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...A moment to celebrate Jesse Marcel .
A HERO by measure (!) despite what Todd tells*!
A patriot born at the start of last century,
he burns with significance—and is proudly exemplary!
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There at the start in our "matters of consequence"...
—the "lost message traffics" and "tales of incidence"—
he followed the orders that made him a "tool"!
He'd endure his betrayal! ...Todd calls him a fool!
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Nailed to crosses of "National Security"
and plagued by an excess of "brass insecurity,"
he came to his end with these words on his lips—
"I'm knowing the difference
'twixt [trash] and spaceships!"
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Jesse was special and held a position
of critical importance he'd earned with precision!
Efficient, and smart (...of unquestionable honor!),
this was a FINE man Todd's trashed and dishonored!
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Concerning TOP officers—who made real decisions—
who put Jesse in for his well-watched positions,
these were no bureaucrats obsessed with their image;
these were hard warriors who'd just won their scrimmage
with Nippon and Hitler—stood tall at the finish!
See? They're having no problems with Jesse! No blemish!
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Survived by a son who he raised up just fine...
(the son a flight surgeon, but pay that no mind),
suffice it to say that this son bore with tact...
what Jesse Marcel said he did—was a FACT !
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The spaceship was real; it was held in his hands!
"No trick of 'foiled paper' and 'balsa'...," says Stan**!
No cellophane tape with "carnival symbols"
explained his excitement; I'm sure he'd still tremble!
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No "trick of the light," or "slight of dad's hand"
would make him face ridicule the like of which planned...
by Todd, his associates—other short-sighted laggards
who shrink from "conundrum" or "matters" that mattered!
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Something occurred on that cold storming night!
Hot flashes of lightning lit up that new sight...
...a craft "from the stars"...
which had made its "crash landing"...
... and left a scarred Earth
—a scar huge and commanding—
a "trail of pieces" that point to tomorrow!
Well, tomorrow is here, folks!
Give it up! Do you follow?
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Jesse was honored by all his superiors;
NOTHING about him was noted inferior!
See, he was involved with those bombs using "fission"?!
The "first of their kind" was the point of his mission!
You think they weren't sure of his words and his deeds?
You think him not CHECKED to a parse and a squeeze?
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He was—their intrepid—head of intelligence!
He was the boss! Where comes Todd's intransigence?!
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Sooner or later the truth will come out,
that Jesse had honor... and that Todd was without.
Hooked like a fish on a spurious line,
Todd used his straw men (of a scurrilous kind!)
to smear and discredit a man who had mattered—
exceeding detractors too shallow to matter!
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What of Todd, then? Does he print a retraction?
Did his sloughed mortal coil aid predicted inaction?
Did he ever make good with our brave Jesse's kin,
or did he just search for new "targets" to skin?
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I would admit to a "wrong" or an "error"...
because I am sincere and insist the truth matters! I'd even consider Todd's "white-bread convenience"
...if he was forthcoming or tolerant—lenient.
...But! He was not—this despicable dog!
He was uptight, presumptuous, a tedious frog...
A frog with a croak ill-considered, all slanders,
bad-tempered, presuming, and sans any manners!
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...But Jesse's the "liar" for *dust* in bad records?
This belies good researching; it's a narrow perspective!
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No! Jesse's SELECTED for SERIOUS toil;
his records were accessed and strained...
hell, they're hard broiled!
He was the subject of massive research!
They chopped and they sliced his whole life apart, Burt!
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So! If Jesse is then all "Bob Todd" would proclaim
—for his "atom bomb" job?
This must CLEAR Jesse's name!
lehmberg2002@gmail.com
http://www.alienview.net/
http://www.alienview.net/
Why did he write what he wrote? Flatly, so he and his didn't have to clutch their pearls and accept their cowardice as regards the extraterrestrial... or a hard potential for the existentiality of same!
Resolved: Todd's wholly callous and insentient attack on Jesse Marcel, then, is without validity, lacks profundity, and is finally just a sad—though cloying—irrelevance and toxic distraction to the honor of a good man—a fine man—who got embroiled with the highly strange and wholly inexplicable... and who, like many, then paid a terrible and unjustified price for it.
...There have been others who have crashed on ufological shoals for the temerity of their trying to understand just what the hell was going on with and around them (John Ford!)... none of them asked for their experience. In too many cases, like with our unjustifiably maligned Marcel, it is thrust upon them.
**Stanton T. Friedman
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