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Forget those making *judgments*
From the centers of their webs...
Or those who praise the fates of some,
But others curse with Krebs.
Fairness is your issue?
...Insure a solid grounding?
...Think: how it's best to lay to rest
One's ignorance, confounding!
So, how to make a "judgment,"
And stay one step ahead?
Best — "judge ye not, lest ye be judged,"
And search real *skies*, instead.
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Forget those making *judgments*
From the centers of their webs...
Or those who praise the fates of some,
But others curse with Krebs.
Fairness is your issue?
...Insure a solid grounding?
...Think: how it's best to lay to rest
One's ignorance, confounding!
So, how to make a "judgment,"
And stay one step ahead?
Best — "judge ye not, lest ye be judged,"
And search real *skies*, instead.
- lehmberg2002@gmail.com
- www.AlienView.net
- Oh, fret not my friends and fellow loved ones... or even that coldly regarded antithesis of same, of needs held even closer! The outlining poetic explication above is well beyond this writer's present capability as a base human-bean (sic)... Though one aspires to it, as all should... anything else is heedless psychopathy! Social defecation in bed summarily pushed down with disrespected feet... Still, avoiding judgment toils patience.
- No. It remains. I fear it appears that I must remain decidedly partisan and obnoxiously singular to the end of my days! It's in the Guild's bylaws. All this is possible, you understand when you have what a person like, say, Donald Trump, can never have. What's that? Enough, my friend, in the winter of your winter.
- All kidding aside, partisanship is indicated, after all, because there ARE partisans in what's taken, conventionally, for the "corporeal," eh? Assholes abound in this corporeal! Few agree and fewer of those for the acknowledged better reasons, amirite?
- A result of all this is that these aforementioned supportless partisans create their own opposition, (me!), at root... from the cloth they themselves provide! They challenge me, inspire me, embolden me, but provoke me, to become targets for my cannons!
- Asked which came first, the "pelicanist" or the "Lehmberg," this person's honest take is that this race goes, and decidedly, to the pelicanist. Such lack of imagination and courage displayed should not so flap or squawk, unrealized, unexamined, or uncriticized. One is reminded it's not just the skeptibunky, eh? A "politics" obtrudes in their ranks, verily, if uncalled for! Bleaugh!
- ...With regard to the soon-to-be-alluded to "singularity, that to which we ALL drawn"? I only aspire to reflect that to which we are drawn, regardless! I read we're not pushed to our destinations, at all, but pulled. No apologies.
- First, hold on. If you're going to be offensive? Best be bland. Rest assured, I'll offend in turn, if only for that "balance" sought and that which is ever touted by one's duplicitous, hypocritical, and reflexively reductionist opposition. It's difficult, one may understand, for a career soldier to turn another cheek. Lurid duels of now literary death must ensue, and sadly. I'll endeavor; however, not to be the first to pull my saber. Spit in my face; however, and face, yourself, a fiercely unpleasant, if decidedly educational, inundation. I promise.
- On sneers, frankly? A "sneer" just pisses me off... ...Like it was writ in stone that any of us had it together enough to portentously produce even one sneer, for any reason! Slytherin homocentric hubris slithers and squirms salaciously then loses its pride before the inevitable fall!
- A sneer is only ever regrettable, see? So, I'll resent sneers provoked from me by your garden variety and very fatuously sneering... ignorantly reductionist popinjay, entirely without constructive imagination, ironically, and not remotely conversant with that upon which they would—and so confidently—pronounce, even! This person sneers at the sneer, if not the sneerer.
- People! A sad "merest-mote-of-consciousness-in-a-cyberspace-expanding-into-hyperspace-at-the-speed-of-light," myself... ...I'm an innocent like you might prove to be! I am also within that same cyberspace and beset by the same craven bastards as we "innocent" always are (sinners though we prove to be!)! LOL! That's why the rule of law is important... I digress.
- ...Seriously though, my unabashed loose literary cannon of admitted small caliber is needlessly generated in that noisy sullenness of these sullen others, these pelicanists of Klasskurtxia. I'd rather be writing about inner and outer space! Remaining is an intuition of consistent and considerable conviction propelling an earnest initiative so as to engage this perceived outrage of sinning sneeriness so propulsively perceived!
- I must, of needs then, fire on that which offends my intelligence, my sense of rationality, my appreciation for justice... demeans my insistence on fairness, but that which precludes any sincere perseverance... perseverance that we aspire to a bigger box of grander potentialities and far more worthy "idea-fications" than are currently pursued! Again, no apologies.
- The preceding is predicated by a future I rush forward to greet if accelerating uncontrollably towards it as I go... yes! Resistance is futile in this situation! Consider that singularity of the black hole, a similar attractant. Inexorable! Too? It's no tragedy when ego dies.
- All you can do is put english on that inevitable "entry," english for the magically gleeful and productive approach to same... the right english, spiritual, technological, or ...otherwise? ...You pass through to, not "somewhere," according to our time's best "Imagineers," but something else at a different "level" of existentiality! Extra-dimensional! Para-cognitional!
- Oh, and you must "sing" in the process, especially where fear looms, sing in any way you can; sing even if you must carry that tune in an f'n bucket! It's the song, that song within you, a portrait of the energy put into the production of that song, you see, guiding the more honest and instructive interpretation of what one does see. You see? Sing! Such will be the way of the ufological curmudgeon and paranormal poet/warrior. The apology cupboard remains bare.
- The alien other may be wholly unrecognizable. Grok that. That's on us, not it. No apologies here, either. Consider some Cropcircles.
- This writer will be writing, exploratively, on the issues of alienness, where apologies are only honest explanations... writing if the only one reading, regardless. What's writ still travels out in a lightspeed dance on a widening hoop of electromagnetic flight. A moving finger writing with a plethora's multitude of other moving fingers, the multiverse regarding itself... still singular for that... we digress, again.
- Hey, once a recipient of the, coveted by some, "Zorbie" award (...for importunate ufological angst production?), I won that august decoration, twice, with some small affection... ...tarnished by the contentious awarding, even! Now, I've a "tradition" and "reputation" to uphold. I've a smidgen of a mini-"mandate" and diminutive "popularity" to be appreciated. I've a minute *notoriety* to live up to, eh?
- What others see before them I leave behind, in truth? Injection into the new hyperspace? I'm ready, girded even by the great barragrugous ZOT, brothers and sisters, so swing the hammer down! Excelsior!
- Still, that bit of poesy above is a reminder that there are greater considerations than mere ceremony and tedious ritual... even traditions, reputations, mandates, and popularizations... lost relevances! These greater considerations are festooning the table for our, made fearful, ufological deliberations, eh? More of us would do well to remember that. We're made fearful. There's money in it for the top one percent... all know that on some level.
- It remains, we've infant annums looming—and bigger fish to fry in them—even as we are distracted by bogus events and contrived occurrences, aberrant and abhorrent, reader, so compounding our unease and exacerbating our disquiet! Bogus and contrived?
- Yes, I must report that I suspect many of these "aberrant and abhorrent" events—and other occurrences of frothing toxemia that is the 24-hour News Cycle—to be facilitated by devices diverting us, the wholly abused rank and file 99%, from the aforementioned greater considerations... Oh, and would that there be an outrage wrought for our prideful manipulator... but wait, eh? No matter...
- It remains. Pride does go before the fall.
- In the coming years? This writer will, in his small way, attempt to insure just that! [g].
- ...But seriously, back at the *restive* ranch... consider, reader: What is "it"... regarding our on-topic and timeless tradition of epic length: the UFO, the "other"... that "other" not *us* and sitting just at the perimeter of our limited perceptibility... ...through countless generations of recording human beings... ...and continues to teasingly interact with us, still?
- What indeed!?! What is more important than that... what could be more important than that ...when everything else only works to distract you from... that? We're not alone. We're not alone! The probability of being alone is so close to zero it would be imperceptible... "zero" in virtual fact! The math is its own proving path. We exist, at all, so they must.
- That there is *something* there is trammeled out by so many intellectual worthies—and this expanding number of same from multiple disciplines—it insults intelligence not to consider "it," anymore! Moreover, apart from the preceding is the cacophonous level of decibels heralding the fatuous caterwauling from an intransigent opposition, also validating the preceding, if inversely! ...Real irony there if an eye is peeled for it!
- There is "there" there. Additionally, our intelligence is insulted.
- Sneer at your peril. Apart from several hundred years of niggardly applied, malfeasance rewarding, and the unjustifiably canted religious arbitration—and these from a soulless collection of scientistic [sic] *insentieros*—arrogantly ignorant intellectual fanboys of stark reductionism without decency, accountability, or responsibility—you, reader, are and have been, but a candle, out of doors, in what has been, to date, only an environment stirred by the gentlest of caressing and nurturing breezes!
- Grok that, and cup your flame!
- We could be fierce torches in oxygenated air behind strong doors between stars... but we squander the window's opportunity of our dwindling planetary largess!
- We are a stupid people doing stupid things stupidly, and we furiously prosecute that stupidity, even double down on it, in an evolving stupidity inspired by stupidity, with stupid words and equally stupid deeds... transcending mere stupidity to a new and more expansive quantum level of metastasizing *Stupidity*. We are as we do.
- ...Pretty stupid.
- ...And it ain't the "woos," bunky. Disabuse yourself of that fatuous notion.
- "Woo-dom" only occurs as a reaction to the suspected betrayals of that "woo" rank and file by its official and learned authority! They don't pay off to the greater good, are not forthcoming with legitimate information, and we remain to fill that informational void... anyway we can! "Take back the woo," as writer Regan Lee says!
- Curse who's responsible for belittling or invalidating an honest hatred of that ignorance when it's that person's cognitive "song and dance" not filling the informational bill... in the first place, which has provoked that hatred, at the start, in the second! Be damned, sincerely!
- Culture is at fault. The fair-minded and progressive individual is without blame. Stand tall, reader. Enough for both of us, I will.
- ...My suspicion—my intuition, my ideation, my anticipation, my presumption... beyond valueless "faith" and the personal fables of one's self-serving "hope"—is that an association with the aforementioned *other* I'm ever on about, can (get ready for the big reveal)...empower the individual to more intellectuality, physicality, and self-sufficiency—make you smarter, healthier, and more prosperous—happier and more satisfied I'm betting... ...which of course is the bane of a jealous culture officiated by the 1%: some few sociopaths, niggards in aspect and monsters in character... actually a fraction of a fraction of the remaining seven billion souls on this depleted sphere... with most of them seriously suffering in one form or another for the vacuous and degeneratively decadent pleasures of these few.
- ...And you know what, reader? I bet you DO know! Ironically, that richly monstrous "fraction of a fraction" suffers, itself, still! How happy and satisfied can one ever be where there can never be enough providing that happiness and satisfaction?
- Consider: just since the late sixties the rate of children born with autism has jumped from one in ten thousand... to 1 in 166, or so... so, a reduced quality of humanity in the quantity of humanity... ...and the poles are melting, too...
- What's on "Reality TV"? ...Anything good?
- Throw dollars at that? ...Make a "scientific" (read, scientistic!) pronouncement? ...Kiss your pampered ass goodbye? Hello? [tap..tap..tap... is this thing on?]
- Hot flash to the "movers and shakers" so informed: you better start movin' and shakin'. "Move" and "shake" your egalitarian sensibilities (read, asses!) lest you're dragged from your homes and offices and made to pay in blood for your scurrilous social betrayals! We'll likely do that anyway, but the quality of your righteous comeuppance shall not improve with age, I suspect. ...We could do SO much better.
- ...Did you read to "here"? Excelsior! Read on.
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