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| Feschino by the infamous tree... |
Frank Feschino lives, my friend!
Remember him as you pretend
you took no sides when he disclosed...
his tale to us on so many shows.
Invited, he just tells the story.
There is no reward or glory,
just a smear by those effusing
an "ignorance" which Frank's refusing!
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Not that he'd expected "praise,"
but he's dismayed at the "disgrace."
See, all he did was sift too well
the "well raked dust" of Bluebook's "tell."
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Too, what was told as data's sieved,
and facts appear we can't forgive?
Why, a betrayal of the trust
which others missed! It's not discussed!
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...Or, what occurs when trust's abused,
and all Frank's work was then misused...
to cheaply make the printer's buck,
a published pile of steaming "suck"...
The printer cut and pasted wrongly.
He raped Frank's work and wronged it strongly.
He mixed, mismatched, and snipped Frank's work...
His book was near destroyed, the jerk...
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Hauling data, Frank's returned.
Sixteen years his search had churned!
Too, he's been busy "prosecuting"
all the claims dismissed "refuting"!
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Truth be told, it's all worked out
and documented, hope to shout.
Project Bluebook as I said,
a trove of treasure as it's read,
then recounts named journalists
describing facts as they exist!
Last, first-persons make account
of what they saw was flying about...
together, these all paint a picture.
If we but copped, we'd be the richer.
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Still, dismiss him, and the stars,
plus all of one's professed regard
to hoeing jealous rows of science!
The lack of which tempts pseudoscience.
See, he pinpoints, plots, and notes the time-hacks...
...points where UFOs had made their impact.
He defines an audit trail!
It's the "saucer's" holy grail!
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Lo, some were damaged, spitting smoke.
This was reported, not a joke:
connected points, established flight-paths...
...of UFOs. Now, there's your cold-draft!
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Seems Frank might be, what I sure feel...
is the righteous, real deal.
The harbinger of fact portrayed:
that truth resembling hand grenades!
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Too, there's interest from lettered principals
most agree are more than sensible.
Massive data must sustain
more truth per drop than's been maintained
by specious words or ill campaigns
employed to cant considered brains!
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Frank's been at this, years, my friend!
See, you've the "cant," I would contend.
You condemned him without reading,
without so much as even reaching!
Then locked ranks and shut him out
without a thought t'what he's about!
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Too, all because his book was raped (!)
dispatched to an ignoble jape;
perverted by an errant press
and hacked beyond belief: oppressed!
Ask Don Ledger who contends...
That "errant press," too, hacked on him!
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...Some reactive meme dispatched,
to aid "pro-active effort's" crash?
Folks who can't see other venues,
the "blinkered fools" with jealous "menus,"
these must have it all their way...
or make the rest, then, rue their day!
...But, truth is truth and shall will out
"The way" is truth, we hope to shout?
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Frank has, frankly, done the work
where others, frankly, weren't alert!
This must help to open doors
obstructed by "convention's" force,
a force maintaining world views
of niggards wishing mundane news!
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Shoot Them Down is called a hoax
and mocked, insulted... made a joke,
a second look provokes its credit!
Too! Feschino's story's caught the eye
of persons more amazed than I!
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Though, Frank's accused of a "destruction"
a "very silly" contrived "construction "
... built to "bring the 'study' down..."
already limping and unsound!
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But that's a crock, the data's there!
This has one by the shortest hair.
See, it's in the record no one read!
If it's a snake, it bit! You're dead!
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Condon was a liar, hoss,
and what's that fare, friend? What's our loss?
What would we be if we weren't slaves...
...and faced our futures... acted brave?
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Truth is better through my lens...
It facilitates respect, my friend.
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Too, I... suspect that Frank's sincere,
accept his work (oh my... oh dear!),
and see that it's not Frank to say...
...compelling truth! No, that's "Bluebook's" play!
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See? Over half the data's crassly there.
All had missed the "thread," Mon Frère!
Likely blinded by Herr Condon...
ill perceived "non-truth," the problem.
Dick and Jerry*, primrose "led"
to be so hard-nosed, and that said?
Science fiction is far off...
...but data driven? Those shoes drop!
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It won't impede the crushing fact
that "Shoot Them Down" was "orders," Jack!
We would want a saucer bad,
so risked a war with "others"! Mad!
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Too, it's not like we can't be stupid,
addled, brainless… less than lucid,
caught within the errant snare
that we're "alone," but au contraire! ...
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Now I don't know what I've found out
is truly what it's all about,
but I respect what Frank has done...
what he's late writ... and by the ton!
Too, some heavy-weights have waded in?
Those who scoffed (?), prepare your chins!
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Friedman, Cox, and Porterfield
know the data cited's real.
Good and Barker make a case,
and Maccabee had interest placed.
Responsible, one follows data,
the rest is bupkis; zero... nada.
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Think! There is more that has been missed
if these men think this might exist.
If I'm wrong, I'll say "Mea culpa",
double-slap my face like Culkin,
apologize in verse and prose...
admit that "you" were on the nose.
...But, I don't believe I'm wrong, at all;
convictions "soar and cleave"—my call!
lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net
*Richard Hall and Jerry Clark (though with all due respect...)
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Three generations of serious UFO researchers just missed it; the biggest flap in United States History, a flap of which we too faintly or even barely heard! 1952! The Summer Of Saucers! Books have been written about it!
But, three generations of "UFO Hunters" from Keyhoe to Kimball, reader, never recognized the fumbled ufological ball! Ivan T. Sanderson believed something to be there.
Gray Barker, of all people, got close, but he didn't have Bluebook.
A "special thank you" is extended to Dr. Edward Condon, then, the stealth spook and authoritarian obturator who had Bluebook in toto and blew it off of needs decidedly niggardly, short sighted, and dangerous. Ignorance always is. Shame Dr. Condon! Shame! ...Vergogna!
Ask Stanton Friedman... the generation between Keyhoe and Kimball—presuming I'm forgiven this stretch for alliteration—he'll admit he missed it, I'm betting. But presented to him in the data-rich manner in which it was offered?
Friedman caught this train, reader, shovels coal in the tractor, and officiates sagely at the caboose, still! Read on.
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