Monday, July 06, 2020

Dirt Road Disasters

"On the road, redux..."
Dirt Road Disasters
...A Real Hershey Highway
Of Political Ineptitude and
Philosophical Incontinence


by Alfred Lehmberg


Who is Donald John TЯUMP? Who has he been, who is he now, and who will he be? Astonishingly and ironically, we were well aware of who he had been, and well before the fact! Who he is now is obvious to casual observation. Consequently, who he’s going to be will get no odds from any bookie. Certitude is such as that.


The President* is anointed by all God’s blessing and chosen of the Prosperity Christ and his host of GOP acolytes (those glad grinners wallowing oceans of NRA money and the largess of billionaires as psychotic as they are psychopathic) to be the, [...wait for it...] "President."* That's the Party line.

TЯUMP’s path to political insentience, though, is paved with explicable and factual stones of disconsolate, disastrous, and deconstructive tediousness! Evil especially banal. 

Mendacious hypocrisies trifle the grout around these stones to provide a dangerous and sickening shifting of them around one's unsteady feet… turned ankles are ever a threat and locomotion is impeded … but that their path is decidedly "downward" is crystal clear. It paints, verily, a road to an avoidable ruin. 

Inexplicably, we knew this snake. ...And yet pick him up we did, still. 

We had 2020 foresight... and blew it! That could not be an accident... Consider Jimmy Comey's last-ditch offering of BUPKIS, reader, but addressing Hilly's f'n E-mails, one more time, just days before the election... (Thanks for that, Jimmy m'lad! You may have destroyed America!)

Still, Let’s try to provide for more 2020 foresight, perhaps, and examine a few of these road stones, in turn. Re-warned can be forearmed! Beware! One is as disappointing and inopportune as the next. Watch your footing! We can scrape the footwear with sticks, later on.

Here’s one [the writer picks up a stone oozing something viscous and yet still a'crumble]: TЯUMP... A self-proclaimed super-patriot and a ready espouser that a supposed threat of venereal disease from super-models was his personal stand-in for the conflict in Viet Nam... TЯUMP faked a disqualifying disability 5 times to avoid a war he did not even oppose

Substituted were five (poor) young men to fight and perhaps even die in his place. That has to be, sloughing the mortal coil, worth some hard time in Purgatory, anyway, right there... even from a hyper-Religulous point of view.

Here’s another path-stone. Remember those boys going off to fight in Donald’s place? Well, when they returned shell-shocked, suicidal, and fighting depression (but still not quite adding to the growing statistic of suicide), it was to join the ranks of the hapless homeless... which TЯUMP cruelly tried to have removed from 5th Avenue in New York, as “unsightly.”

When TЯUMP wasn’t increasing the suffering of homeless veterans squeezing blood from their stones, he was stealing from them via his fraudulent online “University.” Injury on top of insult, he lied about donating $1 million to veterans' nonprofits and initiatives. Later on, even in 2016 (!), he’d lie about donating $6 million to other veterans groups. What a prince!

How does he observe himself in the mirror, and how can we look at him? I know I have a problem with it. Mucous on a glass doorknob, it's always a clutch of breathtaking revulsion to hold him in regard.

Not finished with the military, reader, he said he’d make “his” troops actually commit war crimes, and they did! Later on, he would pardon one of those psychopathic monsters committing egregious war crimes, in actuality, and against all the advice of those first-persons testifying against and then convicting him in the first place! 

These would come to be called “The Cursed Platoon”; look it up. It’s TЯUMP in spades. After the review of the preceding link, the reader is instructed to remember that TЯUMP thought this monster was good to go. A roll-model. One to whom all soldiery should aspire…

This writer was a career soldier with a Bronze Star and four Meritorious Service Medals upon retirement. The aforementioned monster is no roll-model to which the soldier aspires. He is to soldiery what the anti-Christ is purported to be to the actual Christ! This writer says true.

Speaking of crimes, TЯUMP was also fined for purloining funds from a 2016 Vets fundraiser, and then, always the willing projector, he erroneously accused innocent US service members of stealing funds meant for Iraqi reconstruction. All this was, of course, wild blueberry road-apples. There was zero theft. It was just a distraction, a diffraction... a ham-handed deflection. It's what he does. A real lover of "his" troops!

The “Commander In Chief,”* TЯUMP generally and publicly called out “his” General grade officers, officers of decades experience and efficacy, for “dopes and babies,” advising any listener how much “more knowledgeable about military subjects” he is than they are. He has personally insulted, if not to their faces, Generals Allen, Mattis, Kelly, Powell, and McChrystal, and then for good measure, Purple Heart awardees Mueller and Vindman, plus Admiral McRaven

Closing out on the military he insulted POWs as those humiliated by “capture,” so "not really heroes." He preferred his heroes, “Uncaptured,” you see. PTSD sufferers were “weak losers” who just could not “take the stress,” presumably, as well as he could in their place!

It is hard to accept how badly he has offended Gold Star Families, anyway. ...But he should get an academy award for the employment of abject toxicity... just for what he said to Myeshia Johnson, the aggrieved widow of the late and ambushed Sgt. La David Johnson. It was beyond the pale and as tone-deaf as one would think.

A grasping pig, then accomplishment and valor thief, TЯUMP will frequently claim or take responsibility for ongoing acts, initiatives, and programs for which he was not, in any way, the provenance. He’s built nothing. Ever.

For instance, he falsely claimed he signed the Veteran's Choice Act into law when, no, he just refrained from impeding it, you know, the exact opposite of his usual activity! Consider, his usual schtick is along the lines of providing for the implosion of healthcare affecting 20 million American citizens in a pandemic… by killing the Affordable Health Care act via the Supreme Court? Yes. Verily. He's working that right this minute!

He has aggravated the suffering of soldiers and their families in other ways. He is trying to eliminate SNAP food assistance, for example. Few understand how much that hurts military families and veterans! Moreover, another torpedo below the American soldier’s water-line are TЯUMP's psychopathic budget initiatives seeking to slash Medicaid below acceptable and humane levels! A disaster for Vets!

He froze the pay for all Federal agencies via Executive Order, too. One recalls that the Federal workforce is 30% veteran, approximately 600 thousand veterans… ...then he dissolves regulations on predatory lenders who target military members as craven prey… This is just pure evil with no lipstick for its pig!

What kind of President sides with known enemy Totalitarian Nations: to always take their word against honored branches of military intelligence otherwise chartered to give the best-practice council regarding the security of the entire Nation... that they can? Maybe the same kind of President to erect senseless and ridiculous walls to an ally Nation, but destroy the public school system sending tax money to hyper-Religulous “educational” institutions!

Maybe he is the same kind of POTUS to Deploy 6000 soldiers to the Mexican border in a 2018 failed midterm election stunt…maybe the same to blow off the Veteran's Day ceremony in France because it was raining and the President* was worried about his hair and orange make-up...

Finally, advised so by competent intelligence, we discover that Vlad Putin is murdering US troops on contract with the Taliban. Only, TЯUMP is calling it a “hoax” and “fake news.” How is this even possible, and possible? Tolerated!

More stones on TЯUMP’s path to National oblivion? To start, he is the “billionaire” who hides his tax returns. It is clear that debt to foreign nationals erodes that “rich-man” status touted for years, and TЯUMP pays off on these obligations in manners traitorous and criminal and dissatisfyingly blackmailed? This writer suspects so. Consider the bizarre behavior of Senator #LeningradLindsey Graham!

TЯUMP is “a stable genius” who hides his college grades. A true genius is not fearful of the revealed chronicle of his accomplishments… but TЯUMP has threatened costly lawsuits (truly the only arrow in his meager quiver) if these grades are ever revealed. What happened to pride and proof of same? ...Then we discover he paid someone else to take his SATs! The swine!

TЯUMP is a “world-class businessman” who has bankrupted 3 casinos, declared bankruptcy numerous times, and then lost, at least (!), 1 Billion Dollars in 10 years! He then demonstrates that he is so bereft of competence that he even failed in selling red meat, alcohol, and casino gambling to Americans. To Americans!

TЯUMP is the “playboy” who pays for sex... sordid, perfunctory, and meaningless, like his imagination. Truly, maybe apart from "Mom"... he never met a woman that he didn’t, at best, patronize. He’s insulted, abused, or raped the rest. His violence has not been restricted to adult women…

TЯUMP is the “Christian” who does not go to church. ...But he will gas and flash-grenade a law-abiding citizenry to walk across the street to an unwelcoming Church! This is merely to brandish a Bible he has never read so as to masturbate the insensate sensibilities of his half-wit, horrific, and hyper-fundy base of flaccid-minded mucous swimmers! Real detestables, imbeciles, and deplorables! Yeah, these persons exist in spades; it is in no way elitist to recognize that.

Cutting to the chase, TЯUMP is the “philanthropist” who defrauds cancer charities for complementary oil paintings of a ludicrous and consummate gasbag, himself. What blistering gall!

TЯUMP is the “patriot” who won’t answer his Nations call to arms. Instead, he cashes a fraction of his privilege to become Brigader Faux-Bone-spurs! Say it! It's him!

TЯUMP is the “innocent man” who refuses to testify because he can’t open his mouth without lies and mendacity rolling out like fiber-poor fecal matter. He can't even fake a consistent testimony... senselessly contradicting himself every other sentence. A sensible person would just report to prison, sans trial.

TЯUMP is the “President” who takes no responsibility and shows only incompetence and self-interest. He is the evil narcissist's narcissist only interested in a story about him. 

TЯUMP is the “tough, strong man“ who wears makeup, hairspray, and adult diapers. He won't look Nancy Pelosi in the eye.

Finally, and ironically, TЯUMP is the “deal maker” who has yet to close a deal of any real consequence, importance, or constructiveness in a non-criminal world. He is a shameful sham and an unconscionable flake, as insentient as he is insensate and as psychopathic as he is treasonous. Treason? …Plain as the nose bitten off a spited face. He is our President.*

The Asterisked President!  

We have erred and erred hugely facilitating TЯUMP in any shape, way, manner, fashion, or form on a current pathattempting to make progress on the mucked and stinking trail of broken glass and uneven gavel he would take us down. His only supporters are supremacist sycophants and pork-lard-brained boogaloo-boys… insentient incels glad to believe toxic and self-masturbatory rumors while ignoring cited science and full-featured fact. These need the hose. Stupid has had its run.

Come November? We have an opportunity to take the saner more sure-footed path. Let us make that so. We are not served, none of us, keeping "Blacks," back. We are not rewarded, any of us, keeping "Browns," down. We're not elevated, in any way, steering the initiatives of righteous "Queers." We're not served, rewarded, or elevated keeping women in the rear and second tier! We know all this to be true... the worst of us, we know it! Comes a gylany!

VOTE! This writer will low crawl broken glass besmeared with suppurated Covidity to get to the polls! 

In closing, who is it in leadership insisting I be compelled to do just THAT... when I could safely, in a secure manner (more secure than those questionable "Russian" voting machines!), and sanely... VOTE BY MAIL! 

Read on!

"I'd burn this county down
to save my ass...
Believe it!"




Thursday, July 02, 2020

...Anthropomorphism's Malapropisms...




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I've sensed wild dolphins "thinking
through a treasured friend of mine, 
though their meaning 
swam just in and out... 
of focus. 
You'd think you'd understood it, 
then so quickly it is found... 
*understanding
has some different kinds 
of locus.

Your top is inside out
and you find more room for doubt! 
Any "meaning" frankly crumbles... 
...in your hand. 
You are lost and incomplete... 
disadvantaged, sans receipt
and the values that you're missing 
you're not built to understand.

What follows? 
A portrayal...
 of a dolphin's unique thinking. 
A look inside the process 
of a "mind." 
It's not what you're expecting, 
likely off if you're detecting 
"understanding
in the *pictures* that you find...

So, see the "bigger picture."
See a forest for its trees.
...But remember that
the "bee's knees of creation"...
Is not what humans think...
we, who've led us to the brink
of dissolution, utter chaos,
and destruction...
...
...
[...Splash! ...Then...]
...
...
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Simplicity, eccentricity,
glove-feeling liquid space!
Pair and touch, 
and fly for brunch
...our pleasure is our grace.
                             
Free and clear, 
if one large fear, 
but spread out in the POD;
   the girls provide solidity

it's them who talk to _*_.

Murky water is a clarity 
we can "see" in ultrasound, 
that the water is her body 
makes my lover more profound.
We see undulating liquid ... 
it's the beating of our hearts.
Our brains aglow with energy, 

our fins are fairy art.
Our thoughts are more enduring 

than the canyons out beyond;
It's our presence is a blessing 

That we know the Truer God. 
The *mindless* ones 
are not about 
to suffer any folksters.
Those "senseless ones"

who live up-out 
are enigmatic youngsters.

Our mystery is the *human-being* 

who stay in the *above*,
made captives of their *fingers* 

they are lost, depraved, benumbed.
The water's getting deeper, 

and we wonder what they'll do.
We hope they don't move out with us, 

unless, of course, they'd grok the blue...

...And fribble in the narb way, 

or mittle in the greeb,
and never, never 

slap their bill 
to growl a hapless neeb.
...Wouldn't it be rapture 

if they hammeled 
out their carns?
If they
leedled 

in the briny 
with their vornals 
in their slarns?
Is it feebled artful noffle

Or do they plother nobben falien ...
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...And it's then, right here, you have to stop! 
The thoughts just get too "alien"!

They're accusing 
and they challenge 
what we humans hold so dear. 
They see us as deficient, 
and it's us, friend, 
causing fear. 
It's us, wrong minded and obscene; 
it's us to waste resources; 
it's us to sow our disrespect, 
and tack our errant courses. 
It's us to foul their briny homes; 
filth eats them all alive! 
It's us to catch them in our nets,
then hate them as despised. 
...And still, they won't molest us, 
or give out like they get. 
Even Orcas won't ingest us 
though we've swum with baby seals, 
yet!

The point? 
We don't communicate... 
with "folks" some still think FISH
Some humans even EAT them...
a refined and genteel dish! 
Expand that illustration 
to the folks just down the street...
maybe slightly better eating... 
'til you smell their burning meat...

Like, we impose our motives, folks, 
on creatures from "black space"! 
We would box them into category
we'd assign to them their "place." 
We, who know so little
would pretend to make distinction; 
we, the "gross untested" 
who provide our own extinction!

We would call them *bad* or *good*, 
and write for them their ethics. 
We'd pretend to understand them, 
and predict, for them, aesthetics
We would make pronouncements 
on their conduct or their "badness." 
We would place a value 
on the methods of their *madness*. 
We would squeeze a dollar 
from our wan pontifications, 
and then mock a search 
for honest truth... 
so lost to obfuscation!

Why, we can't "speak" to human beings 
who are the very same... 
yet we'd "humanize an alien," 
and ascribe to them our shame! 
We make them strangely subject 
to the whims of our economy; 
they sell our cars, machines that wash...
they ape our weird philosophy? 
We're, sure (!), our most dishonest 
when we deal amongst ourselves! 
How in hell 
can we decide 
their program; 
(please!) do tell!


...With An *Other*...



  • Especially when no real *looking* is going on, right? No looking, inexplicably, even in this day of official admissions regarding current events from the US Navy. No looking ...except, of course, by an accepted minority of honest, talented, and largely concerned individuals. It remains that these individuals are decidedly apart from the mainstream and found in a deplored ufologist *fringe*. 

  • At least, good reader, as that "fringe" is characterized by those largely self-interested persons who profit in support of a dodgy klatch of errant souls caught under that VAST malapropism of... the mainstream! The mainstream: a mechanism of empowered psychopaths struggling furiously to profit the few at the clear expense of the many... ...and so not any kind of real society serving "mainstream," really, at all.

  • Still—UFOs are jammed up our nose in peculiar, self-limiting, if salable ways... at every conceivable opportunity! Somebody is *paying* to keep the possibility of the *other* alive. But a "safe" possibility—a "controllable," and therefore a malleable or "deniable" one?

  • Why? Why, indeed. Wonder why we'd wonder that in a constructive crunch of metacognition...
  • Perhaps... it's simply but that we really are... ...not alone, reader! Take a moment to let that sink in... then reflect that these suggested entelechies may likely be worse news for the folks in charge and profiting than the folks inadequately charged and paying out too dearly.  Sure... they may eat our heads. They may improve and elevate our heads, too. Both or neither. Remains the future, right? That spins out regardless.
  • Official acknowledgment in the grand sense may even coerce the unadmitted unelected leadership to re-update, re-consider, and revamp its self-serving by-laws, codices, and rules, right? This is a nasty toil and an odious exercise if you weren't doing that as a matter of course... trying to officiate a sane and sensible society. Yeah... this is something they loathe, even if understandably, to do. No one wants to redo work thought done... ...Yet, a pox upon them for their self-serving infidelity and not performing same!
  • It's an intellectually self-serving solitude they crave. No exterior witnesses to their lurid non-constructive crimes...

  • Intellectual solitude? The very idea of an intellectual "solitude" in the multiverse, it's found in reflection, is ludicrous and wasteful... even obscene

  • Moreover, that root idea as expressed has a potentiality so close to zero that you'd win a dozen lotteries before arriving in a universe where the aforementioned "ludicrous" was still, remotely, possible! Truth, I suspect. There is no solitude! There never has been.
  • Forget, see, the too constrained, Drake Equation! Dr. Amir D. Aczel, a Massachusetts University mathematics professor and author of ...Probability 1... (about a minute in on James Fox's Out of the Blue film documentary) shows that the likelihood of an *other* is so close to 100% (a decimal followed by a near unending succession of "9"s), that its ultimate value is indistinguishable from one chance... ...in one! 100%
  • Reader! Indistinguishable! One hundred percent!
  • Remember too, truth-seeker, that humanity itself is its own proof positive that the *other* exists... it's own proof of concept! How does that work?
  • Here it is in a nutshell: Nothing that can happen at all... ...happens just once, reader! Not in this universe.
  • If it's happened "once"...?...it's happened a million times... a billion times.
  • We "happened..." Verily.
  • With regard to Fermi's Paradox? Where are they? Where are these *others*, then?
  • Well, seven categories of very compelling evidence, evidence enduring every risible if highly organized effort to deride, dismiss, and despoil same... ...says... ...*they (plural is obvious)*... ...are here! Run off into the forest, screaming, now... I'll wait for you to come back...
  • [...Jeopardy Music plays...]
  • ...What does the preceding mean to you? Outside of being removed from the playpen and given the supervised run of the *house*, *appliances*, and what-not (...cosmic neighborhood/suburb/state/nation...planet?)? Not a damned thing! You can stay in the play-pen!
  • ...Yes, you can remain in your straining status of imagined cultural stasis, watch the fly-ridden and increasingly fetid feces-piles stack up in somebody else's corner, endure that which is shoveled down upon you, yourself... get increasingly more sick and infirm and then... ...and then expire gracelessly in misery so profound that Greek-like tragedies would be penned, ultimately, in mournful remembrance of it... had anyone survived. A great legacy for the kids, eh?
  • ...Don't think they don't know it, either.
  • The alternative?
  • Well, that's summed up in spreading your arms, neatly cleaving your heavens... ...then deliberately soaring to a spot far in advance of what the "crib-dwellers" keep so far away from them to their fronts...reader. What you'll be perceiving, yourself, as left far behind.
  • Behind is the toxic afterbirth of our tortured spawning.
  • Ahead? A universe of potentiality, profundity... permission—dammit... a responsibility!—to explore these things as an intimation of our conjectured immortality.
  • You choose for humanity, reader. Alone and sullenly masturbating in a stifling closet quickly filling with your own fecal matter, or making a productive and multi-faceted intercourse with a galaxy of *other* beings... ...the evidence says are there... and already interacting with us! What's it going to be?
  • The concrescence LOOMS, folks!
  • Consider. Even in the dim, dim unlikelihood that we were alone, reader. We're much better served by functioning culturally in a manner like we were not.  We are, even as unlikely as that likely may be, alone in the multiverse, or we are not. Both are as astonishing as the other, and here we are, reader... disrespecting, degrading, and dismissive of both potential realities vis a vis our disgustingly juvenile and insentient behavior.

  • Be that as all that may be, our largest humility with regard to the matter would NOT be unjustified. Why, it might even be appreciated.
  • ...Think that alien just conjectured doesn't realize Cetaceans are people
  • Restore John Ford, but read on.

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Reach Exceeding Grasp

Even employing the finest minds, the administration of such
meager sensory input is ever going to provide an
incomplete and misleading estimation of "reality."

Reach Exceeding Grasp
(and a Good Thing, Too!)

by Alfred Lehmberg

We'd only ever aspire to "reality," actually. ...Really fret about it, our reach far exceeding our meager grasp, farther and more meager as we go! We insist, ironically though, to get lost to any thinking on a "destination" and so miss even important parts on the "journey." ...Miss them or confuse them with something else... Ironic when no one really knows where they're going in the first place...
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Oh, how can you be
Two places at once...
When you're not anywhere...
...At all?
                                       Firesign Theater
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...Too, there are some of these, seemingly immutable, realities, really real, key, and de rigueur for the day to day! It's just that they are not really useful to us in our corporeal extentialities as flawed meat-puppets! These realities won't float in "meat space" forgetting they compose "meat-space." 
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Moreover, the reality of any reality we'd perceive changes, and this writer would bet substantially, just for our taking it in our regard! Mere passive observation is a change agent! No? Does the reader change behavior when they find they are being observed. Does the reader slow down for a cop?
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See, the reality is that one's "reality" is a myth where it pertains to what we must find important to us as human beings... ...or any other entities suspected and lurking. We're not served not observing these just mentioned. That actuality has had a recent official announcement, but I won't digress there, just yet.  
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Sure, base reality has its spin, rate, charge, and vector... all very necessary and important, I'm sure, but where are those things (apart from making all the proceeding possible in its way) on one's pleasure of achievement, one's personal satisfaction, or one's experience with seven grades of love? These three may be the same thing.
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In truth, reality can only ever be a personal fable replete with talking animals... which are of course required as they are in any fable... and you do talk with your animals... they do "talk" back... of course, they do! 
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Oh sure, there's enough overlap of consensus in language and situational definitions or we couldn't remotely survive... we'd go stark and/or raving mad, each of us, not knowing which mouth to put food in or which hand to slap. Though, it remains uncomfortably: the reader has been in enough affairs ending up 180 degrees out from where the reader thought those affairs were, right? The solid ground quickly turns to substanceless mist and freefall flutters one's nonplussed butterflies. Abrupt instability!  Plan for the one but get the other? ...Usually unfun. 
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So, apart from a rough plan to navigate strange or familiar frames of existence in one's life, days, nights, and all-weather, what is one's personal fable? Is our personal fable how we plug into our "agreeing" mother society? Of course.
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See, our agreed-upon "cultural fables" mean something—mean anything at all, actuallybecause, individually, the individual makes those fables mean something! We do with our fable just like we do with our money. Consider... our money is entirely valueless but for our shared agreement that it is not. Lost faith means lost value. That's the way everything works, nes't ce pas? From monotheistic religions to the purloined money becoming their lifeblood and raison d'être. "Faith" in something. Faith, if it doesn't make the World go round, it at least keeps it whole when it's not shoving a sword in its own spokes. 
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...Only, you have to be able to test it! You have to be able to test it... and it has to pass muster. It has to pass muster and do so positively in an efficacious manner! There must be unfettered peer review and a defining cultural consciousness to let the "better idea" rise up!
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No, the aforementioned cultural fable—replete with the inevitable and unethical complications of unregulated corporate beasts currently braying their pecuniary infidelity like white-privileged ghoul-weasels—is only a best, and perhaps not best educated, ...guess at an interpretation of how we have told ourselves, instructed ourselves ... convinced ourselves that *the way things are*, are truly, the way *things* are

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They're not. You know they're not. Don't freak. It's good news. 
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How boring would your verified and validated estimation of a causal reality be, given time? Aren't you glad no one was sitting around waiting for you, reader, to invent, say... the jet engine or the quantum computer? This writer's own estimation of reality, made true, would be insufferable after the most minimal amount of time! Like Vogon poetry, right? ...And he has already gotten that comparison! [Heavy sigh...]

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So... Not to be blamed entirely, then, are the unelected governments, non-accountable agencies, and the duplicitous institutions we tolerate now at peril. See, we individuals still have to "buy-in," mote by errant mote into the "official concurrent reality." We're required to buy in under "penalty"... or it all just evaporates away! That evaporation may be a good thing, see? Travails are not omnipotent and unending. They bleed. They pass. Our will makes that so.

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Moreover, if unsettlingly, and with greater frequency, the aggregate fable changes for the observer, as already mentioned, just for the observer observing the fable. Metacognition can make that change for everyone! Seeds planted can grow exponentially. Consider the aforementioned jet engine and computers.

Seeds (purposely) misplanted are denied any growth at all. Consider the impertinent deconstruction of a W.B. Smith, Golden-age UFO (There it is!) dean! This is by persons even most times more canted than they are ridiculously impertinent given current events linked to above. There is much to distort an observation prosecuting an adjacent agenda than is admitted in the proclamation that it be "scientifically unbiased."  It isn't because it says so, eh? Science won't cheat. ...But scientists will.

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W.B. Smith? He was a quality human instrument in the tradition described by Allen Hynek. Smith gave us evidence of high government ufological involvement, the "quadrature" concept, and the now much-touted "non-interference doctrine," astonishingly. Kirk and Spock's concern that the prime directive is observed at all comes directly from Smith... and not Gene Roddenberry, who only knew of Smith and pirated the Smith-revealed philosophy of those "topside," ...is this writer's understanding...
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Observed in the light of homocentric cant, as Spock and Kirk were, Smith's positive hope for future-hurtling humanity is obverted and falsely invalidated. This, presumably, is so we "talking monkeys" can hold on to our cherished if baseless and unlikely dreams of cosmic solitude. This writer's intuition is that there are better dreams. Smith thought so!
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The truth changes... or does it...?
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Government is "real"? Our loves are "real"? Our hates are "real," and it wouldn’t all just disappear with the first asteroid, viciously consuming prion, or at the first scurvy whim of "the man"? 
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*Reality* is nonsense. Reality... is what we impose on ourselves or is imposed upon us. We make it up as we go, and as we go, the manufacture of that reality accelerates. Our societal curve goes asymptotic... recline seats and fasten belts. Gird loins. Just passed the knee, now, of the illustrations' curve? We accelerate more and more vertically, if precipitously, on these curves... both good and bad...! Hyperspace looms. 
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...See, one's reality is nonsense, good reader! Why? ...Because we have no idea where those just described accelerations are headed! Moreover, perception, condition, and situation are wildly different for wildly divergent people all over our planet...
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Eight or eighty? Blind, crippled, or crazy? Walking, crawling, or stinking—sociopath or sociophile... the "center of the universe" is a different experience for everyone... for every living thing... It's not only true that you can't step in the same river twice! You don't even do it, once!
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What now brown cow? Over our shoulders yawns the fathomless multiverse like a sentient beast, eh? We feel its icy breath in the exotic exhalations of brother and sister entelechies "out there"... out there precisely BECAUSE we're "down here" (nothing happens once)... those of the "known unknown," breathing on neck napes... and finally, it rolls around to toll for the reader, too, another good thought! See, the moments of now become more important and better appreciated... even as the universe may yawn. That's then, you see. This is now, and everything HAS changed...
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Is it more than blind luck, good and bad, that you are where you are at present? It's not what we think! For some, surviving that just conjectured asteroid strike is a step up, and still, the individual is at the extreme dead center of it all … The Center. Of. It. All.
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You, the reader, frankly. You're the dead-lock nut securing a "reality" working for you... or not. A lot of that is going to be obvious luck of the draw. Remains... choices. Sacrifices. Advancement. Just don't be overly surprised that your "step forward" resolves as "two steps back." 
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~"You"~ is (sic) the center of the universe, period, reader, it remains. Me too, see? Me too and the other guy... but that's beside the point. That there must be responsibilities and mindfulness associated with that centrality; that is the point.
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Verily, see oneself at the center of "everything" while realizing that very, very little of that "everything" is about oneself... and maybe the lesson has been learned. Responsibility is required of ANY power. The writer learned that in two years as the Senior TAC at the US Army's Warrant Officer Candidate School in 1989...
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Cozy America... forgetting the blessings (equally momentous) for a moment, entirely... there are horrors "out there," reader, beyond our contrived and ineffective borders, for which we are liable! Consider the production of your child’s soccer ball, or those long fat bananas mom buys down at the store... and these are a couple of the most (seemingly) innocent (...both of the preceding have real environmental horror stories) ... Cathy Lee Gifford knows what I’m talking about! "K"-cups? Hamburgers?  Don't get me started. Who pays so you can play?
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Once we think we have the deadlock nut on something, though, we are loath to let that solidity, even ~if~ an imagined solidity, go; this is even as any "lock" was an illusion or a... personal fable. 
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We fight for our dodgier convictions out of some weird pride of authorship, or ownership—made whole cloth out of "self-centered convenience," only. Consider Fred Hoyle. The Steady-State Universe is a habitation for unicorns. Get over it. "Steady State" seems abundantly dead. Panspermia makes sense, still!
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See, some of these convictions are seen as "dead right," others as "dead wrong." We end up on one side—or another—of this transient meaninglessness... and despair. See, there is no "side." In a Yin Yang illustration, it's not the opposites perceived, it's the edge between them, ignored. That's where the action is! The bordered EDGE!
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All too soon, though, we are entrenched in some destructive belief system out of sheer momentum. This is how Christians bury Muslims in swine offal when they fight the Bosnian wars (It happened!). This is how homosexuals are beaten (...stoned? Dragged behind cars?) until they're dead (It’s happening!). This is how blacks are being filmed strangled in the streets by the authorities sworn to protect and serve them (Happening, now!). WTF!
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Do these persons bring their treatment upon themselves? Do they? Or is it brought upon them out of mean ignorance, intolerance, or indifference to one's more ethical compassion and good common sense ever ignored as too difficult! Not a question, reader... an observation.
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All this dissolves upon a search for the un-stretched mechanics of why conditions are as they are—the AlienView. When the chips fall as they may, and we all cop to *conditions*, those *conditions* improve real fast... even if it means the, ah... ...*best*... having to give up the *best* champagne ...for a while! Even if you have to be a little ashamed ... just for a while... one ultimately cops to pragmatic personal responsibility... or despairs!
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Example: the raw numbers say the ratio is a ball-parked seven to one: working ~honest~ poor at or just above the poverty line, to Clear Profit Millionaires (CPM) in these United States. We're just spitballin' here, ...'K? ...'K. Work with me...
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Imagine a, let’s go nuts, $25,000 annual boost or subsidy in that working-poor-woman-single-mom's hand for her trouble... 25 x 7 is $175,000... or, the CPM only clears $825,000—the next year, of course, he recoups his loss, plus, in the hotter economy, “but what the hell...” the millionaire somehow reasons, “...a bird in the hand...”? That's psychopathy you can smell AND see.
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This is how he (the man) treats people who build his house, keep him warm ... heat his water... shovel his shit! With Corona, we lately discover how important these people are!
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What could be wrong with a living wage and not being thrown out of your home a result of a minor illness! Why is the CPM the sole entity blessed to be absolved these things?
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Nothing is the way we fallible humans think it is. This is why we have to detach, move back ... see proverbial forests for proverbial trees; be able to re-evaluate positions in the light of new evidence... and grow. Grow or die. Die... or be wished dead! That's got to ring a bell.
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Admitting that you are wrong (...when you admit it?) is, still, a step up. This is where we will find our salvation—in tolerance, hard (at first) uncomfortable truth, and then its incandescent light.
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Sincerely, if you didn’t have *stock* in one position or another, like an alien might not, would you even hold the positions that you hold? Don’t be too quick with your affirmation; it’s very likely wrong. Restore John Ford.

Friday, May 29, 2020

Whither MUFON?



Whither MUFON?
Illiberal, authoritarian, and unprogressive...
...and just gone underground?
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How can they get all hard-nosed 
and act like they've the plan? 
They pretend their circumspection; 
their pretense is they've command!  
See, "understanding" is forthcomingness
progression to a goal.  
MUFON spews mendaciousness
and that's the way they've rolled.

These propound a faith in "models," 
they're a tricky paradigm,
and lord help those 
who won't buy-in... 
these prescribe you'd lost your mind!  
Then, you're cast upon the waters, 
you're pushed out on a floe 
for questioning "direction" 
and the way things "ought to go."

...And it may be you're specious...
your "ideas" out of wack. 
That you're just short the french fry,
so your meal's not intact.

...But it won't be from MUFON
your assessment should be made. 
Their assessments have a bias...
you'd want light where they're the shade!
They're rightist to fascistic
So they're prone to making enemies 
Narcissistic, not reliant...
They are not your cricket, Jiminy!

Too, forget about due process
and accusers ever faced!
Forget about an audit path
of which there is no trace.
Forget about collegiancy
to aspire greater goals
than that business which is usual
with our data down black holes!


I care not for their "fence side, Sir"! 
These make the errant struggle!  
They'll be damned as they're elitist! 
When I can I'll pop their bubble!

I despise them! I abhor them! 
They have sold us out for peanuts
Where they suckle teats of privilege
They confirm their stand against us!

These live contrived and pleasant lies; 
they're safe behind their walls
They're owning their own lawyers, 
so they're knowing all the *stalls*. 
If things get hot, they're slick as snot... 
they've *dirty tricks* brigades! 
You can count on their discretion... 
just as long as they are paid?

You can *shut away* what scares you, 
'til your eyes can't see what's there
You can have a little drinkie
and pretend that you're not scared
You can roll in squalid flesh piles 
if that rings salacious bells. 
You can run from all your nightmares, 
*pray* to gods providing hell...

...Why, if it's not your precious property
or a *fair-won* trophy wife? 
Then it really shan't concern you. 
It can't freshen up your life. 
It won't fatten your account. 
It won't land you on your feet ... 
so what’s the bleedin' point, you reason
Why not make your life "complete"!

I am answered by the worst of them.
The one most psychopathic.
...Resorting to the gaslight
Of the spitting autocratic:

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"So tell me, precious 'Poet Boy'," 
these smirk their angered sneer,
"...Just what in hell would you give out, 
you whining, leftist queer"!
"What's your *gallant* sacrifice; 
what do you give up.
What do you contribute"? 
He drops his 'Cuban' in my cup.

"With the *big bucks*? You're no different,"
and he shoots his silken cuffs.
"...You believe in UFO's"!! 
...like that would be enough.
"You're a nut case! You're a bonehead! 
You're a liberal bleeding heart.
You whine your stupid spewage 
that is off *my mainstream* charts!
You badmouth lauded Scientism... 
which has given us "the power"...
to tame this world with human will"! 
He stands there (...small!), and glowers!
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Well...I'm a soldier and a teacher; 
I give and get respect. 
I've always shot for excellence... 
if my reach exceeds my grasp. 
I pay my way; I drive small cars; 
I'll not abuse advantage... 
of a system, or a program, 
or a human... Disadvantage.

Mine's been a life of service, friend,
and I've worked the harder jobs. 
Too, I've learned a lot from women 
I must give respectful nods. 
My wife? She drove a school bus. 
My son is not in jail
My friends? I think they love me, 
and its them I shall not fail!

My charged *belief* in UFO's 
is strictly common sense
I've seen them, leering critic, 
if you shan't? It's 'cause you're dense.

My wage? It's near the bottom 
when compared the least of you, 
but I would give up everything... 
as long as you did, too.

So, BE NOT PROUD, you fascists, 
that you betray "the Earth," 
that you use her like your garbage can, 
and treat adherents worse. 
Your position's NOT that lofty, 
'cause you're *clever* to betray, 
never asking who'll be paying 
as you make your facile play...
...Authoritarian and imperious
and fascistic in every way.

You are not the best of us.
In fact, it's made quite plain.
You justify our quarantine.
It's you, our mark of Cain.



  • ...This is not forgetting that less is more. What is abhorred in the whole is not a result, many times, of what happens at grassroots. Where rubber meets road in the local chapters there is a sincerity of affect... I've seen it. I've met and otherwise come to know some of these wonderful people living and now dead. These know it's not about them and their agenda... up, down, or over and out. No presumptive effrontery! 

  • It's true, even remembering that a liberalism's inclusiveness provides for discovery's outreach! ...As opposed to the autocrat's personal covetousness providing only for more personal covetousness! ...And there's a real comfort, believe it or not, in the mere recognition of that. 

  • See, the less MUFON squeezes, the less MUFON's upper reaches intrudes it autocracy on those grassroots...the fewer of us are pinched out through its fat gauntleted fingers!  An authoritarian grip is weak locally, thankfully.  See, we could accommodate ourselves spending time and attention ufologically while living richer, fuller, more healthful, and more satisfying lives, together. Even, reader, in this time of what seems to be a wholly unnecessary Pandemic... It was all choice actually... when we look back on it. We chose poorly.
  • No, I submit that a serious study of the ufological... a cultural top-down admission that we're in kindergarten and have significant growing up to do in a cosmic sphere is best course, best idea, and best practice-stuff right f'n NOW.  The antithesis is to urinate opposed to the meteorological disturbance extant. 

  • C'mon, read that last sentence again.  MUFON would seem to work apart from the efficacious in the preceding and perform that opposition described to piss in wind? That's the up-shot.
  • There is absolutely no one good reason why general life should harmfully raise your blood pressure as a matter of course, and with such tedious regularity, too. It begs the question why it does.  Causing this high pressure may be a lack of common courtesy or the remotest due process too often displayed in the activities surrounding us. Why, MUFON providing for a wholesale Saturday night massacre of its females (et sig al) from their leadership positions sans the remotest smidgeon of such, is case in point!
  • Does an increasingly irrelevant MUFON demonstrate that it has become completely unconscionable, inconsolably unaccountable, and wholly contemptible? Unendurable, even?
  • The answer to that question cuts across the proclivities of corrupt governments elected and non-elected, duplicitous institutions over-facilitating their bottom line unconscionably, evil agencies of criminality without oversight as accomplice, and all this leavened with cynically authoritarian religions without real conscience, compassion or genuine respect for the individuals they otherwise manipulate, chump, and coerce!  Does MUFON complete its transformation into this kind of entity?
  • Prepare to be invalidated by those self-same individuals for whom you'd  have no respect, soulless MUFON corporatists... ...you scabrous and psychopathic disrespectful! The end of your legislated sociopathy must be inexorable and well nigh, so wholly explaining the autocratic and unilateral activity on your part! Do these provide for liquidity in ulterior"portfolios"? Somebody makes money somewhere... even if that money comes as a result of shoring up a less than efficacious status quo...
  • What's this to do with UFOs? Everything.
  • It's what the future is. Verily. Think not?  Jacques Vallee, a current grand darling of the "it ain't what you could think," crowd—a crowd insisting on science, also something less than efficacious, as default arbiter—allows, even, that science must account for the "mechanism" that is the UFO, and the adjacent, alternate, or extra intelligence, the wholly other, that the UFO must intimate... and do this without regard to the provenance of that the UFO, too, from the trans-temporal, through the xenocryptic, to the full-blown extraterrestrial.  ...An "other" exists "apart," employing (and enjoying) a "technology" of we cannot conceive. Cop to that

  • Will society implode as a result? Well, we better f'n find out! Putting off the dentist is a bad idea. Putting off the cosmic dentist I suspect would be worse.
  • See, the future is the inevitable extension of the past, reader. The past, in its turn, is riddled, very conservatively... soaked, imbued, permeated, saturated, and infused with a clear history of the UFO... ...unmistakable encounters with the wholly *other*.

  • Peter Jennings said just before he died that official acknowledgment of same was unsatisfactory. His language was harsher, actually. He said "rotten."
  • Too many "quality instruments are making [too] many quality observations," reader. This is forgetting the reportage in old ink and more ancient stone, remember. Denial is ludicrous.  Where has a MUFON been but allegedly collecting information they've done nothing with... for decades! Have they ever been an instrument of our ufological obfuscation?
  • An intelligent *other* is obvious. Also obvious is MUFONs aggregate titular cowardice with regard to its conduct. Yes. Accusations of revolting sexism, fatuous intellectual cowardice, and general infidelity are not remotely out of line!
  • Alternative behavior concerning the preceding is the effrontery of the presumption we are the first intelligence ever... (pause for laughter) when that is very conservatively unlikely in the first place... ...and badly executing, if true, in the second! Those remaining to be the pompous and presumptuous pathetic?  Please move to the shallow end of the gene pool. Volunteer for sterilization, even, so your genetic contribution can be more effectively cauterized from the species. You're not helping, this is to say...  
  • The rest apart from a corruptive MUFON? These keep looking up! These transmit or radiate an ardent desire, clear intent, and brave acceptance... (some freaking humility?) even humanity ...and... ...soon, I suspect, that future will snatch them up to grandly soar and cleave the heavens... leaving far behind what officious others still perceive far in front of them... ...if those perceptions can be made by them, at all. 
  • Yeah!  Existential "Rapture" for the few who didn't buy into the hijacked mainstream and scurrilous status quo... its illegitimate governments, its dark agencies... its dogmatic religions and reptilian corporate institutions! Perhaps... it's my intuition at any rate.
  • Realization of all of the preceding is a matter of will, reader, you think it hard enough... ...and it becomes so. Heaven or Hell. Reality is the state of mind.  MUFON continues the pretense that it has relevance in the definition of the quality of that state. That is not so.
  • Restore John Ford!  Don't wait for MUFON. 

  • ...For my part?

"...Well...I'm a soldier and a teacher; I give and get respect. I've always shot for excellence... if my reach exceeds my grasp. I pay my way; I drive small cars; I'll not abuse advantage... of a system, or a program, or a human... Disadvantage."