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"T'was launched that way," Noel Hinners said,
"The normal thing is ... metric,"
though million-dollar crafts were lost;
call it... bad "econometrics."
...And, no, we did outdo ourselves
—our "dumbass" was profound—
transcending all stupidity
in some thinking most... unsound!
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Yet, we're the ones discounted
an intelligence's clout;
where it's us who's laughing up our sleeves
—I hope to shout!
It's not us providing "measurement"
with a "metrics" all mixed up
in an "English" that's all awkward
—and outdated—clumsy stuff!
How's it then that we're to buy
"excuses" sans all "carat,"
where much remains concerning "acts"
precluding trust and merit?!
.
See, this is what they'd have you think
so they could have their way,
that this is why the Mars probes fail
...are burnt up. "Poof," they'd say.
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What!? Teaspoons used for liters (?),
or it's grams are used for pounds;
English used for metric?
That's astounding! That confounds!
"Pound" and "Newton" seconds are "confused,"
by that I mean... the "explanation's" facile...
intellectually obscene...
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On its face a simple problem
our Joe "Six-pack" understands:
that the *hard math* of "translation"
was an early problem, man!
Math was made so tedious—
its path contrived—abstruse!
Centimeter's inches—
clay meter's feet excused?
"Weight" and "mass" are "pounds" of "grams,"
and "cubits" measure speed?!
See, measurement's a major mess
where terms cannot agree!
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...But science has a language
that it prides itself upon;
call it "metrics," it's that language
based on ten... and one big yawn!
It's "language" used precluding such...
what sends our probes "awry."
"Metrics" are exclusion for such "errors,"
reason's why!
....This insult to intelligence
will then, likely, not be challenged;
it makes one wonder what else hides...
so equally unchallenged...
See, these are "sums" so checked and scrubbed
they fairly shriek and scream!
These figures were not "pen and ink"
—or wrought by hand—you see?
Computers crunched these numbers,
and they'd done it fine before.
...Why was this time different?
Was it monkeys keeping score*?
.is what they would have used
... for someone needing (!?!) English;
so our probes don't get "confused."
Computers count parameters
a "human" won't keep straight!
Predictions are "exceeded" and...
...alarms should go off, mate!
."Apples" used for "oranges"
in the midst of course corrections?
How can we think that such is so—
entertain the mere suggestion?
...It transcends the simply ludicrous!
It exceeds the merely stupid.
Profoundly so retarded, it's just dumb!
It's just not lucid!
.
It is, in fact, so dumb, you see,
one suspects it's not an accident!
It must be, somehow (?), sabotage (?),
or some weirder breed of happenstance?!
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...Perhaps our craft were "flying well,"
and tucked down in precision.
They're right where we designed them (?),
and they're working in position?
What they "see" I cannot say,
but what if "weird's" the case;
they're seeing "ancient artifacts"
or another "ship" in space?
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We're not privy to the info
that has bled our pockets dry
(the Russians sold us "Dreamland"**—
our own lies to us is why...).
...What is hidden from us, truly,
so deep within the bowels...
of a warm-as-ice bureaucracy
perhaps crooked, vile, and foul?
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What "National Security",
that's had no "oversight,"
has kept at bay corruptions
which infest the rest, alright!?
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What of all these satellites,
these high-tech probes and such?
Can you really think it likely...
that we'd screw up quite so much?
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This is stuff we pay for,
and the value back to us
are the knowledges they're hiding?
...They've betrayed the public trust!
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Distrust is plain,
there are no "good guys"—
TЯUMPCO makes this clear.
Wherever there's no oversight?
The cost will be too dear!
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See? What falls through "cracks" by some design
would probably save us grief in time...
but that must "up-set" canted plans
for those most privileged—understand?
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The multi-verse is charmed with features ...
filled with unknown tricks... ...and creatures (?)—
quite beyond the common pale;
no person thinks of such... detail!
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This is what our probes are "seeing,"
change that's rampant, fluid—breathing?
Our "pride" is undeserved, good friends.
...We might retreat to make amends...
Our "pride" is undeserved, good friends.
...We might retreat to make amends...
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Someone knows the secrets
that would light this powder keg!
Lit off SOONER I'd propose our strife
would not have been as great!
Lit off sooner makes it useful
as a righteous tool for change.
Lit off sooner keeps things interesting;
we improve when things get strange!
Lit off sooner it's a profit,
found out later—"missed our boats,"
and all that's left to take its place
still has us by our throats!
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Someone knows the secrets
which are fanned to indistinction
by apologists for darkness
fanning murky imprecisions!
Someone knows the secrets
which must point to weak foundations
which are, likely, built on thinking... incorrect...
Let's be courageous!
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A Nation shall not prosper
if it fears its very own.
A nation not forthcoming
is a tyrant on a throne.
A nation that—routinely—preys
upon the public trust,
is a nation... one revolts against,
or Jefferson's a bust!
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Tom said—"...by its focused operation
in [the slowness of design]
strength transmutes to tyranny,
or is corrupted so, in time."
Tom said, "its evil operation
must be thwarted at all cost,
so folks must be enlightened or...
it's all we've gained... is lost!"
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SHOW us what our money buys!
Open wide our doors!
Let us see what's cooking at the center—
at the core!
Let us know reality
so "plans" get made that "fly,"
and we can soar, then, to our fates,
but know some reasons why!
*Yes, when one gets to the period. Measured against a grander civilization, that's us... at our best!
**Area 51
Cosmic weirdness, UFOs, and Psychedelic whatnot? Serve it up, verily! Bring it! Lit sooner, like back in 1952, when it was so far up America's nose we felt alien boot heels on our chins, we'd be just living with it, now. ...Moreover, it's my intuition that we'd be living for the better.
It remains that some "mis-matched measurement" perverting our mechanisms is an excuse that will be used only where the actual excuse cannot be used, it is offered. Where "the truth" cannot be known. ...Not for the persons paying on the revealing of it, at any rate... slippery slopes ahead of them on that, you know, as one admission would be leading to another... then leading to still another, and none of these admissions very complementary to the "admitting"... moreover?The corpocracy is threatened. The money guys get anxious, right?! Panties get in a decided bunch, boy howdy!
...And no! They're not shielding your delicate sensibilities, they are not saving you from some awful truth, they are not altruistically doing you a service... they are hiding something it would be to your profit to know, personally, is the credited suspicion ... and making a killing, in the bargain, on your ignorance...
Restore John Ford!
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