowed up his message, and it's neutralized his effort; it has cancelled, at the last, his contribution, mind, and spirit. It has buried very deeply what it truly fears—his synergy. To serve its ends? The same for you! See, it's fearful of your energy!
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And that's a point! First him, then me—and finally down to you! ...And this despite good service, or an honor bright and true? Expect them to be living with the rules they make for you, and be sadly disappointed, friend, betrayed... deceived anew!
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Bottom line? It's double standard. It's a tilted playing field. The rich get rich; the poor get poor; the weakest sans all shield. The best lack all conviction, and are neutralized by fear; the worst (?) intense with passion, and they take you in arrears! Get in their way—you're in the grinder, and you're subject to their sword. Without regard to righteousness ... brought down like our John Ford!


  • John Ford is a career "non-violent"!
  • ...Folks, to save a few dollars for platinum fixtures and trophy wives, they push exponentially more mendacious, psychotic, and otherwise sociopathic monsters ...persons prone to extreme criminality... from their overstocked prisons every freaking DAY! Forget the irony that John Ford, by any disinterested report..., was no monster!
  • ..."Was no monster," reader! ...Quite the opposite actually!
  • He was a little guy with a spotless reputation, lawfully, if ardently, investigating a big guy... a "big guy" who could bear no investigation, of any type, at all!  Math done, you begin to get the drift.
  • Yes. John Ford was an educated, honored, principled, and retired court officer—wounded in the line of duty—with a great reputation and a masters degree who supported his mom. His antagonist, the late John Powell, was a criminal entrepreneur at the head of a gargantuan, corrupt, and local government in the state of New York and subsequently CONVICTED for enormous crimes... resulting, by the way, in no real record of hard jail-time this writer can find!
  • Excuse me!
  • This was all late last century, reader... an innocent John Ford rots in prison, still.
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Restore John Ford!

Sunday, May 24, 2015

That River In Egypt...


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I stood outside with many, there were twenty-five or so, on a Sunday evening flying model planes. Some were gas but few were flying, and were muffled when they were, it was rubber models folks would fly, for time.
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Pastoral was the evening—no alcohol or drugs, the gentlest breeze was blowing; it was silent as a slug. The ladies fixed the finger food while the old men flew their dreams; the sky that blue and crystal clear... so sharp it leaped and gleamed.
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I see it (I'm a watcher), but I do not jump or shout—I nudge my nephew Mason. "Hey there, Mace ... what's that about"?
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He looks... his mouth falls open, and he nudges at his Mom, who gets right up, and takes a step, to see it closer, Tom.
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It's flying slow, too slow my guess, to be a jet or plane... It floats along, majestically, confusing watching brains... ...Like a BB held at arm's length, but squash it flat—bright white... It coasted by "cigar like" ...and then drifted out of sight!
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There was general amazement! There was, "...What the hell was that"!?! No one mentioned UFOs... I was silent as a cat. Someone mentioned—"Aircraft"!  Others offered, "Blimp." I down-lowed to my nephew, "That's facetious, scared, and limp."
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The *thing* flew by again, my friend, for the second time of FIVE, and fewer people watched it—it is that I would confide. The third time fewer still looked up to wonder what it was; the forth was even less than that—the fifth, just me... ...because...
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Call them up!  Ask their opinions of the ones who would not look.  I doubt that they'd remember, for their peace of mind it took.  It reminded them that models are contrived to paint the sky with things WE built to fly up there... not what "ET" would devise!
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The craft that flew that fateful day they did not glue together... ...They didn't sand the fuselage or craft it light as feathers. They did not spin the prop they bought with rubber they controlled; they could not point out proudly their invention to extol...
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...This denial that we face is like a pustule near to bursting, and the cause of its neglect we should decry. Those who push away this truth to save a precious "profit motive" we should vilify—regretfully despise.  These would only serve themselves nor have respect for you, content to lighting fossil farts, the time made ripe for coup.
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This pustule skin is very close to breaking on its own, and the skin of it is hot and tight and dry. Any little touch could have it blow up in our faces, but I'd like to clean it out—at least... I think that we should try...




June 28, 1996 at around 18:00 PST... on a sanctioned model airplane flying field outside of Anderson, California.  UFOs were witnessed by a veritable throng of credible persons...

I remember a subsequent time of around midnight sitting in a lawn chair on the active runway of that field.  I was looking to the North, impatient for sightings of more UFOs.  The constellation Cassiopeia lay aback, lounging on the horizon arms and legs akimbo for a salacious "W" shape.  Size seemingly increasing close to the horizon, she looked huge!  The field is found at 40 degrees 25 minutes 26.02 seconds North by 122 degrees 10 minutes 07.69 seconds West.  It is remote.  Perfect desert-like night sky.  Google Earth it.  
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It was on this field earlier that a collection of sober professional people—plus a few real scientists—pushed wonder away and fixed their attentions on their own, more familiar, articles.  You can't call it cowardice, quite... more a protective pragmatism.  How does one propose to know an unknowable and then roll their socks the same way?
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Too, they had forgotten that the simple balsa planes they held in their trembling hands would be perceived as a similar magic not all that far into their own, comparatively recent, past.
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...Maybe Tommy Lee Jones was dead on right all the time. In conversation with Will Smith as an aside in MIB I, he said, "They... [meaning you and me] ...don't want to know [about extra terrestrials]."
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Well, even if "K" crapped out to the conventional sensibility of facilitated denial , Zed and Jay didn't mind knowing—WANTED to know, needed to know as a matter of fact!  They walked away blithely from "normality" and "normalcy" to know as much as they could!
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Reader, don't YOU want to know?
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I do, assuredly, and only because my feeling is that it will be an improvement, a stick in the eye of the 1%er, and the elevation, enhancement, and enlightenment of an efficacious humanity.  Such is my intuition.

Friday, May 22, 2015

New York's Suffolk County...SPITEFUL—BLIGHTED!


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Is it now, at last, resolved: the tribulations Powell evolved? Or is that battle over—lost? Is Ford bullied, bowed, and crossed? Wait.. did three men, in TRUTH, contrive... to murder Powell as Powell described? Though... for what purpose; what was gained? Where were "risk's" "rewards" "obtained"?
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Then did Ford plead "mental health," admitting he, in fact, used stealth... ...to "plot a killing" with some "others"—he had met—"the stupid brothers"? Did he get the "isotope" and try to kill (like one fine dope!), with cancer as his murder weapon? Can he be that daft? It happens... ...Though, smarter money bet as such would lose that bet; I'd bet that much.
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Suffolk County says "he's guilty," forgetting Suffolk County's filthy—lost in clearly wicked schemes beyond the scope of John Ford's dreams. It's been such for many years; it reeks corruption, still; that's clear.
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Ford is ONE against the many. Puppets, then, condemned him plenty. To this day he's ridiculed... as a futile—facile—fool! Short and portly, described as Fudd-like, he's disgraced because he looked like... every fat kid *earning* torment in a world which LOVES conformists.
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Though he got strident, and litigious—in your face ... perhaps obstreperous. He could make an enemy, and that's a fact too plain to see. What he's not, by all accounts, was a danger to himself (you louts!), or any other living thing what slinks or crawls—some human beings!
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I can't believe these smirking cretins, noses running, dripping—leaking... sneering up their soggy sleeves their *judgements* (so much gas!) they squeeze. Quick to simply go along with ROT that Suffolk County's thrown, they'd *wish* away "anomaly," so bogus their *reality*.
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Suffolk County's FAR from righteous! I argue that it's SPITEFULBLIGHTED! Too quick to take the "shady" road and filled with thugs who lurk like toads.
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His critics, somewhat less than balanced, offer unjust SCORN on balance. They would caper at the fire as they burned him—sick desire!
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Taking glee in Ford's misfortune, laughing how he's lost a fortune, they're delighted as they crow their heartless songs... ...which suck and blow.
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What can cause such fulsome hatred? What's he threatened that's so sacred? What worshiped steer will quake in fear as our John Ford comes snooping near?
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John Powell's involved in kick-back schemes which filled his pocket, so it seems! Perhaps he couldn't bear inspection; perhaps "too much" foretold detection; perhaps, in FACT, a UFO came down inside that park. Who knows?
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Who's to say in times like these (that knocks us to our bleeding knees!) we're forced to pray in mossy cloisters, sans all sense and smarts—or choices!!!
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Why... I would live in belts we'd made of asteroids; I'd work and play. I would have my livelihood... depend on ink my pen makes good.
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But, I would live a real deal beyond what some define as *real*, finding all my satisfaction... minus harmful, harsh distraction... knowing all the secrets there, and sweeping all those corners bare!
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I would have the prisons "emptier"—then refilled with cops and preachers! All those cops performing graft, plus those who know it—ALL the rest! All the preachers *shaving* souls, and lining pockets (this you know!), plus the ones who witnessed this (but dummied up), yes! ...ON this list!
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Pardon small hyperbole, poetic license sets me free! Not confined to raw tradition, I can trace with some precision that which jerks your chain the best. I slap some paint—it STICKS? You bet!
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I don't "know" that Ford was wronged, but I suspect it clear and strong. Check the spoor of government; it engineers our detriment!
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I don't know if he is crazy—some who ARE have "INTEREST", plainly. That they're more mental than John Ford should strike, in us, unsettling chords!
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I don't CARE that he was forward, or talked like Daffy Duck—was awkward. John Ford had a lion's heart to give John Powell his fits and starts!
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I don't CARE he stepped on toes, or threatened Powell—was up his nose! This is what we all can do if—with Ford's courage—we're imbued!
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I don't CARE that I'M derided for positions I've decided have more logic THAN those held... by piss-wits who can go to hell!
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Those who wish poor John Ford ill are filled with malice, ire and swill. They can chew the bitter root; their ample asses wear my boot. ...In fact; shove it where the sun won't shine! See? Ford's confined by Suffolk's swine!


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RESTORE! JOHN! FORD!

Heavy freaking sigh!

Restore John Ford!

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

John Ford: A Portrait Of Courage!


RESTORE JOHN FORD!

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Ford had sack to sing his song! His tragedy outweighs... the shame of our indifference to what Ford's too dearly paid! Our silence costs him dearly—and that tally quickly mounts—when we failed to be counted, and his terror, snarling, pounced!
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He even SPEAKS and is ignored! He's crying out ... is stabbed and gored... for the silence of his fellows—I'm aghast! This is the same, assumes ALL blame, as Jews and Muslims bear their shame... a victim burned to homicidal ash!
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A genocide—not race or creed—on "seekers for some truth"... indeed! John Ford is an example of that seeker! His psychopathic "treatment," while languishing alone? When all he did was proffer truth that *power* "can't" condone?
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Ford lost it all (they stole it all!) they played him for his final fall, and surely lied and cheated to that end! Justice, soured rancid, Ford's low on grace and chances, and the vultures circle low and close on in!
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...His house is gone, he stands alone; he still awaits that first "cast stone," the grinning Suffolk shysters bunch fat muscles. "Jurisprudence" and "fair play" will go to hell and lose their say, it seems likely Ford must lose this unjust struggle...
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And US! We'd let him take that razor slide, a ride there's no return from! We'd let him fall away, dissolving... fade from view.  Just remember you said nothing when the storm was closer building, as they set you in their sights... then come for you!
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And rest assured they're coming, friend, your history books are filled! You're aiding persecution, yes; it's you who'll be so stilled!
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Tears will fall from sorry eyes, and stars blink out in darkened skies as justice is perverted in this way. You could have made the difference, kid! You could have mattered—made your bidbut chose to give Ford up, and glance away.
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...And WHY... when it's so obvious that a case of trumped up garbage contrives to bring the LAWFUL to its heel! Why, when it's so ludicrous! Impossible!! Ridiculous!!! You know that Suffolk County's ilk aspires to cheat and steal!
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You know their charge is bogus; you can sense that it won't float! Their case won't bear a paperclip! FORD WAS SET-UP! It's a joke!
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A joke, except that Ford awaits the pleasure of the beast! And where is his protector? Where's his fan club, at the least! John Ford was only lawful... when he fouled the man's post-toasted ... it's just not right he ends up spitted... slowly turningroasted!
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...You gonna let them do it? I'll shame you if I can! I'll write you with a brick bat—I'll rhyme your lips off, man!
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I'll fester in your kill file. I'll rot your disk with shame. I'll teach you your complicity! I'll wrap you in your blame! I'll show you sullen disrespect! I'll chasten you with spite! I'll use that verbal brick-bat! I'll show you why we fight!
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Johnny Ford has my regard! He stood up tall—asked questions, HARD! They had Ford so "up their noses" they felt knee bones on their septums; they were pissed-off homicidal—took a SWAT team to arrest him!
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...You might consider what I've said! Remember that you're next, instead!
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See amassed the craven energies of the monstrous "Suffolk BEAST." Let us all show some small concern—GIVE FORD "A THOUGHT" AT LEAST!!!
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John Ford: A Portrait Of Courage!

  • You'd want it done for you...
  • Sincerely, I am shocked, appalled, and disgusted at the silence and indifference of the ufological community regarding the plight of John Ford. ...Scared too. Were I to fall afoul of secret systems or toxic campaigns and made to endure that same cruel "due process," Ford endures, I presume I could expect a similar "bupkis."
  • OK, you don't agree.
  • You thought Ford was a crackpot or you nurse some pathetic high-school thing regarding his appearance, demeanor, or politics. Stop, eh? These distract from the issue!
  • Google *crookhaven brookhaven powell*, my contentious friends, and read what John Powell, Ford's accuser, was up to "back in the day"... where Ford, on the other hand, was a bona fide saint, reader, without the slightest qualification against same! Verily, even if driven to a likely drug induced and situational process schizophrenia by now, over a decade later, Ford has been egregiously wronged... and an issue is thereby raised.
  • The issue? That in a LAWFUL pursuit of goals we all pay lip service to, John Ford, an "everyman," has fallen afoul of an obfuscating and prevaricating machine perhaps near the root of a teasing, ubiquitous, historical, and even obvious conspiracy, perhaps a highly strange one! Suffolk county, reader, is as historically awash with the highly strange as it is with rank corruption!
  • Additionally, John Ford, a social pillar actually, is unfairly wiped out, torpedoed below the water line, sucker-punched, stripped of any armor, and at the mercy of that which has worked passionately, reader, to amass a steaming pile of patently ridiculous and specious *proofs*—rooted in Ford's "belief" in the existence of UFOs—to the affect that John Ford was EVER capable of serial murder! Stuff and nonsense!
  • You're next, good friend; why wait 'till it's too late to speak up, when all it would now take is a word... ...where your blood will perhaps be required later on? Verily. That's the lesson of history! ...Trees of liberty nourished with the blood of psychopaths and what-not...
  • Moreover? Suffolk County New York owes John Ford one hell of a lot of money. If Ford dies... I'm betting they killed him. Could it be argued they've not done worse? I suspect that it cannot, at least not in a truthful way.
  • Restore John Ford!


Sunday, May 10, 2015

Number And Measurement


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Koch* burns as he churns with eternal significance—easily stated but beyond comprehension … that a line without end on a path to infinity... is bounded finitely; this defies comprehension!
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Ideas are shelved by our "egg-heads" for decades! They're shoved to the shadows to hide their weird light. Ideas digressive, confusing, confounding—but pointing to systems of balance and right.
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Koch pulls at the mind and won't be denied as it's unity being portrayed and described! The model is clear; it's the circle that's dear—the infinite path! What was far... is now here!
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See, Julia gave circles a wave and a lilt. Mandelbrot cataloged the whole of their ilk. The facts and the figures produce a concision; away with your fear and its spawned apprehension.
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The birth of the one is the other's kin portrait, we see them in all of the natural world! The whole of existence is fractal in nature; with time and bright space ... it's mixed up and swirled!
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See? Scale's imbued with a strange similarity. Don't call it "coincidence," another hilarity!  Atoms ape stars, or a star apes its galaxy, a sameness is harbored... it is that: our reality!
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Chaos is order that's misunderstood ... the lapping of waves; the growing of wood. It's the ice fashioned crystal; it's a stream to the coast; it's the root of the cosmos—an accurate boast.
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It's the veins in a leaf, or your hand's vascularity. It is that which portends all that is—the new "heresy"! It's the shifting of markets, the spread of a tree; it's the truth we all sense while a'crawl on our knees. It's what's "living and breathing" or "dead and inert." It's the whole of reality for what it's all worth.
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It is galaxies colliding—reflections of light. It is force forming planets, plate tectonics—Vulcan might? It is all that ever was, and it hides beneath the surface of a scary crunch of numbers we can "buy into" for purchase.**
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It will put us on the moon and help us "dig up" ready water. It will throw us to the stars, and it will show us where to wander. It's the lapping and the crashing of a trillion, trillion seas. It defines our motivation as we leap from bleeding knees!
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The volume is finite, good friend, and will not be exceeded! The perimeter is endless, ad infinitum I've entreated. Down is up, and black is white... and all motives are in question; see, chaos is predictable... Feel the elation!


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It's all about the Tao...
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Koch's curve—a mathematical construction describing a closed shape with a finite volume, but (and get this) an infinite perimeter! There's some real *magic* in there fellow motes ... Real as we want to be! Real as we can stand! Realer!
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Could this be the a message of the non-prosaic circle maker?
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Consider that science as it is presently understood was revealed to its progenitor Rene Descartes by an alien. In a fevered dream after a day of killing, drinking, and whoring around Europe.  The alien so advised:
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"Nature can be conquered by number and measurement..." 
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I suspect the alien advised that Nature can be "understood" by number and measurement, and a corrupt son of Western Civilization took understanding for an "advantage" to be prosecuted as in a "war."
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Bad Karma I'm betting.



*A Swede and no close relation, hopefully, to Anti-American, wholly fascist, and gloating political psychopaths, Messers Koch, threatening us presently from their pecuniary ivory tower...

**...Though not for dominion.  "Dominion" seems an insult to creation even where that so called dominion is still a reach beyond the smallest grasp.

Restore John Ford!

Thursday, May 07, 2015

John Ford: Warm Blood, Cold

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I knew one man who sired the man who's closest to me, Holmes. The former? Psychopathic, people hating—cold.  He's now dead, in no way missed, his memory a blur, and such must be predicted for the social saboteur... 
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See, he'd stolen from his credit cards; he cheated Walton's store. He owed on bills he never paid, so stealing from the hapless poor. His motto was to make you pay, before you do to him? What he, in fact, saw others do... on their self-serving whims!
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Too, he called himself a patriot—that refuge of the scoundrel; he brought his sons up... on abuse; he gave all three bad counsel. One's a trained assassin; one murdered three... then self; the last is quite the opposite. He's a man who'd found himself.
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Self-actualized and learned, he points to where it hurts? ...And so shows us where we hemorrhage when we dare to sneer and smirk. He's inclined to promulgate a fair-play dream ideal that would move us into space right now... in a million living wheels. That lifestyle's an improvement and we'd minimize our pain, if we got the hell off Mother Earth and lived in space I'm saying!
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He's pointed out our "laws" are writ by psychopathic trolls; far simpler then to work "ill will..." while the "opposite's" extolled! The 'man' degrades life's quality, see; the 'man' intrudes bad will; the 'man' then treats your so-called "rights" like inked and papered swill!
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By way of some example and a monstrous taste of shame, I provide you illustration on the breadth and scope of same...
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ohn Ford was getting mouthy with reports of "water heating" so they stuffed him, deep, inside a *hole* for status quo's safe keeping! ...Too, it may be he's crazy—but hounded to it, friend! He called attention to Powell's crimes … it's that which did him in!
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Remember this when *government* saunters up and takes your *stuff*. Remember this when rights are trampled, like they are right now, enough!  Remember... as these *shadows* set the scene to paint you crazy. So, a few can work ill will on YOU? ...Beware, they will be cagey!
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Too, compared to our antagonist, the *father* at the start? John Ford's a knighted saint—way high!—and his ethics top the chart!  ...But we'll suffer these old psychopaths... much worse than our John Ford... who dared the "evil dragon" and still suffers, by report!
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You're not safe; you are at risk, if asking touchy questions. Though you deserve to be informed, is my concerned suggestion. You should have "informed consent" regarding your existence! You don't get it, presently, I say with all insistence!
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To whom it goes, the blame for this: our insulted incredulity? This social impropriety or crass anfractuosity? Blame reptilian institutions for our ills as they're the liars! ...But for these, these corporate reptiles... why, we'd be in space, or higher!
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Institutions are their instruments and contrived to obfuscate... the right to speedy trials, say; they make their own "facts," mate! Labeled *crazy* one's *unfit*, one finds, to list the facts which free them. This is why Ford gets no trial; so, YOU won't get to see them!
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Save yourself, become informed. Oppose these loathsome reptiles. You owe it to yourself my friends. The truth has better profile.  Too, why suffer corporate reptiles and the "cold-blood" plans they've got? Corporate "mammals" have the longer view and warm blood; there's a thought!


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    Corporations are legal individuals much like any single human, but they are individuals avoiding equal responsibility, equal accountability, equal dependability, equal blame-ability or equal liability; reptiles, they are devoid of conscientiousness or compassion because human reptiles composing them are devoid of conscientiousness or compassion. Why tolerate corporate "reptiles" where corporate "mammals" might be sought.
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    Regarding John Ford: a hot flash for the cherished interested? Being crazy is not against the law. No, not until you become a danger to yourself or others. Even then you are in a whole other category emphasizing treatment over punishment. ...An eye to eventual release when prudent and not an eye to ongoing confinement, at all costs?
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    Additionally? A *belief* in UFOs should not be justified as contributing evidence of pathology. *Believing* in UFOs is not evidence of sickness and shall not mean you're harboring a pathology.
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    Ford remains imprisoned...
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    Court TV! Let's add THEM to our short list of those to get our attention! It's a natural! It's topical and sure to increase their ratings! Sheesh—talk about serpents for bedfellows. Let's throw in a car salesman and a loan officer, and embrace the honest hooker!
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    Yeah ..Yeah! What if John Ford really is unbalanced or a few chops short of the old mixed grill? The short story is benignly "crazy" is not a crime and therefore a non-issue.
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    On the other hand, what if he is being persecuted for honest, sincere, and justified PASSIONS that all of us would feel if any of us had gotten too near the top of Ford's strident and obstreperous—if lawful!—uphill investigation into Long Island UFOs! See?! The former doesn't matter and the latter tells the tale!
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    It remains Ford was investigating a bona fide and overweening conspiracy: corrupt institutional entities by citation, history, tradition, and conviction—criminal entities unable to bear any investigation! That's the public record folks and fellow motes!
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    Consider. The corrupt Suffolk County machine was so unrelentingly dirty that even a "third-rate" investigation into that machine's involvement with UFOs might expose its vast criminality. Verily, it could be argued that John Powell's criminal enterprise began to break down concurrent with John Ford's interest in same! This is Ford's *crime*, reader, exposure of the criminal, and he rots in stir for it, still!
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    Verily, the conditions, occurrences, and events surrounding the confinement of John Ford begs a SECOND or even THIRD (...fourth!) look at his plight! A look he will not get if we accept the word of the "Ford hounded", and likely, unethical political machine confining him so wrongfully! John Ford was a proverbial community pillar and highly educated court officer... ...bereft of any record but a sterling one! Additionally he was a man who was ruthlessly implicated in heinous crime by a known and subsequently convicted crime boss that Ford was busily investigating! Also public record! Do the math, reader!
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    Him now, … you later. ....And given suggestive trends? ...Probably sooner than you'd think.
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    Free John Ford, hell! …RESTORE John Ford, and save yourself!!
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    Sunday, May 03, 2015

    John Ford: Injustice Whipped To Toxic Cream


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    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!

    Read on!