Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Socialism's Security Reaction


Appropriated from a work by Regan Lee

Socialism's Security
Reaction
by Alfred Lehmberg

In this new year and on the subject of Social Security: True... It's the rare even mythical human being who can appreciate what they have not worked for. Air is only ever appreciated where there is none to effortlessly breathe.

We all understand how this works, even to that man and woman wholly honest with themselves. Ease is rot. Reason must then dictate that an unworthy "gift-receiving" person is not a "served" person, at all, but a wrongly indemnified person "indebted" to or even "enslaved" by that "unearned" gift... as is touted by a decidedly more secure GOP. The gift "receiver" gets used to "clean air" and then there must be misery later on when "the gift" MUST be taken from them.

"Free stuff" is a bane and not a blessing, or certainly can be a bane more often than not! Look at the fates of lotto winners! Addiction and excess! Ruin and debt! Early death! The "no-gifting" logic appears faultless. The Republicans would appear to be correct.

Then, No. No, not at all! Not if you won't credit their scurvy premise, and their premise IS scurvy! 

These "Republicans"... these treasonous buzzards circling road-kill on a busy thoroughfare they had voted not to put a traffic light on... They would be correct, might be correct... only if Social Security and Medicare were doles... or gifts... or handouts... an "enslaving manna insensibly tossed to the undeserving" and not a "humane REACTION to our cruel civil existentiality, worsening every day"! No... one does not pay in for a lifetime... for a gift!

Social Security is a "reaction," see, and a very sensibly just one, at that, too! Observe! You earned every penny of your Social Security

You paid DEAR into it, citizen, your whole working life in the first place, and your Social Security employer's contribution (forgetting Medicare) has only ever been the wages that your employer should have been paying you... in the first f'n place!!! 

Do you get that!! Jesus, man! Social Security is a humane reaction to the mechanisms of a crow's murder... no, a Raven's unkindness... of psychopathic monsters!! Right-wing billionaires, IOW. A reaction!

It is a sensible reaction to reptilian Walmart/McDonald's like corporations paying slaves wages to harried employees so taxpayers have to pick up the dime via Food Stamps and Medicaid, later on!

It is a sentient reaction to dwindling pensions and health benefits from predatory and reptilian corporate transnationals to middle-class families too quickly slip-sliding to the squalor-status of the working poor!

It is a rational reaction to decades of wealth trickling up since Reagan, while foreclosures, investment failures, vulture capitalists, and crushing debt rained down on the well-betrayed people "beneath" them!

It is a just reaction to hyper-privileged Americans not proud to pay a fair share and then even gaming the system they already corrupt to pay less, hide assets, and weaponize convenient monetary loopholes placed there, specifically, for their use by their own rewarded agents!

It is a righteous reaction to those using as a disingenuous excuse the largely unsupported "fact" that "people don't respect and appreciate what they haven't worked for"... to abuse people, short-change people, cheat people, and prey upon people... all for an unethical pecuniary gain entirely at the people's expense as expendable, if sometimes useful, insects... insects beneath concern, contempt, or the remotest consideration, finally! Grease for unconcerned wheels beyond all reasonable responsibility. Reptiles, as was mentioned, heretofore.

Social security is not a "grift," a "gift" or a "handout." An employer pays the wages he should have been paying the employee, to start, and the employee ponies up a huge chunk besides, as already pointed out. Money held in reserve, for later! ...350 odd million People taking reasonable care and responsibility for one another in an efficacious and efficient civil society based on sense and science and accessorized by a creatively constructive philosophy. 

Social Security is earned! Wholly and undeniably!

Beginning our approach for landing... Social Security is a humane reaction by people of principle elected to our Federal Government, in all sense one hopes, to reparate working Americans of the 99%... for the thievery, graft, and predations of Reaganesque PIRATES in the 1%... endured to one degree or another since the founders founded this Nation! It is earned, morally and ethically, at all levels and indices! It should be GREATER!

Republicans very profitably confuse apples and oranges to come up with their own orange-tinted soiled adult diaper, at best. Also at best? That they are merely disingenuous! At worst they are faithless hypocrites, craven liars, and gloating psychopaths alluded to. Monstrous psychotics, even! That's still lipstick on a pig!

Expand Social Security. We wouldn't need to if a reasonable employer paid a reasonable wage, but they don't or won't (it's not that they can't!) unless compelled! Reptiles show cause to be coerced to mammalian behavior, by mammals for mammals.   

Resolved: it may be immutable that they cannot be reasonable! Hense, Social Security becomes necessary. Yes! A mandated necessity!

This writer is a veteran of air combat and holds a Bronze Star, so step off as regards his patriotism, but it occurs to the perspicacious that the Socialist aspects of our National Society are the only thing making these United States, and remotely, a worthwhile Country to live in at all! I'll stand by that!

At 73, I've lived frugally, saved my money, and secured a military pension ... but it's the socialism of Social Security and Medicare (et sig al) that allows me any... dignity... at all. But for these, with my medical issues, I might be dead or in the street.

Closing, this writer offers that we might embrace that which has proved to be worthwhile and eschew that which would relieve us of same. Both sides are NOT proactive on that! RESIST! I will!

Sunday, December 27, 2020

Encounter At Ascot Park—1974.

I know what I saw...


Encounter At 
Ascot Park1974.
By Scott Santa (with Alfred Lehmberg)



The exact date is not recalled, but on one day in August 1974, a pseudonym friend and I, “Mike,” we'll call him... had nothing going on. Bored and idle, we elected to go to the drive-in movies. 

I must add here that I only seem to recall, at this point, that I was with someone at all… I likely was, I think I was, ...but I am just not sure. 

I could have been alone, but I caution that this was just a part of the overall "weird," upcoming. Moreover, this peculiar uncertainty, if that's what it was, speaks directly, reader, only to the high strangeness of the evening’s whole affair. At the outset, I inform the perspicacious person that, retired career military, I am a credible person with a credible reputation.

Back at the drive-in, it was a beautiful summer evening; that much is clearly remembered! There was not a cloud in the sky—stars were everywhere, stars so thick they looked like they could even be reached up to and actually touched—real Starry Night stuff!  

We paid for our tickets, drove in, and parked… in the back, of course! We’re 19 in 1974 and always hoping to find that mythic car full of like-minded ladies! 

It was not quite a full house that night, but the place was adequately packed. There was a gang of noisy kids playing at that obligatory playground always just under and in front of the screen… everyone was settled in and ready to watch a couple of the now unremembered movies... 

This was a “normal” night as normal and mundane as ever there was one observed as normalized to true normal, ok? Too, there was no foreboding tenseness… no unsettling portends or eerie foreshadowing… neck hair was decidedly down. 

We got some food and drinks and settled in to watch the cartoons. We'd sit quietly munching for a few minutes, watching the silliness and waiting for the movie... then, annoyed, I would become distracted by this bizarre movement peripheral to the screen, a creeping movement where movement just should not be (!)! 

…I could just begin to make out this creeping sharp-edged “something” approaching the movie screen from behind and above… then, just like that! …A HUGE, and I do mean MONSTROUS... a gargantuan “object” (!!!), reader, was suddenly resolved in my perception... a boomerang-like chevron ...thing... loomed into view! It towered over the top and above the screen! It dwarfed the parking area! It's like it was all the eye could see as far as that eye could see!

I shouted to Mike, asking if he could see it, too, and yes, "…what the hell is that!" was his reply. ...That reply, by the way, was to be near our last on the subject... ...ever! Flag down, reader (you'll see!)! ...Then the object moved

Its speed of advance was an awesome languidness; my best guess is that it is no more than 10-15 mph! Too, it seemed to float, rather more dirigible-likethan fly

It had no lights; there was no illumination of any kind! Indeed, it could only be seen at all because the object was so coalsack black and unreflective that it blotted out the brilliant starfield in the sky behind it! It was, and utterly, reader… silent. More on that in a moment.

“Mike” and I boiled out of our car at some point! Then, We'd just stand and stare at this fulsome and inexplicable impossibility

 Again, the size of this "craft" (for want of a better term?) was nothing short of enormous! From wingtip to wingtip it overlapped the drive-in enclosure itself, in fact... it dwarfed it! It "dwarfed" it by the proverbial 3-4 football fields as can be seen in the illustration below! Ominously, then, it proceeded in a straight line to waft right over the top of the first row of cars and heading right towards me! 

By this time I could observe that almost everyone was out of their vehicles like ourselves, pointing to the sky, and looking around—quite possibly to make sure everyone else was seeing the same thing! There were plenty of witnesses! ...Everyone in the bleeding park saw this thing!

As the object continued on—not quite immediately over my head, yet, but on its way—ALL of the lights in the drive-in, and abruptly as if thrown on a single switch, went out! The movie stopped; the concession stand went black! Running cars died... I noticed that several people were trying to start their cars and leave! Their cars were dead, too. All we had left for light was the starfield, now even MORE brilliant!

As difficult as this is to explain—I was aware of all of this occurring around me! Though, my recollection is that I never really took my eyes off of the object, overhead, ever! 

I add that there wasn't any panic expressed around me! I didn't feel any myself! "Mike" seemed OK, given the circumstances... 

I could tell some of the folks were completely terrified, yet all were zombified into rigidity, if the reader will, into some strange and unusual immobility! Mesmerized? Glamoured? Enchanted?

Mike and I weren't speaking by this time. I do not recollect us ever speaking again, actually. At this juncture, I felt as if I might be by myself (though I wasn't, I seem to recall…)... so my over-riding recollection is that my senses and extreme focus of concentration were employed staring at this wafting yet monstrous "thing" as it continued on its way! 

By the time it arrived right over the top of us, strangeness starting to ramp up unsettlingly! I could feel that something wasn't quite right with my perceptions! The air started to feel thick and gooey!  

I could even see and feel that the air around us was shimmering thickly as if it were… well, similar to what one sees on top of egg-cooking asphalt or cement on a hot summer day at noon… but minus the heat, reader, and at night—just the blurringly wavy distortions of it. It was like the air had an unnatural weight and density to it, too! The air "felt" like honey or molasses! We both perceived that it was somewhat difficult to move in it I seem to recall! 

I remember my ears popping, even, though it was completely silent around us, otherwise. Quiet like a tomb! I could hear Mike, I think, if he’d spoken, but we could not hear anything else. It was not deafness; it was just that quiet. 

The other people around were not talking or yelling... nothing! Astonished immobility like headlight frozen deer? No clue!

I add that the shimmering air had the effect of making one feel as if they were walking underwater! One can read where this is now understood as the "OZ" effect. 

As an aside, I felt that were I to have reached down and picked up a larger piece of the gravel, I could have thrown it up and hit this thing slowly hovering over us. That's how close it appeared to be! I was struck again by the complete and utter silence around me… 

Oddly, everyone seemed to be in a funk and just standing around looking at this foreboding and psychotic "thing." As to that, it never veered or changed direction and hovered over top of the park for what seemed like 10 minutes. Though, I cannot be sure of this length of time. Time got "funny." Time may have even gotten lost, reader! I say lost in that current sense...

The object was traveling from the west and proceeding languidly on its easterly track. Finally, when it cleared a vacant property and was over a vast field of undeveloped acreage behind the drive-in, the "OZ" effect ceased and just disappeared! ...Another switch thrown!

I felt as if a weight had been abrubtly lifted off of me, the air very suddenly thinned out to lose its shimmer, and "normal time" returned! I think we all felt that! 

…Startlingly, ALL of the lights flicked back on! Everyone must have jumped. I know I did! The cartoon started and the snack stand lit back up, some cars started… just like that, reader! Some aforementioned "lightswitch" had been re-flipped to "on"! 

I continued to watch this object, for my part, until it disappeared from my view in the distance to our east. It never changed course and ever "flew" or floated in a straight line. Hands down, it was the most incredible thing this person has ever seen... ...Then stuff got really weird...

Once I lost sight of it I got back in my car, almost robotic-like, and then just completely forgot all about the whole strange affair! ...Just... forgot! What I had just witnessed was just dropped from my mind... dropped like what color socks I had on that day in 1962! 

“Mike” and I did not speak to each other about it… ever! We just carried on with watching the movie as if nothing had happened. Apparently, so did everyone else in the park. At least, this is my recollection. 

No one, I mean nobody, was running around asking questions or doing anything but watching the movie and acting normally. I recall having to go to the bathroom sometime afterward and as usual, there was a bit of a line to get in... only, no one talked about it! No one said a word about what just happened! That should be a flag thrown with a reflecting person!

Moreover, when the movie was over, I don't remember leaving or what happened afterward. All that is a complete and utter blank! 

...But obviously, I dropped Mike off and went home completely forgetting what had just happened. I mean, I put it out of my mind altogether! Another flag down, reader!

I have no idea what time I got home that night or even what time we left each other, another complete blank! I never told my brother or my parents what had occurred! There were no news stories later on! In fact, I had a bit of a black hole in my memory from that point on, and until some years later! 

I was in a bookstore and happened upon a paperback edition of Edward Ruppelt’s The Report On Unidentified Flying Objects, and BANG! The experience flooded back in upon me as if a software gate had been installed and abruptly opened! Recalled Lost Memory download! It was bizarre!

Well, truly, and strangely compelled, I had to sit down and absorb this book! I was almost overwhelmed by it and the memories it provoked! I had lost contact with "Mike" by this time, years later as I've said, so was unable to verify the experience with him... but in my mind’s eye? It was as clear as any day can be as long... 

...And not to put the reader off? I confess I have my suspicions, now, about the aforementioned "missing (weirded) time," alluded to above. After years of reflection, it seems obvious that something other than just a Close Encounter sighting may have happened... only, I have never explored that aspect. That seems a beast best not poked...

Still, I highly suspect that "something else" may have happened, to me personally, and maybe to everyone else in the park, as well! I do not know, I cannot recall anything like that, but there is that gut instinct nagging at me continuously that there was something, some further interaction, something else I was supposed to do or remember... something… 

This is an inexplicable and unrequited itch that has never gone away after that chance encounter with Edward Ruppelt's book. ...But why did I forget it until then? All those thrown penalty flags above come due for the reasonable person...

I was, without question, confronted with "something" that was distinctly impossible! I add that it happened as I have described it, despite the fantastic scenario that is manifested in a reader’s imagination. ...I've never had the luxury of disbelief, myself.

It has been suggested to me that I put an ad in the local paper to see if there was anyone else who happened to have recalled the affair. After mulling that option over I decided it would not be such a great idea. I can only imagine the responses I would get. But I'm okay with that at this point.

Like I stated previously I don’t have the luxury of disbelief, nor do I need validation from anyone. It’s like the sentiment expressed best in the James Fox documentary, I Know What I Saw

Reader… I know what I saw. I just don't know what it did to me... if anything, except to provoke an undying interest in the subject. 

It was a most confusing event for which I wish there was some explanation, but that’s where it must be left. There’s throwing everything away chasing a teasing and ephemeral unknown, reader… or there is trying to live a normal life. 

Remains? I know what I saw.

 


Monday, December 14, 2020

...Heir To The Stars...


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...So, what's on our list 
keeping "Saucers" at bay? 
Much I'd surmise, 
but a few must be said. 
...Betrayals allowing for benefits, say, 
for elites who live well 
on the backs that they break!
.
Don't think this unwitnessed!
We embarrass ourselves
To believe there're no witnesses
observing our hell.
Conscience demands 
that humility, friend.
...And where we won't "sail" one? 
We'll lose any wind.
.
I've said it before, 
and I'll say it again, 
that it's good to be *rich*, 
but you've got to contend 
with the minimal mote 
who is heating your water ... 
your builder, enrich-er
your *mover*—your *starter*!
.
Power is always
dependant on those
providing its provenance
for "power," as known.
Though, it goes to a dark place
if it's not obliged
to those who provide it...
one's less than surprised.
.
Treat 'her' like dirt, say 
or pay 'him' slave's wages... 
and trouble is written 
to copious pages! 
Enmity's earned for this 
class-war betrayal—
predictably crass if 
a common portrayal.
.
It's, such as which, this ...
keeping *saucers* away! 
...And for this we should kneel... 
...or grovel and pay? 
The saucers aren't landing 
for obvious reasons! 
See, we're not friendlyforgiving
we're viciousegregious!
.
...Let's posit one reason 
why saucers won't land! 
Why, it's WIRE festooned 
by that "throttling hand"!
See, wire's the web 
of a power-mad spider!
Dragons like SMAUG!
Drug-dealers! Connivers!
.
The transmission of power, 
above ground, is immoral, 
given it's hanging, 
like nets, in the sky. 
Drooping from towers, 
offending the senses, 
it wastes precious dollars, 
and destroys valued lives. 
These lives are too precious 
(and too many by far), 
for enduring inequity—
they're heir to the STARS!
.
...And heir to these stars, 
it's their birthright to go "there"! 
Like learning to fly 
is the right of a dove! 
We are a potential 
beyond our perception. 
We're not alone, 
and the other's above!  
Composed of a "star stuff," 
we've the strength of its will
We'd challenge Unknowns
and we'd thrive on that thrill!
.
...But "our lives are entangled 
in draperies of wire," 
which, producing a field
—connived and conspired—
distorts able thinking 
we'd feel apart
from the "rays" so ablating...
 our funereal start? 

These "fields" produced 
are affecting our senses 
in manners all planned 
and contrived, sans consensus
Electric control 
of our minds these extol! 
Their wire is naught 
but a tool with its toll!
.
It's the rule of the *wealthy*—
their ghastly plutocracy! 
These mock a "fair play," 
and they bugger Democracy. 
Too, still are these "nets" 
installed above ground 
where they kill and distort—
it offends! It's unsound!
.
What manner of being 
betrays, so, its innocence? 
Who tightens their grip 
on the weakest of throats? 
Who sets into motion, say, 
the betrayals of "Tesla"?  
Who preys on the "short-changed," 
and milks them like goats?
.
Who dumps on their own 
for a profit's percentage, 
and what would these do 
to a STRANGER FROM SPACE?! 
What saucer then lands? 
...They'd avoid us completely, 
appalled with our ethics 
and offended by our race!
.
Tesla? He's power
that "humans" aspire to!
A power for mammals!
Sentient! Farseeing! 
Edison's power
is power for reptiles!
Reflexive! Insentient!
Only "cash" has a "meaning"!
.
...See, wire's not the single thing
that keeps us so alone! 
It's but symptom of some process
which, then, cannot be condoned! 
And yes, as we have done such... 
to ourselves... 
we'd surely do...  "another." 
For this we're lost, then, yes... ignored!
—Shunned, so remaining "undiscovered "!
.
Would that be our epitaph?
The grunting of a swine...
precluding any membership 
In a heaven we could find?
...Or perhaps even hell,
we'd FIND what we looked for!
Mere humans at last?
We're in at the ground floor!
.
...So... it's back to "humility"
as we're not the jewel
in the crown of creation:
the thinking of fools.
No, it's all upon us.
We can't blame a God
we invent for that purpose.
That God is a fraud!  




  • Quarantined? Incarcerated Psychopaths!? What!? Who? Us? The crown of creation?!?  Those whom "the Angels" serve? The favorites of God?!  Yeah... Push a sock in that shit!

  • Restore John Ford!