Critical Prose & Poetic Commentary regarding UFOs and their astonishing ancillaries, consciousness & conspiracy, plus a proud sufferer of orthorexia nervosa since 2005!
It's a labor to peer into fathomless skies. Call it work on any level not reviled or despised. Still, it's toil observing—a pain in the neck—and a chore to keep watching as you crane the head back...
...Too, regret is a bitch ever lurking the wings. No bells on her toes and she carries a sting. She appears near the end of your time on the stage; despair, then, more possible... inured against rage...
.,¸¸,.»§«,¸¸,.·´¯`·.,¸¸,.»§«***»§«,¸¸,.·´¯`·.,¸¸,.»§«·.,¸¸,. ...Will I regret wasted time badly spent
ever searching a fathomless space?
Will I admit and despair "wasted moments"
to a mirror I hold to my face?
Will I shake my head sadly
if I find I've been "tooled,"
and the evidence is in...
I was wrong, so daft... a fool?
What's gone before? Their fantasy... ...their contrived catastrophe! Too, what comes after? Outraged screams... ...I reject their "hopes" and "dreams"!
What must I respect while at the bottom of their food chain? What am I to do as I resist my culture's brain-drain? What am I to be when given air so thick with lies... ...then perceive an ...inexpressible... I have watched attend our skies?
Admonished to think critically ... an ironic bottom line. When you "lays your money down"—when you read the print that's fine? Well, find your leg well hosed with piss! The pisser calls it rain! Too, find their fingers in your pocket when they're not inside your brain!
When you string it all together and the pieces rather fit… Well... you've got yourself a model, friend, and you see this might be it!
Society's contrived dispair is what we feed upon. It's something less than nourishing and the premise is all wrong. The premise is false heroes that support a status quo, where truth is out the window as it's counter to the show.
See, it chaps my ass, and steams me good—their take on... "Founding Fathers," or, believing that you're standing on their "giant's shoulder"! Bother!
Doesn't Mr. Bennett know... or read his own damned books? These 'god-like' MEN were psychopaths... ...malfeasance working crooks!
These were men who raped their slaves conflating swindled dollars! Sure enough, I broad brush! Though, the truth should snag some collars! Congress was a "den of thieves," a place for knave and coward! And Presidents were Klansmen, friend, old "traditions" cruelly powered.
Don't sanctify, or deify, or sanitize it, Bennett! You scurvy dog, inconstant swine... you liar... my opinion!! It's you who keeps our eyes from where... they'd likely get their fill. It's you who keeps us in our caves... ...for darknesses you shill!
So, it's hard to keep on looking into starry, starry skies. The deck has been, then, too well stacked by a *privileged* I decry. Their ridicule is painful; our patience cruelly stressed. Observe: it's asking questions makes a man a "dangerous pest."
I'll still look up, my neck in pain, what else am I to do? There are answers in this vastness, friend, belying what's construed. It's the price of unbound thinking, then, to know the lies been told? And when history is suspect... all bets are off!
Behold!
It's the church, unlawful government...law enforcement mal-entrusted, where media's controlled and their lawyers should be busted. We're at the beck and call, you see, of the hyper-richest's mercies... and these affect life's quality in ways a mite too cursory!
It's beyond the mere repressive how our culture eats its "young." It pretends it's higher minded, yet mendacious songs are sung! See, I disregard its bogus claim it's held the higher ground! See? It can't spawn the "new idea." It attacks... ...to smash it down!
Not to "test," or "exercise", or "to get to murky bottoms"! But "distortion" and "denial"... for "blind eyes" and "ear-hole cotton"! For dismissal of all novelty, a shift that's gaining power—an asymptotic reckoning, too, yawns while brave men cower—these provide to insulate themselves from what they wrought, though the humans of a lesser god be damned to die and rot.
Most don't know they're blinded to our starry, starry nights! Their will, defined by ignorance, precludes they know their rights! We are more than fodder for elitist swine exposed; we don't deserve crass disrespect or that rain that I proposed!
.,¸¸,.»§«,¸¸,.·´¯`·.,¸¸,.»§«***»§«,¸¸,.·´¯`·.,¸¸,.»§«·.,¸¸,. ...Will I regret wasted time badly spent
ever searching a fathomless space?
Will I admit and despair "wasted moments"
to a mirror I hold to my face?
Will I shake my head sadly
if I find I've been "tooled,"
and the evidence is in...
I was wrong, so daft... a fool?
Conversely, many of our founding fathers would most likely be in jail today, put there for egregious crimes against humanity, or strung up by their heels as radical... an ironic result of the egregiously repugnant bunch providing them the most hero worship today…yeah… a broad brush ... but enough paint sticks to illustrate the point.
Regarding what one looks into the sky to see: Why the "other"... or even AN *other*?
Unsettlingly? It can't not be there!
Oh ... I've seen 'em in the morning… ...seen 'em in the evening… seen 'em at supper time! The skies are filled with strangeness! Let 'em stiffen up your spine. [g].
...Why Rhyming? Well, to know I've tried! To stick a finger in the eye of those whom I decry... ...those who'd blithely choose... to rape and plunder. I protect myself from them with my "foot" and "metered rhythm"... ...to hide, in sight, from them, to make small thunder!
See, they can smash you like a bug, shove you, broken, under rugs... make you cry and moan and grieve their impositions... They are soulless, psychopathic, and bereft of any magic. And they funnel fascist fortunes in transgression.
...See, I can't abide their crap. It's as simple, friend, as that. Too, I shan't abide the "dim-bulbed churlish sneerer". I'll eat his face for brunch, and then kick his ass for lunch, then I'll burn his bones for warmth in my December...
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...This'll ooze out anywhere, folks, even in the prose section... unrepentant prosery... no apologies... ...It's what I am—how I insouciantly roll.
...For that face cocked in a reflexive sneer? Gag, pilgrim, on my vinegary bag!
Who is the person in Italy lately so interested in Alienviews. Can the person or persons share their motivation, for many weeks now, in comments? Thanks in advance! Chi è la persona in Italia ultimamente così interessata ad Alienviews. La persona o le persone possono condividere le loro motivazioni, per molte settimane ora, nei commenti? Grazie in anticipo!
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Dr. Lynne Kitei And The "The Phoenix Lights"
by Alfred Lehmberg
I'd hoped Dr. Kitei had adequate security...
As for myself, I was ready to flex my ufological bungee cords once again! Cleats and hardware were metaphorically magnafluxed, cords were checked and treated, and kevlar rip-stop anklers were snuggly fitted around my demure jumper's mukluks! My preflight was complete. All the required equipment necessary to live to fight another day is prepared for action! Let's roll!
I might shoot myself from a cannon for this one. It seems I may be justified after all. All in, I sense lift out there in the hoary reaches of that unending space provided.
A running leap into a ufological abyss does seem appropriate given the confluences of conspicuous circumstances in—and out of—a 'painstream' so disturbed and distorted by corruption and dishonesty that it can, and only fallaciously, be referred to as a 'mainstream' anymore, at all. Compared to GOP media it's a beacon of journalistic light, still, a sincere new light is communicated to me by Dr. Kitei through the "official" and obfuscating smog.
But, what 'confluences' and 'conspicuous circumstances' am I talking about?
I think Dr. Kitei perceives the following, too. Swirling together into serendipitous if unusual conjunction, and accelerating as they swirl, are cutting edge discoveries in the physical sciences, theologies, psychologies, and philosophies et sig al. This is compounded and multiplied by information technology, communicational ease and efficiency, high-speed data transfer, and massive data storage. All of the preceding is further compounded as a result by the realization of more and more individual folks, all the time: the 'official' versions of 'how things are' may not serve their best interests.
They don't, you know. They never have at any rate. Certainly not this century.
Our socio-biological cultural view is stubbornly and irrationally homocentric and therefore, I suspect, wide of the mark. We'd be much better off culturally, I'm thinking, socially functioning under auspices that we were, and decidedly, not alone in the expanding "multi-verse." ...Out of shame if nothing else...
Think about it. Our manufacturing base is geared to quick profit-taking, planned obsolescence, environmental pollution, and energy wastage. How can that not be, therefore, wrong? We'd be well served by energy-saving hybrid automobiles built well enough to be heirlooms rather than rusting heaps replaced every few years.
Our facile education system is contrived to mass-produce blandly docile employees instead of critical thinkers and is therefore erroneous! Our reflex denial of multiple levels of ufological evidence, from the physical through the photographic to the historical and the personal seems abundantly mistaken. Summing up, we're wrong, wrong, and wrong—a slow, agonizing, and fretful demise for all humanity must await us. Now... that's "choice."
Verily, we resist our cultural evolution and upcoming birth like we've dug in spiked boot-heels from the womb side of our evolutionary cervix! Consummated, this is a metaphor demanding misery and death for all concerned, surely. Moreover, it is clear that the "many" presently suffer... for these convenient boot-heels of the duplicitous 'few' in reflexive and self-facilitating denial. Coal and Oil are spiked boot heels, but I digress.
Once upon a time, though, it may be that Dr. Kitei is in a position to apply a little humanistic 'jiffy-lube' to those aforementioned boot-heels. Cosmic midwives might, hopefully, be standing at the ready.
Dr. Lynne Kitei? She is an internationally acclaimed physician and health educator, a leading professional in the "cutting-edge era" of early disease detection and prevention, and was Chief Clinical Consultant at the—world-renowned!—Arizona Heart Institute's Imaging/Prevention/Wellness Center in Phoenix, Arizona.
Additionally, Dr. Kitei has appeared as the resident health reporter for the NBC TV affiliates in Philadelphia, PA and in Phoenix, Arizona, as the medical consultant for KPHO TV News in that city. She has been featured on USA Cable, FOX TV News (...she can be forgiven for that, I suppose...), and MSNBC. Dr. Kitei also wrote and appeared, all over the world, in more than a hundred informational health segments on television.
Oh... and yes... while a genuine skeptic and in no way 'looking' for them at the start, she has seen more than a few... UFOs. That's right.
On the night of March 13, 1997, in Phoenix, Arizona, a plethora of sober persons (numbered in the thousands!) were outside, anyway, to cage a look at the still very mysterious Hale-Bopp comet... then in the evening sky. An infamous comet was not the only thing in the firmament that night! This other thing alluded to was also witnessed by many thousands.
Truth. Lynne Kitei was one of those thousands.
What she saw and photographed was to change her life completely, cause her to reassess her entire worldview, and then bravely risk a substantial reputation to make some kind of sense of what she and many, many others had witnessed on that fateful night. She remains glad, I think, that she's buckled up for the ride.
She was naturally very curious, right off the bat, about this... huge occurrence! When she made casual inquiries about same, altogether rational inquires I add, she was rebuffed, mildly ridiculed, lied to, made the butt of insulting sarcasm, and otherwise assiduously stonewalled! Dr. Kitei is a scientist you see, and a suspect "status quo" was ill-served when it tried to shine her on... at the beginning of a quest imposed upon her. She didn't seek this out. It found her.
...Authoritarians never learn, do they! They never see that their disrespectfully repressive approach is always their eventual undoing. Mash something down 'here', and it only pops up over 'there'... just meaner for the mashing. I digress...
The stonewallers tried to blow-off the wrong lady, indeed, friends and neighbors. A scientist like I said, she was also well keyed into professional media production, was a medical doctor's "talking-head" on NBC, and at one time she was even featured in a film with Nicolas Cage...
Can you smell, 'connected', good reader? Are you starting to rub your hands together, as I have? This lady has connected teeth in addition to substantial chops. I popped real corn for the occasion!
See, Dr. Kitei took a hard 90-degree turn right into enigma's yawning maw and, end-running the whole of our fatuous 'officialdom', refocused on her new goal of finding out what the hell was going on about these UFOs by encountering them directly head-on! She's very obviously strapped in for this bumpy ride, had fixed her sextant on this new "star to steer by", and hauled her ample mainsail. Her colors fly, reader, 13 years later!
Dr. Kitei is a scientist like I said. She didn't see a weird light in the sky and then run off to join a crystal squeezing 'boojum' cult to say beads and worship runes (...with all respect to Boojum crystal squeezers, bead Sayers, and rune worshippers everywhere...). No, she did her homework; she studied the evidence; she interviewed the vetted principals. She reviewed the skeptical opposition she'd too blithely accepted before. She did her research, brothers and sisters, yea and verily! As seems usual, the "conventional wisdom" falls short.
A new world literally exploded around her. She began to suspect she was no longer—had never been, actually—in Kansas, and Auntie "M" (...cubed?) was a myth nowhere to be found!
There'll be no heel-clicking return from this Oz. Besides, who'd want to? As the reader may recall, a multicolored Oz was preferable, preferential, and more fully-featured with potentiality than Dorothy's grayscale Kansas dust-bowl. Speaking for myself, I'd opt to stay in Oz. Another digression.
Dr. Kitei, to continue, was flatly amazed at the startling quality and abundant quantity of the evidence readily available for study! A bona fide scientist, so you don't forget, she realized that there is really no such thing as "proof" actually, only evidence, only ever 'evidence'... that one individual will accept over another individual as "proof." That 'subjectivity' remains to be the foundation of the final 'objectivity'... is a strange twist of irony... but, reach exceeds grasp or what's a heaven for, sages advise?
She was absolutely stunned to discover the number of quality persons who report, at risk, the activities and actions of these strangely enigmatic lights and anomalous objects... objects steadfastly refusing to go away! ...And Persons exist, good reader, Dr. Kitei discovers, who are too many times dashed by an errant system on seemingly indifferent shoals of the mainstream's abject and inexplicable DENIAL... of anything ufological, zeno-archeological, and historically revisionistic, or remotely investigative of the darkly powerful. ...More to heaven and earth and what-not.
She was outraged, I suspect, to discover the head-in-the-sand, derisively mannered, and deleterious approbations from the top-level government, jet-setting corporate, or larded establishment church wheels concerning UFOs! It became clear to her that, to this point, and for all the pain—and death—of some brave and intelligent ufological worthies, ufological considerations by the conflicted mainstream were data driving and not, remotely, data-driven. Lies prevailed, not truth. It only got worse as we all know.
I can't speak for Dr. Kitei, but I suspect that her disappointment upon this gestalt realization of ongoing betrayal was, to say the least, profound... I imagine this disappointment was followed by angered resentment at being so manipulated, duped, and otherwise shined on her whole life by the duplicitous establishment... I may be projecting somewhat... [g].
Regardless, she's in a round of UFO Hold'em and already dealt a couple of aces, considering her reputation and education, and knowing that her opponents in the game have nothing but small cards in different suits, or, nothing, that is to say, she's exuberated to play with the idea of going "all in" as the game progresses... it would seem!
This is, I detect, because she can prove the "Flop," predict the "Turn" card, and has already divined the "River," I'm betting. The only way a mendacious opposition wins now is to lie, cheat, and steal... convince the water-heating masses they disrespect that UFOs are facile fantasy and anyone who wastes time on them is SICK, LYING, or LAZY...
Just thinking out loud... What could be made up out of whole cloth about the good Doctor Kitei to provide the rain for this refreshing parade she's, perhaps, launched at the grassroots about UFOs? What character attacks must she stoically endure in the future?
Kitei may prove to be a rallying standard around which physicists can consort with philosophers and theologists can collaborate with humanists. It would be tres' convenient for the status quo if she would "get out" of the UFO business, I expect.
Her detractors are well behind the credibility curve and lose more supporting relevancy every day while Kitei has already filled her sails with a righteous east wind and can easily out-boat this bloated and illogical squall of card-carrying reflex debunkers, and tack away from the cloying insinuations of pelicanist Sturm and klasskurtxian Drang. She's already produced the 'book' and couched that written explication with a video 'documentary' that was unsurpassed with regard to data following sincerity, legitimately compelling production values, and an all-enriching inspirational optimism for our unfolding future... if we let it unfold that is.
And such a film it is...
This just mentioned film is a first-rate production of one of the most startling ufological accounts of our time... "The Phoenix Lights"... an account very similar to other accounts from the past which have been chronicled by vetted human beings—even if ignored—for as long as we have been able to put pen to paper and even burnt stick to cave wall...
...Even before Christ! Even before Buddha! Even before Moses...before Krishna... before Osiris, Marduk, and El Al... all the way back to Enki and Enlil and beyond. We're not only not alone, reader... we've never been "alone."
Moreover, Doctor Kitei attempts to take a few more bravely unpopular steps out on that ufological limb, forgetting for a moment that someone has to make the traverse because that's where the informational and nutritional fruit and berries are...
The Doctor, respected reader, is open to 'optimism' concerning this 'thing'... yes.
She is energized by this thing. She is inspired by this thing. She is as reassured as she is excited by this thing. So are others interviewed, good reader. Optimism has a flag flying, for sure.
This thing has improved her values, enhanced her already very satisfying (I suspect) existence, reinvented her focus, and widened her views. Dusk becomes a new dawn, verily. She's in excellent company. Many more were similarly affected.
Thusly, Dr. Kitei is truly in a position to lance the boil of our aggregate ignorance, and so has become a dangerous woman. Dangerous to who? Who are these? Just who are "they"? Let's talk about 'them' briefly. "They" are... ...the privileged arbitrary, the unelected, and far too many of the elected. "They," are those who have, and having had, would keep on having despite an aggregate detriment to the common good of those who "have not." "They," are in possession of information that would credit or be to the advantage of anyone who knew, specifically outlining why most know not. "They" are the 'secret keepers'. "They" are the jealous manipulators of the mainstream. "They" are the ardent covetous who encourage bland employees while they discourage critical thinkers. "They" are the ones with suspicious agendas, duplicitous plans, and secret programs. "They" are the 'few' willing to profit, egregiously, at the expense of the 'many'. "They" are above the law, outside reasonable ethics, practice a sociopathic amorality, and hold the many enthralled... but beneath their privileged contempt...
If raw news has any relevancy in these tumultuous times, these precepts are obvious. ...Not to put too fine a point on it. To wit: The preceding are not persons to lightly be "dangerous" to; one might readily agree...
So, I hope Dr. Lynne has good security... as at this point, she is just what the doctor ordered, even as her efforts put her head way up over the berm and her hull well out of defilade... I'd admonished her to keep her 'eyes' open.
She's been an inspiration to me, and you too, I'm betting, if you'd ever had a look. Remember, she's got the Hold, the Flop, the Turn, and the River!
The ufological pot seems hers for the taking... That's enough...
...Anybody have a cannon?
...News and info on her startling book and stunning documentary can be found at:
The sky reflects a lot of 'time' as measured presently. The 'space' is... unimaginable, beyond infinity...! These are dwarfed by 'surfaces': places where we'd stand if we'd had imagination... were less facile—in command. The question's begged who's there right now... and peering back at Earth! Consider plans to visit same... There is, I'd bet, no dearth. See, Drake's equation says they "are", and Fermi says they "will"... ...the evidence of UFOs enjoys denial, still. Drake's equation says they "are," in figures sans all lie. The numbers are conclusive, mirrored thoughtfulness, is why. To the "angle of that dangle," add the square of Drake's potential, and smartly find, besides ourselves? Far more than insubstantial! Yes, we have, indeed, their photograph, we've raked their thousand traces, and some have looked upon them to behold non-human faces... Now, Fermi says they 'will', of course! If they are 'there', they do so. If there, they have prerogatives we cannot guess or even know. But "they're not here 'cause we're not there" is not a valid answer...if "they were here, we'd know it," was Fermi's "tiny dancer." Still, we'd celebrate their fantasy, their homocentric dream, that they alone inhabit space... their arrogance supreme? Their hubris—bloated 'schism—is provoked by errant men who prosecute too passionately... ...what only profits them! These men are not concerned with 'truth', have abdicated 'trust', and shortchange those beneath them, then, with 'promises' of dust! Evidentiary ufology is enormous and well vetted, but folks have lost home, love, and lives... while chasing their "detected." ...And how's that work, this travesty: to punish good behavior, reward instead its opposite, a point gone non-belabored... Photographic physicality, it's passed time's acid test! History is larded with accounts not made in jest. Artists have recorded what ...'real people'... heard and saw... and they wrote in ink on parchment or in soot on cave-home walls. Imyself have seen such things as other pilots see... regarded them unflinchingly and not from bended knee. One must, of needs, be true to self, or risk a cruel despair. One must report the truth they've known: achieve their "Croix de Guerre!" Six facets of an evidence borne out in guts some had... to qualify existence or to keep from going mad... Six facets of reality that some of needs deny, and this is proof that these are fools who might be vilified. Six facets of preponderance... a glimmer of the deep... these shock the sensibilities of those not yet asleep. Six facets of near certainty foretell important news; that we are not, have never been, "alone"! Be disabused!
Yeah... you might safely put that baseless notion entirely out of your noggin and be well served. See, there may be bystanding ET witnesses to your lurid chicanery; be ashamed whether they are there... or not. There is one chance in one... that they are there.
Amir Aczel, a lettered and respected (if late) statistician, worked it out in a book with all the bells and whistles, eh? We are not alone. Moreover, we are our own proof of that.
UFOs, Internets, And Boundaries by Alfred Lehmberg
...Wanna know what UFOs are really all about? Jacques Vallee and the late Terence McKenna shared an inside take on the matter. UFOs are real, but they are two very astonishing things among other astonishing things, the two inform.
First, UFOs disguise themselves as an alien invasion of sorts so we don't get too needlessly worked up and upset with regard to what they really are, to start. Let that frost your short hairs! Alien encounters "extant" are just not "alien enough," it seems. Aliens must be a lot—a lot—weirder than they appear, or they wouldn't be alien.
Secondly? UFOs exist to very convincingly demonstrate to us, from time to time, that Science—not mere scientists, mind you, flawed as they are, but the institution of science itself—has some very serious shortcomings that we human beings are reluctant to consider in a real world... and don't remotely cop to! Our hubris is unjustified. Our arrogance unwarranted. Our ego? Laughable.
We're not knowing what UFOs are, understand... and may be currently unable to understand. Understand? There's a point of view indicating that we are only primates making mouth noises. We can be as an especially insentient and toxic yeast only dreaming we are as gods... of any stripe. That may be the alien view.
Lost balls in the tall grass, ourselves, and at a total loss as to what UFOs are then, we can at least know what they do! What they do is embarrass science and give it a systemic wedgie. There's your cut to the chase. UFOs dissolve boundaries, edifices laboriously erected over time, if perhaps exceeding their shelf life as relevant or even just as a crumbling cultural artifact. Could that be their purpose: to deflate our hubris?
One is advised to know a tree by its fruit and if the fruit is ordinarily assessed as "nourishing" and "tasteful"... is it? Is it really? What nourishing and tasteful quality does fundamentalist religion harbor. It's invisible to this writer.
Something else boundary dissolving? Consider the internet, a sole cultural mechanism of a 1st category civilization making some aspects of humanity closer to UFOs than their own pasts? Maybe encouraged by "the UFO" to remember the history as a function of growing us the fup up? Verily, everything we know about our history is likely wrong.
Wanna know what's really dangerous about the boundary-dissolving internet? It is that it is boundary dissolving. Boundaries, remember, go up for a reason, true enough, full Stop. It remains; however, what to do with uptight, wholly uninformed, minimally serving, and decidedly unjust "reasons"... reasons not submitting themselves for debate or discussion by an always favored if autocratic and androcratic convention of stunning hypocrisy and unfair convenience. Abundant fairness there. ...And those boundaries, even justified, loathe coming down. Beyond the boundaries? Remains that frontier! "All invention and novelty," put as succinctly as possible. ...Just try not to cut yourselves with the new tools in undiscovered drawers... Total surveillance and near utter lack of privacy. Scary and dangerous. Maybe, something else entirely. Walk with me.
Consider you had and/or will have: LAPTOP, breast pocket, or headband—implant—real-time full motion video and CD quality sound in a little *transmitting* station via your cell phone. Everyone is their own TV station with a worldwide reach.
It's hard for anything to threaten you in that kind of *personal* pervasive surveillance, and surveillance of and by others. Watchers *watched* and home a castle, even? UFOs witnessed as they appear in real time? Video records of crimes committed? What man in black visits you at your door or in a deserted parking lot... who would threaten you or harass you while being watched as much as they would presume to watch?
Stalin wouldn't have been allowed to starve millions of his people in a pissy fit of petulant pique, and we won't stand for it when our own starvation, spiritual and otherwise, is pushed up in our face sooner rather than later by the conflated corporate Cardinals of industry, government, and "church."
China takes a lot of heat for its paltry surveillance by the rest of the world in the "T" Square incident… Rodney King burst a true cultural pustule when he exposed a very real and obligatory police brutality via HIS videotaping. More imagination: how much crack can be sold on a street corner when the transaction is being recorded seventy or eighty times? About the only place you will escape the passive and pervasive surveillance is in a place you have designated to be your own home (castle)—perhaps as it should be.
I want the bastard who pops me to be on somebody's film somewhere. Like it was at Waco.
Yeah, that's right ... Waco. Anybody should be able to live any way they want to—within very broad parameters... don't insult yourself wallowing in the up-tight absurd... heralding toxic if nonexistent countercultures or bizarre sexual initiatives or toxic proclivity—ANY WAY THEY WANT TO, as long as it is not forcing a "system" to make me, or any contrary individual, live that way, TOO... ...it's fine! After that, a line is crossed. Informed adult consent and protection under the law, a law no one can be above, eh?
How bad can passive surveillance be if it must also, by definition, keep tabs on the man who makes his surveillance of me? Then, maybe we both stay off each other's ass a bit more.
Such our lives could be beyond the boundaries of unjust mechanism and taking a lesson from the UFO... our hubris is unjustified and we are conversely served by a humility of humble sense and aspired sensibility. It's not rocket science... even if one Dr. Ben Carson shows it might be brain surgery.
