Gravy For Goose And Gander
by Alfred Lehmberg
I expect CSIcopian Dragons and out slithers mere garden salamanders. Their moist little skins glisten sickly with the mossy dampness of the dead, sodden, and necrotic leaves sustaining them. Salamanders thinking they're men... default jewels in the crown of creation. Titans in the cosmos and straddling it like the
Colossus. Not so much.
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Out in the open, see, they soon start to desiccate and so must whine and moan, otherwise protest that
you retreat into the smothering, light negating, and moldy rot...
with them, then respect their
rules and tolerate their
prerequisites... abide their censure ...approve their dismissals ...countenance their activities... support their actions ...validate their reductionist's scientistic (sic) faith.
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Roll over for the "conventional wisdom" sports-fans... BOHICA, once again!
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Screw that! Considering how they've contrived to betray the public trust with the officious, airlessly-educated, and duplicitous mind games they reflexively insist upon playing... (I've got a spot rarely seeing sun for which they can pucker-up, btw!) their bland refusal to become remotely educated upon that which they would so faux-authoritatively denounce (in the duplicitous and accommodating mainstream), effectively challenges the very efficacy of that covertly authoritarian criticism they'd glibly proffer to begin with. These are, of course, regarding matters outlining the highly strange, matters upon which they would remain wholly ignorant! It's easier that way.
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Though, how can that work? How can that be remotely accepted?
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No, Reductionists should recuse themselves regarding that which they refuse to review.
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Granted, their prerequisites would be fine if you want to ape the aforementioned salamander, with all respect to real salamanders, everywhere. These are cognitively superior, I digress momentarily, to your garden variety klasskurtxian "debunker" amphibian newt in every way...
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...But I'm a man, a human, specifically, decidedly mammalian! I aspire to the creative, the progressive, and the forward thinking! I perceive a cultural dead-end to the slimy path of the overspecialized moist-skinned skepti-newt slitherer, a dank reptilian precursor of reflex negativity or old school 19th-century philosophy... and so the well rewarded, if sullenly jealous, watch-fob for same. Such seems abundantly so by my watch and warrant!
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...These pompous pelicanists, these smirking duplicitous who artfully collude to woefully conspire, preclude our emergence into the inexorable future; these mal-aspiring and label dodging CSIcopians... arrogant authoritarians who only
assume the cloak of "legitimacy" and then occlude our sensibilities with the misused and so then smothering folds of it! Suffocating, these folds! Smothering.
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Example? Consider Occam's Razor, an admonition to refrain from complicating a hypothesis without need. The persons alluded to, too often take this to mean that the correct answer is always the simplest or most prosaic one. "Don't look for zebras where horses are present, these chant." No!
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Three things. One, complicating the hypothesis,
for cause, is, of course,
allowed! Two, what if it comes to be that Zebras are even minimally possible,
and horses can be ruled out? "Hypothesis complicating" seems called for.
Three, it must be noted with no small concern that there is a decided reluctance to even consider the notion of "Zebras," at all. Even with substantive evidence that such is so...
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"Suffocating," is
kind.
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See, I suspect these errant—even if well meaning—"two-percenters" have but crawled out on one of the lower reductionist-Cartesian branches of the aggregate "conceptual tree." Having mapped out and minimally categorized same and perhaps even close to the end of some small branch, they delude themselves that they are rather at the top of the conceptual tree itself! They don't see the actual reality of only nearing the end of but one of the tree's decidedly minor branches—a twig, even! Talk about forests for trees...
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I offer that this is a conservative estimate of a minimalist's gross Cartesian materialism and that it does not serve us. My intuition is that I say true.
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Verily, these are inveterate and obdurate mal-invertebrates or other short-sighted, so errant, oxygen thieves... disingenuously fussing gene swarms bereft of humility and imagination, and that's the nicest thing I care to say about them. ...So smug in their faux-scientistic (sic) superiority to wear their unwarranted hubris like slickly glabrous cocoons.
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Verily, who do these think they are? How long shall we suffer their deceitful programs and dishonest prosecutions in this field already rocky with the imprecision and indecisiveness they've precipitated and nurtured in their gross reptilian corporate pursuits: screwing each other over for a percentage and creating the needless information vacuum alluded to? Search a conscience if one is available.
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Sincerely, when will we banish them from our considerations, boycott their somewhat
less than Promethean (ironically) publishing houses and let their metaphoric books pile up to molder into the dead and slimy leaves that they resemble and under which the "salamanders" can hide?
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What will be the artifice of their eventual invalidation, their ironic slide into similarity with the discredited eugenicists, Flat Earth Societies, and Phrenology adherents of the past—their manufactured and well sustained voids producing them and *sciences* like them—those tired, now unsupported, and legitimately (?) invalidated "sciences" of the too murky and duplicitous near past...
dead branches on conception's tree. One is begged to wonder what
remains to be discredited!
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Sturgeon's Law is applied. 90% at the least!
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Verily! The present is already the past as the future accelerates asymptotically to the present onrushing! By my watch and warrant, this seems true!
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See, not only does this canted and conflicted "science" of the card carrying CSIcopian—even before he was called a CSIcopian—often misstep, err grandly, and grossly confuse the issue (consider Eugenics and its staid Aristotelian thinking (the refined science at any cost of Nazi monster Dr. Mengele), ...aping a pompous masquerade of "process" and "order" and *peer review*... it is allowed to blunt, obstruct, impede, thwart, and frustrate the honest, progressive, and far-reaching efforts of other, more gifted, individuals... ...or maybe the reader's never heard of Nicola Tesla or Robert Reich!
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Many worthy men and women languish unjustly on that ash heap of history, casualties in the pursuit of "science" as a "corporate religion." There must be better science.
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....And folks, think where we could be given that the fruit of our human genius availed itself more equitability to an aggregate "you and me" humanity... ...Our star could wear our glittering stellar civilizations like rings and bracelets. I digress.
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It's clear that Debunkers could be a lot more tentative with their rejections, circumspect with their dismissals, and careful with their derisive refutations and knee-jerk refusals! Why, given they don't investigate what they airily dismiss, they might give them up altogether!
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Verily, their "rejections" are always premature, their "dismissals" invariably inopportune, and their "refutations and refusals" too overtly (suspiciously!) negative. Increasingly, they only achieve an aggregate ineffectiveness with much of the population they'd, ironically, want to convince because they are so stridently arrogant with regard to the shallow proclamations of their own unsubstantiated, if touted, effectiveness! Close your mouth, your astonishment is not appropriate.
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Yeah yeah yeah...We've cell phones and hypersonic flight, sure... but we stand on the very precipice of abject and avoidable apocalypse!
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Additionally, they sow the seeds for their eventual rejection and horrific failure. Good thing, too! Their failure is finally our aggregate advancement, I feel, from the reptilian society we ape presently to the mammalian society we are biologically, even if only presently, as individuals!
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One knows what those skepto-guys are at the bottom of... search your feelings, reader! Debunkers in a legion of varied flavors are at the bottom of every bit of torturous behavior we practice on one another and afflicting humankind today, frankly!
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Fundamentalism, be it scientistic (sic) or God's revealed word, is the bane on which we are poisoned for a mouthbreather's solace, a mouth-breather unable to perceive that his salvation is only ever a result of his fellow man's righteous desire to do as done unto. God's not required.
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No. It's our brothers and sisters who might draw our faith, then, as it's them energizing the civilization upon which we must depend. It's disingenuous to dismiss them as some jealous God's instrument, energized undependablely by His distracted handwaving. Your whole way of life is dependent on the graces of your fellows, reader. People and science can be reliably depended upon. Gods and sciences manufactured to do the bidding of their manufacturers, not so much.
My well searched feelings don't indicate an overstated case; that is my intuition. Dissatisfaction abounds where the soul is sacrificed for crass pecuniary gain. Even the "winners" are bereft of satisfaction, we know, as their triumphs become ashes in their mouths... pursuant to new dangerous and unwarranted triumphs in order to remove that taste made worse with every new pecuniary or toxic success!
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This includes being swept up in the insanities of similar fundamentalist reactionaries of every stripe and flavor, an accommodating overpopulation of people kept purposefully ignorant (and terror-stricken!) about vital aspects of their individual lives by these reactionaries, and then even exacerbating the ongoing and increasing science supported "death of the individual," and the respect for same, with artful dodges to crass remunerations and base pecuniary interests just alluded too, facilitating ONLY the minority if conscienceless shareholder of a skeptibunky initiative!
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"Interesting" times loom, eh?
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The incredible irony is that these same obverted klasskurtxians would profess to be the default champion of the antithesis of these religious treasons and scientistic (sic) betrayals outlined! That's irony you can pump up like a football and punt!
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They decry overpopulation, but, realizing that overpopulation ensures that you don't have to pay any one person too much respect—always someone available to replace the "trouble-maker"—they won't vociferously credit how dire the eventual consequences of that overpopulation must be! They decry fundy religiosity but won't credit the new archeology competently refuting that religiosity or their own fundamentalism! They decry the dumbing down of the aggregate population but still support the corporate educational philosophies of employee production; philosophies not shy about sacrificing every human consideration necessary to maximize efficiency for profit... profits not reasonably shared, I add!
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Overpopulation and a numbingly incessant mal-education via media, institution, agency and government... all to ensure the seeming inevitable death of the creating individual, increase punishment for thinking out of the box, and increase persecution for other victimless alternative self-expressions and creative enterprises... This is no less than the systematic extermination of the cognitively sovereign individual, reader!
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...CSIcopian pelicanists and *faith-based* debunkers help to orchestrate the social symphonies of their inhuman masters... Corporate Multinational Behemoths who care as little for them, actually, as the individual human being they would, handily... even gleefully, wipe out! Search your feelings!
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Could it be that they (these professional denialists criticized) are the invention of the mainstream, created to obfuscate, complicate, and otherwise obliterate an interest in the ufological, or any other peek behind that jealously guarded "curtain," and not the mere lap-dog as I suggested earlier? Who's to tell, the mainstream persecutions continue virtually unabated for those of us getting a sense... of some "reality" significantly greater than the one a CSIcopian would allow, is this writer's feeling!
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A chicken or egg discussion is moot. That there is a scurrilous symbiotic relationship is plain, but "what foul beast slouches off to [that CSIcopian] Bethlehem to be born," again, indeed?
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I'm pretty hard on the debunker... I see him as an abject retreat from the enlightened and individually powerful beings that more human individuals might eventually become! He is a dangerous anachronism, an intellectual troglodyte, a fading ink stamp in a cultural passport where the borders have come down. I see him as the knowing or unknowing agent of the scales on our reality perceiving eyes and the calluses on our subjugated knees!
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Exclusion preferred to inclusion. Competition preferred to cooperation. The pecuniary preferred to principle. Looming Society Suicide.
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Further, I come to see it as lunacy that his DENIALS and PROTESTATIONS and DEMANDS for proof (
proof he'd never accept anyway!) are remotely entertained as anything other than a time-gaining dodge to slow his advancement into a future he knows is coming, move evidentiary goal posts, or...
worse, be that "
special kind of person" willing to continue to profit, for as long as is possible, at the dear expense of others he couldn't care less about.
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In the interests of balance, some would say that there are good people in CSIcop, just like there are good doctors, priests, cops, and even lawyers... with but a corrupted few getting the all the negative headlines... yeah-yeah-yeah...
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Well, I've a hot flash for the reader! There are few good doctors, priests, cops, and even lawyers... or CSIcopians... who, if they don't stridently condemn, in furious prosecution, those in their institution's midst who make the transgressions alluded to? They should be condemned as equally guilty. I move that they are!
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I was, largely, not guilty in my profession as a professional soldier. If I was the kink, I self-evaluated and made changes. Below me, and contemporarily, I'd, and fairly, unkink. Above me, and using the chain of command, I'd make a "thru / to" report from the field. Whistleblow, in other ways.
In 23 years there were three of these incidents resulting in relief for cause of superior officers. No, this didn't make me inordinately popular with command, but as I've already pointed out, where's it writ large that I have to get ulcers for the unethical, illegal, irresponsible, and unwarranted actions of others?
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I don't care if you're Mr. Rogers, Captain Kangaroo, Mr. Greenjeans, or bunny rabbit. Some similarity and similar reactions remain for our regarded klasskurtxian above, awash in unearned hubris, unjustified pride, and unwarranted privilege for declaring himself as the default arbiter of that which is, and studiously uninvestigated.
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As a consequence, they'd suffer consequences for the more active perpetrator. Sorry, not! The CSICOPian would be as generous with me, and gravy is gravy for goose AND gander. Balance requires that I'll allow him no less.
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Restore John Ford
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Read on.
