Justification

Critical Prose & Poetic Commentary regarding UFOs and their astonishing ancillaries, consciousness & conspiracy, plus a proud sufferer of orthorexia nervosa since 2005!

Sunday, December 07, 2025

Fare For Vultures...


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The skies above me flash with light 
that most won't see... They're filled with fright...
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See? Distracted by some "skeptibunky," 
these submit ... become his flunky.  
This is easy 'nuff to do. 
Remains that "these" are gaming you!
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You wallow their "convinced" denial, 
while these avoid true tests and trials
These abstain, and are redundant! 
Truly, their abnegation is repugnant.
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Yes, sold that "bill of goods" we "need" 
to live our lives on callused knees, 
we take the word that those we "know"... 
will keep us safe and warm... you know? 
We dismiss imagination, 
refuse a valid protestation—
depend upon convenient culture.  
Our cherished dreams?...Mere fare for vultures.
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There is more to "life," I KNOW
that wheels, darts, and hotly glows... 
beyond the limit some impose—
to keep their "high ground," don't you know!
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This—perceived by many persons
spanning years which number thousands—
left its traces on the ground... 
and on some film that I had found.
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It's chiseled into ageless stone! 
It's evidence we're not alone! 
It's PROOF denied by scabrous scholars 
addicted to their cloying dollars... 
truth retreating with all pride 
in fulsome shame of truth denied.
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See, we won't hear the real story, 
so we can't earn our "stab at glory"! 
We're denied the human right 
informed consent provides, I'd write! 
With mad heads shoved, so hard, between
—our flaccid cheeks—we're très obscene...
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Too, we've been *WARNED
what "could" occur 
if folks were *shocked*, 
*upset*—*disturbed*!
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"Why, wanton panic would ensue, 
mass suicide—we'd come unglued! 
Riots in the streets occurring, 
markets crashing, cultures lurching—
institutions then dissolving
and chaos rules! We'd be devolving..."
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Wait! Cities razed in mass confusion, 
darkness claiming harsh intrusions, 
mobs of people looting, stealing, 
shocked, assaulted—senses reeling? 
Culture's web must come apart? 
...We'd be hell bound in a shopping cart?
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...Well, we'd DESERVE that awful harvest, 
sowing as we had, in earnest, 
feckless seeds marooned in space... 
...that we're the pointless "washed up" race!
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Though?! There's no proof this must occur, 
and evidence we could make de'tour!
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Remember, then, the Middle Ages! 
Turn way back—historic pages!
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...Think back, quickly, to a time..., 
when stuff of legends filled our minds! 
Many years ago, it's asked... 
what was wrought?! How WERE we tasked?  
Hearing *stories* of new races, 
critters FOREIGN, no relation? 
It's just like now, that other time. 
Did WE "freak out" and lose our minds?
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Did western culture fall apart?  
No! We but ordered, "a la carte."
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Too, please don't think me over-callous, 
too filled with venom, spite, or malice, 
but the FEW who freak that way, 
and lose their minds to chaos, say
—kill themselves or worse—... unblinking...? 
Good RIDDANCE to their blood, I'm thinking!
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Flush them from the gene pool, cousin! 
They're not worth bemoaning's fussin'!
We've much bigger fish to fry!
At this point?! It's Root, hog, or die!
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If our culture comes apart 
...where folks from space are "found"?! Be smart!  
It DESERVES to "crash on down" 
and crumble (!)... to some stabler ground!  
If we're unhinged by real beings... 
apart from us in space—some "thing"? 
Well, we betray intelligence... 
artistry, our common sense. 
We'd deserve a crass demise, 
bereft of tears... I would surmise.
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...Makes you wonder who hangs ON 
to well-worn ways no longer sound. 
Who hangs on to their pollutions—
glad (corrupted) institutions?!
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Why, those, the few, professing doom! 
Those, who forecast shadowed gloom! 
Those, the ones, the "few who lose," 
when truth is offered un-confused. 
And too, myself, my culture's child, 
aware of such (so slightly wild!
provoked in turn to bite the hand... 
t'would feed such failure to this man!
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Majorities would profit grandly; 
I've a feeling, some understanding. 
Read between the lines, yourself, 
and show yourself some mental health.

lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net


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Perhaps I didn't make this crystal clear.  If our culture implodes on an admission of the actuality of an extraterrestrial intelligence, it flatly DESERVES to implode.  No apologies... At least it would implode to something solid, solid instead of inflated... a foundation more construction worthy.  I've a suspicion that this *admission* could have been made around 1947—the year before I was born.­  ...And the alleged *implosion* I've alluded to, would now be well behind us.  ...And I would have never known anything else.

...We'd also be living in the asteroid belt closer to Utopia, I suspect, and our respected Earth would be an honored garden—but you knew I was going to say that. No apologies here either. That's just my feeling... a result of aspiring to conscience and humility provoked by a humiliating self-assessment brought about by an honest assessment of my society and culture... who we are, what we are... and what we do... what we have DONE... not all good... a result of CHOICE!

Additionally? Don't use Orson Welles' "War of the Worlds" broadcast to reflexively feather your whiny, skepti-feebroid, and nay-saying denialist's "bed" any longer... if that applies to the reader.  That 1930s broadcast was inadvertently or "advertently" (sic!) HAND-TOOLED to incite panic, and besides, the reaction of the people to it was no different than a genuine broadcast informing its listeners that the *Red Chinese* (say) had landed in a small American town and were killing and pillaging an actual hapless citizenry. Would culture implode as a result of this incursion by the red Chinese? Well, if it did? It would deserve to implode. Good riddance.  No! Dumb as a bag o' broken hammers is not a viable world, or galactic, citizenry.

Consider: the rather minimal panic that ensued was a provoked lawlessness only to procure the means to resist and survive! Every man for himself!  Pretty freaking healthy from a biological and psychological standpoint. Under the circumstances of a suspected attack from beyond space and time for which we were unprepared?  C'mon.  I submit that we performed passably well! Very well indeed, actually!

Remember! Minimal DEATHS occurred in THAT regrettably misunderstood debacle, and FEWER suicides.

Then, in 1952, when there was a very real "War Of The Worlds" (!) (True Story... google Frank Feschino!) we had ANOTHER opportunity to refrain from just "kicking the can," but actually bending over to pick it up and examine it! There have been subsequent opportunities: 

1952Washington, D.C.Radar-visual sightings over the Capitol; USAF scrambles jets; Project Blue Book intensifies
1965–1966USA (Midwest, Northeast)Michigan “swamp gas” sightings; Hillsdale College incident; Congressional hearings follow
1973USA (Southeast)Pascagoula abduction; wave of humanoid reports and close encounters across the South
1980UK (Rendlesham Forest)Military witnesses strange lights and craft near RAF Woodbridge; dubbed “Britain’s Roswell”
1989–1990BelgiumTriangular craft seen by thousands; radar confirmation; military jets scrambled
1994ZimbabweAriel School incident; 60+ children report contact with beings and craft
2008TurkeyKumburgaz sightings; video evidence of craft with visible occupants (disputed but widely circulated)
2023USA, Latin AmericaSurge in sightings post-UAP hearings; whistleblower David Grusch’s claims spark renewed interest

Is there not a huge debate going on in Congress as we speak that this anomalous and highly strange "can" be picked up and examined? 


Finally, we can all just accept that we are at our efficacious best when conditions are at their most trying... conversely, we are at our worst with conditions at their very best!  We might conduct our affairs with that knowledge in mind—yes, let's move on into the truth... though the heavens fall! ...If they do fall? We'll make better heavens!

Verily, "Brookings" can bite me. We'd best stop kickin' this can... hell, all our cans. We'd be well served!

Restore John Ford!

[You knew I was going to say that, too.]



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