Wednesday, September 20, 2017

"The Man" & Justified Quarantine...


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Just tell me what your deal is! Yes, be up front with me! Tell me what your thinking is! Let's sail charted seas!
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Life's made short, so why live lies? Long life must then betray you! As time goes by your lie's found out; your *life-styles* bugger virtue.
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Just indicate your thinking, please! Include those darkened corners. Or, showing real courage? Make your self your own informer!
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...Spend ANY time outside at night ... Just keep on looking up? You SEE the damnedest things appear! "These ain't just coffee cups"!
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Most folks thinking: something's in... the night, and day skies, too! These are qualifying folks, good friend, believing what is true!
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Christ, you can see it on your CRT... ...from the Hubble's humbling reaches…? The planets? ...Numbered grains of sand... on a billion planets beaches!
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...And ET's shan't confound us! They're not much different than... seeing smoke across a river where we thought no folks lived then…
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Drake works out "equations," and assumptive though they are? Its suggestion, rather strongly? There are aliens, near... not far!
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Too, I know that change is scary! Compare these, friend; we must! ...What WE'VE performed *discovering* ... someone not as strong as us!
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Yeah, we've *pacified* the natives. We'd *domesticate* the few. The rest we'd treat like animals! Hell, we've cooked some up for stew!
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...It comes to that? We'd fight them...!...But, the inverse could be true! It could be... ...they're teaching us... ...To widen up our view!
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All we want's best satisfaction! ...Though, it can't be bought with money. Raw wealth and pleasure palaces? They're empty spaces, crumbling.
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Just tell me what you're doing! Where does the money go? I fear the world I live in! I want answers someone knows!
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You'd say I don't want to know... I'd say you don't want me to know! The "why" is the edge-of-your-seat stuff.
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You know who you are... the rest are cursed as your unwitting facilitators, surrogates, and fan boys. The deplorables.
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See, does the UFO mean more autonomy for the individual? Could UFOs mean that the individual could more easily secede from the "approved"—if derelict—institutions and organizations only abusing the individual? Could UFOs mean that more individuals might have their own castles in a burgeoning 21st Century middle class? That's what scares the man the most. An autonomous individual, you see, must be treated with the same concern and respect that the man reserves for his few equals.
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...Can't have THAT! Autonomy is a club where membership can only be secured by buying in and who can buy in has a privileged titration, sieve, or locus.
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The demonstration of that "respect" for titration, sieve, or locus costs money and power. The man is reluctant to pay that out to anyone, even his own! Forget everyone else. For every Musk there are a dozen Mercers.
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I think most people are driven into isolation from a perceived threat. That threat doesn't have to be real, mind you. That threat CAN be a ruse used to manipulate and coerce. Your *tree* produces fruit, reader. ...You happy with the quality of your fruit or lack of same? I suspect you are, and that's the problem, neatly.
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Conversely, people want to get along! These must not be trained, encouraged, and otherwise falsely convinced to go the other way! Squeeze a lemon and the juice goes in your eye.
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In a similar fashion, a good, credible philosophical "deal" is just not perceived from the dust-bowel environs of comfortably klasskurtxian and pelicanistic skepti-bunky apologists... ...uber-anthropomorphic brigands most likely the root cause of ALL the unshared misery seriously fountaining from this... aggregate lack of respect and minimized individual responsibility we've practised... we've endured ... across the board! Bear with me here. There is too much respect meted out to that which has no respect for you, reader.
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We're not being true to ourselves. We're not respecting ourselves. Consumed with self-hatred? We're not loving ourselves, so tragically, we have no capacity to love outside ourselves. Us or them!
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This would go a long way to explaining that "not landing on the White House lawn" thing. Eh? It may even justify a conjectured quarantine.
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Yeah, I broad brush, but a lot of the paint still sticks. No apologies here.
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...Read on.
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Restore John Ford!

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