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Saturday, January 22, 2022

Will Penna... Teacher.


Will Penna, our very affectionately known and constructively original Beat/Hip/Raver, has passed from us.

Of one Will Penna we shall observe at this time that when the cutting edge of our human experience provoked the “Beat” initiative and we all began to suspect that what was offered up by our niggardly culture-du-jour was inefficacious, at best, Will Penna was Beat

When, with a little help from friends, humanity began pushing the envelope of our culture into what was intellectually revolutionary and “Hip,” Will Penna was Hip

When the pushback from a lumpen establishment thwarted humanity’s exploration into itself creatively, philosophically, and educationally in that culture, so, provoking our rage’s rave, Will Penna was a Raver.

Will Penna, and clearly, was at the incisive edge and forefront of our humanity’s constructive desire to know itself, fully. He “understood,” and he could transfer that understanding. He was this writer's 
entirely giving teacher.

Generations of young women and men, to include this writer, would come to know the judiciousemboldening, and knowledgeable efficacy of Will Penna’s educational lanterns, and these lives would be enriched and enlivened by them. This writer was.

We would all go forward, then, into the trials and travails of our lives and, to some degree, reproduce that efficacy alluded to, and that Will Penna modeled like a complete and utter gentleman without agenda of any kind... if one was worthy... That was a "worthiness" on the individual and not from Will Penna's judgment. This writer was efficaciously encouraged to that aspiration.

We countless women and uncounted men would be more complete and whole citizen “beings” as a result, if we could hear the music. This person aspired to hear.

We are a better Nation and better humanity for Will Penna’s selfless contribution as a friend and educator to all of us knowing him. It’s a little darker now, unquestionably, for his passing. He was this writer’s “Mr. Chips.”

Additionally, Will Penna was a 21st Century man providing for a more expansive and complete definition for same. Before Will Penna, gender "laws" were written in disingenuous, uninformed, and unsupported stone for this writer. Will Penna was a sensible change agent for all that.

Will Penna was among the first to provide for this writer a model and example for one's manhood, where not womanhood, exemplifying humanity’s existential reality as a dazzling collection of multifaceted, individual, and highly original human beings. Many of these will be persons perhaps charged by Will Penna with an ability to aspire to be something greater, then... greater than they might have otherwise thought themselves to be, otherwise, without the influence of one Will Penna. This writer’s life would have taken a different path, sans Will Penna’s impact on him, decidedly, and he is, therefore, grateful for that impact. This writer would not change a thing.

Will Penna revealed to a listener that most “difference” was to be honestly explored, not avoided or dismissed to placate the unreasoning and unsubstantiated fears of those unfairly canted and hypocritically disingenuous; those with tacit so self-interested agendas to grind. Will Penna typified intelligent courage in the face of unreasoning fear

Will Penna presumed earnest responsibility-taking as the ready remedy to toxic cultural indifferences and bigotries. Will Penna practiced, and selflessly by this writer's measure, a higher grade of love to be prosecuted in the place of reasonless hatreds, superstitions, and those lurid bigotries. He was this writer’s “Plato.”

Will Penna was organized and objective. Will Penna was constructive and comprehensive. Will Penna was as flexible as he was acceptable, and he as was as specific as he was thoughtful. These are defining teacher’s qualities taught by this writer in military service academies, and, to high nines, he was every one of them. He was certainly one of this writer’s brighter inspiring lights to aspiration and meaningful self-actualization, an aggregate efficacy spanning 73 years, thus far. Will Penna was one of the brighter sentient lights to an "aggregate human efficacy" one was encouraged to aspire to.

Will Penna is gone from this plane, now, of biological needs and for the unavoidable cause. It remains that he will be living on a long time in the constructive memories of those he had touched but who will never know of his passing, as we have. A sentient seeker and intrepid cosmic explorer, Will Penna was this writer’s personified "Mr. Natural."

Moving, now, far beyond what the rest of us see as far before them… and so now, justifiably, having no time for those he leaves behind, understandably… Will Penna currently dines with Kafka, McKenna, Leary, and Krishna... is plugged into the unguessable and unknowable multiverse beyond all "imagination" and mere causal "understanding"; the one he'd journeyed to, arrived at last. 

It remains here with us that Will Penna lived an efficaciously colorful life, touching too many memories to count, in the best possible and most productive ways conceivable... or not! That's the corporeal existential as that crow flies...That is this writer's assessment. We pause to remember what we can, where we can, and how we can.

Will's was a life well-lived... a life to be admired and feted. We're, all of us, better for him having been here. He was, finally, for almost 60 years, this writer’s friend, and who this writer still wants to be when he grows up.

Adios, Mr. Penna.

Sunday, January 16, 2022

"Why so... Angry"

"Why so... Angry"
by Alfred Lehmberg

We've been raped... 
abused, confined... 
by our culture—skin and mind! 
Better contracts could be had!  
Bug-Eyed Monsters! Not so bad?

  • Perhaps, not so bad! Abused, is, after all, abused! We endure plenty of that from our own brother and sister human beings! Yea and verily!

  • How much worse could a Bug-Eyed Monster be, gentle reader, beyond the contrived human hubris that they'd condescend to lay their eggs in our abdomens or even flay us for our adrenal glands... but then we'll remember those teased-up nicotine eggs laid in lungs of lay humanity by our respected "captains of industry," its legions of cruel facilitators (read stockbrokers and supporters in Congress) AND our *elected* leaders selling known harm, clear and present, because, well... cash!  Don't these feed upon lay humanity like lurid alien predators on terrestrial prey? Are we not our own bug-eyed monster?

  • Sigourney Weaver, in the character of Warrant Officer Ellen Ripley in the movie ALIEN, said it best. "I don't know which of us is worst," she observed to her evil corporate antagonist, Carter Burke. "You don't see [the aliens] screwing each other over for a percentage!"

  • A ...Percentage...
  • Lately, one of the more intellectually flaccid and portentous blogging popinjays speculated aloud, defusively, as to what it was people like me might have to be so damned "angry" about... [pause for forced laughter]!

  • "...angry"! "...So angry." "...What's the anger for"? ...Wonders this smirking cyber-imp or centrist pretender from Klasskurtxia, this reflex rationalist—this bothersome bothsiderist... like it was our problem, at the start! 

  • This pompous knee-jerk reductionist whey-face. This stealthy half-dried net-weasel and reproductionist joit-head. This non-progressive and slack-jawed scientistic (sic) flat-earther and errant mal-appropriated hyper-Cartesian bug-bear... Not name-calling. Assessment!

  • Has it ever occurred to the reader that this anger as alluded to (as unjustified) is ever brought up in these "dialogues" (as a dismissible negative, that is)... only to broach faux-"concern" about the "anger" of such... but have no intention of actually discussing the suggested (itemized, validated, and legitimized!) reasons for that anger! ...Justification for said anger! Grounds for said anger! Motivation and Rationale for said anger! Cause, Basis, and Explanation for said anger, forgetting honest apology! An anger's raison d'être, reader! The question is begged: are there ever reasons for "anger"?

  • Great suffering and most barragrugous ZOT!  Of course, some anger is justified! Those who would suggest that it is not, out of hand, do so only to obfuscate and confound the salient issues around that anger and retreat from responsibility for same!

  • My anger is anger decidedly well-couched, honored reader! Honed in decades of consideration in continued service, selflessness, and a considered aspect (...I've lied to or stolen from no one, as that bird flies, and I aspired to follow the data even as it gored my own ox...). 

  • This "dismissed as unfounded and inappropriate" anger has ever been expressed as it could be expressed... in any manner that a 21st Century Computer revolution might provide to even the most minimally creative... eh? Present!

  • Of purposed Word, Image, Motion Picture, and Song innocently produced and displayed? That well-canted critic crippled by uninformed bias and a faux-cautious cant can just... eat me... you know?

  • Specifically where, the reader might ask, "Where is your anger described, in any way, as justified... really, in the existential? Where is it writ large that you harbor anger?" Fair question! 

  • Well, first remember that this writer is a 74-year-old person with global experience, is retired military, and is a combat vet with an accredited college education. The writer has become aware of some of the primary histories starting as far back as 4 Billion BCE. Small hyperbole. This writer has been to all the requisite events and dog fights so has the shirts.

  •  The "sleeper has awakened" in the nondescript and casual sense of the phrase, to be sure... but awake is woke... and wait!

  • Let's all take a moment in digression to remember a world where "political correctness," as that bird started its flight, began as a sane reflection about not having one’s go-to reaction to some adjacent person as being an insensitive and uninformed prick, first-round fired, but a person, instead, who took a moment to consider another’s validated sensibilities before acting out the usual nasty quilled and so earnest toxicity... Now, let's regard that new trigger word, “Woke.”

  • “Woke” had its provenance as a thoughtfully empathetic initiative to consider a metacognition’s regarded overview on “consciousness,” and how that might go a long way towards healing needlessly exacerbated divides. This suggests encouragement for one’s discovered-as-productively-profoundconscience”... aspiring, it might follow, to a new “conscientiousness,” right? Actually doing unto others as they'd be done unto, in other words. 

  • How are these not constructive initiatives? How are these not even Christian ones... ...Islamic, Hindu, Buddhist, and Wiccan, too, in equal measure? Digression concluded.

  • Awake is "woke," in the now better understood de-weaponized and non-triggering understanding of that word... then? For the shorter grand tour of one's iterated justifications for an anger suggested as justified: start here, then go here. Evaluate this very highly accessed piece. Review this epic historical perspective, called "Ink and Stone," parts IIIIII, and IV. Complete this small survey course for a cameo of my anger here and then review and sum-up by skimming backward, starting here.  I suspect I have some small justification for the taciturn.

  • The reader need not content themselves that there is an anger which might be dismissed as inappropriate and unfounded... by proclamation, only! No. Here were citations for anger which shall not be so casually dismissed. Indeed, an entire (and uncontested) dissertation for that anger exists at AlienView.net, alienviewgroup.blogspot.com, and at other locations, as pointed out. Like I said, the unrepentant and unresponsive slack-jaw critic with a self-interested and reflexively dismissive agenda can just... ...eat me, as was admonished above. I'm a writer... a masterless Ronin. Moreover, my loose small-caliber cannon was always fine when it was in the reader's service. 

  • That's right. Your garden variety and poorly explicating pundit regarded is a coward, frankly, a coward who questions anger while airily ignoring clear justification for same! 

  • Why, it might even be said after review and reflection that I have been remarkably constrained in that anger... see, it's not my reasoned, reasoning, and reasonable anger at issue so much as it is the errant and self-serving gaslightery of a disingenuous and guilty-of-what's-accused opposition providing only for his convenient and self-serving contrariness... to fan the tank bottom! Why aren't they angry? ...And they are, reader! Their rages are but the predicted wage of their hypocrisy, their mendacity, their cowardice, and their psychopathy—thwarted, resisted, and denied. 

  • Yes—dim-bulbed nay-bob and insentient nym-rod. I'm angry. Now go review why. You have the references.  Oh, and by the way.  That's just some of the history.  There are current events, too! Review those over here

  • Where it's required and appropriate? Well, I've already given those instructions, twice

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