Justification

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Sunday, July 05, 2026

Links In Chains

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I'd called myself a patriot 
when I didn't know its meaning... 
but I've discovered much since then, 
and such is contravening.
 Oh, I'm still a patriot, 
and I'd fought my country's wars, 
...but I'd been sold a "bill of goods..." 
down primrose paths was "lured."
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...And bill of goods is meant here...
institutionally and educationally!
The histories taught were lies outright...
an abject "whitewash," of mendacity!
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See, there's never been the "balance," then 
that "they'd" proclaimed we'd had; 
that heroes were real heroes, 
and the villains always bad?! 
 Black was "black" 
...and white was "white" 
and ne'er the twain should meet! 
Gray's inconsequential
...Draws but "dim-bulb's..." errant "freaks"
Too?! UFOs are foolishness
and "science" has its right... 
to its campaign to "lead the way" 
to fight that "wacky blight"!
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Yes, their "evasions," they'd self-justify, 
their "facts" are misdirected... 
and REAL data? Rendered moot
 Plus history's obfuscated, 
so our character's destroyed
our rights are then suspended 
As injustices are deployed!
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so respect gets parsed too fine; 
we lose the "individuals" 
who must worship at some "shrine
(...or at least its self-appointed!) 
while the *classes* are proscribed... 
is what I would confide.
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And there is class, make no mistake; 
schools "train" those fated "service work," 
to "good" employees—tools! 
 The upper class won't truck with that 
so places privileged kids 
in academic luxury 
denied to those... dismissed!
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That's the rhyme and reason 
for this warfare based on class. 
The rich get ever richer... 
as the poor pay more for gas.
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"What's this to do with UFO's?," 
purist's prone to ask! 
 Well, an "errant class" is in control
...And, it's blowing off its task!
  See? It's them who owns the moldy keys 
to black vaults, underground! 
It's them who hold the reins they own 
through graft which... ...must astound! 
  It's them controls the "scientists" 
with "the best place at the trough," 
it's them controls the doctors... 
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Everything is UFOs, I point out yet again. 
They parallel our culture. 
They're woven with it, friend. 
It's them outside your eggshell 
which has just begun to crack. 
They redefine our futures... 
lately tyrannous and daft!

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See, theirs is but the "status quo" 
they're "happy" with... one can't but know, 
 and to that end they've raised an army
politicos all smiles and charming
talking heads of any gender
—mostly male, but "groomed" pretenders—
...grifting lawyers in platoons 
who wear you down, then suck your juice...
Judges in elitist pockets, 
soldiers with atomic rockets, 
and all the cops who taze you down 
for taking, but, your wallet out...
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You could bet that UFO's 
are better for you, then, than those. 
 UFOs? Why... you're off "the meter"? 
 UFOs? ...Some brakes upon the cheaters?
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This could mean that you'd get juice 
to feed yourself and be set loose? 
 Do they point to that "free lunch" 
that 'rightists' scold is "panties-bunch," 
but if it lets one reach far higher... 
if "lunch" is not their top desire?!
One's Grasp can then equate its Reach!
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See, we eschew our "priests" and "kings"
the dogma these create like bling
to point to futures born in space 
where Humans have a point... ...a place!
 They're the reason we're controlled  
by those who'd keep their "status quo"! 
 They might access a cleaner power, 
or help us raze our flimsy "towers"... 
lead us to a "state of being" 
existing in our better dreams?
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That's the thread of my suspicion 
and at the root of my ambition. 
 I've a feeling that we'd share 
the same concerns that must be there. 
ALL are born of star stuff, friend, 
and that's a fact we shan't pretend, 
forgetting that we don't admit... 
 It may be that we're mere fruit
our genes, in fact, are facts of truth!

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...Yes, from "someone else's" test tube, 
nothing special... think of that.  
Were but a crass experiment
a failure... and but worthless scat?!  
Yeah, it may be that we are NOT
and never really were
God's "sun source of creation," 
...but a common junkyard cur!
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Too, it may be the "gods" we have... 
are mere "shadows on the wall," 
shadows cast from some cosmic light... 
that we can't "see" at all!
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Yes, it may be we live like apes 
to "screw" for its percentage
and do so with a soul too weak... 
to make any line of scrimmage...
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It may be that we don't earn 
the arrogance we feel. 
 ...But, ALONE in all this cosmos? 
...I would chance some better deal!
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We don't have to pay the freight 
for those who WON'T believe, 
who are comfy in their towers 
at the centers of their "needs."
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See, given common 'druthers, 
please try to understand, 
but over one who blithely "won't" (?), 
please give me one who "CAN"! 
 Give me folks who aren't afraid 
to reach beyond themselves... 
to an efficacious future 
that "disclosures" must foretell! 
  Let the secrets all run free
and through the clearing dust... 
we'll find that we're set free, at last, 
to a freedom we can trust!
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Then give us just a decade! See? 
 The asteroids are ours, 
with plenty left to share on out 
to others from the stars.
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We are individuals! 
We've talent all our own. 
Yet we are subjugated 
by some arbitrary thrones!
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These "thrones" reward intolerance. 
 That throne's a shallow line. 
 That throne would have our thoughts proscribed 
by those we should despise!
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Now teams are all important, 
where the bigger "weave" gets spun, 
and we can see utility from stuff 
that teams have done, 
but I point out a truer truth 
that an upper class forgets: 
 the weakest link defines the chain; 
it's strong links are the best!
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These "links" are individuals, 
and if needs be?  Stand alone. 
 It's best they be autonomous 
for the thoughts they can compose.
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Do this sans all worry's... 
trepidation, I suggest.  
See, people still need people.  
With this you can't object. 
Stronger links still link right up, 
...but then a CHAIN they make! 
 ...Look! The individual's KEY my friends, 
or teams are rigged and fake!
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Remember, I'm a patriot... 
whose reach has gotten wide.  
I've embraced a renaissance 
including "space" and "sky."  
My country is the whole of Earth, 
her moon and NEAs; 
my land includes the moons of Jove, 
the "belt," and Mars I say! 
 My home is where I'm conscious, 
and my bed's still deep in space, 
my table is civility, 
and new settings are in place! 
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My world is the multi-verse, 
this place where we must ...dare... 
where life evolves to teach itself ...
...Our Gods shan't put us there!

lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net




NEAs are Near-Earth Asteroids, our ascending starlight staircase to the stars... Hello!
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As regards that—well-justifiably—maligned "upper class," (a trillionaire is an abomination!) they could have it their way, painlessly and above board, riches beyond their most fervidly psychopathic imaginings... They could realize their most fervid dreams if they but demonstrated the most minimal respect for the instruments of their monstrous wealth! Who are these "instruments"?
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Individuals! Them and them alone! You see, some regard must be shown to those who provide... and for others more privileged than themselves... such grand largesse!
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It's this aforementioned, "elitist disrespecting," standing in the way of space exploration, cosmic disclosure, and even respect for the common person; make no mistake. This seems demonstrable. They've a "bird in hand" and wouldn't even consider an effin' cornucopia in the very achievable bush. That's no mistake either.
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As regards "individual autonomy"... It's not anarchy and the end of polite society! Far from it! Those autonomous and so too-well-foundationed individuals just have a more secure spot from which to lever a greater power than that presently enjoyed... and then be able to contribute even more to the positive synergy... of an efficacious team. Individual Autonomy, one might discover, won't drive teams apart as much as make a team even MORE productive, intelligent, and far-reaching. Better, would be the word used.


True, there's no "I" in team, but there is a "me" if'n you're not picky about letter order and another given a color separation. More well-vetted responsible people, acting in the capacity of emergency police, astonishingly, not less... should carry concealed weapons, even... just spitballin'...
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The point? Anything contributing to a safer more individual autonomy should be busily encouraged. It adds quality to the contribution an individual can make to a team of similar individuals. That makes the care and feeding of individuals key, and NOT of secondary importance.  The individual IS key to the efficacy of any team.
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Right now, we don't have a lot of respect for our individuals, and as the population goes steadily up, less all the time. There will be no "profit" that comes with that.
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As regards UFOs being everything... Well, the fact of their existence would change everything in the same way occurring were we to abruptly discover that there were other civilizations in the unexplored region across space's metaphorical river—if we discovered that we had powerful witnesses to our arbitrary crimes of convenience and our practiced serial sociopathy, eh?
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The kids in Golding's "Lord of the Flies," unfettered by any mentoring and adult leadership, ran hot and rampant until the grownups showed up at the end of the novel to sort them out and re-civilize them... hmm. "Adult supervision" would settle some errant aspects of humanity's hubristic hash, eh?

Golding wasn’t saying “children are bad.” He was saying humans without structure, accountability, or sensible norms will drift toward chaos—because civilization is a practice, not a default state.

In the novel: remove mentorship, institutions, shared norms, accountability, and adult supervision... then add fear, scarcity, charisma, and tribal "identity"?

The result is violent hierarchy, myth-making, and authoritarian drift... that's the history.

When the naval officer arrives at the end, the boys don’t just stop — they collapse, because the sudden reappearance of authority reminds them of the civilization they abandoned.

Golding’s point wasn’t about kids. It was about humans.

Reasoned? Civilization isn’t the opposite of chaos. Civilization is the management of chaos. Remove the managers—the norms, the laws, the accountability—and humans behave exactly like Golding’s boys:

Myth replaces truth!
Fear replaces reason!
Power replaces cooperation!
Cruelty replaces restraint!

An illustration would be the behavior of the current administration in 2026...

...Adult supervision isn’t about grownups, per se. It’s about structures that keep us grown up. Structures that encourage an efficacious maturity. Woke structures... true by watch and warrant! We'll stop there.

Restore John Ford!
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NEAs?! Wealth beyond imagining...

Thursday, May 14, 2026

Letters...

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What seems plain as virgin day? 
Our Agencies in disarray! 
Remember, it's some glad elite, 
said circumspect—and très discrete—
who keeps real knowledge from us all 
with clever dodges, tricks, and stalls
Facts and figures are distorted
"covered up"; it's well reported!
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...Like, UFOs they've hidden, friend, 
so we shan't know what these portend!  
Nameless lights are highly strange and... 
are they there to "rearrange
those "feelings" that we have for "leaders" 
we'd "elected"—some dull mouth breathers! 
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They don't work for us, you know? 
These letters, though we front their dough! 
...Too, they're but tools of corporate masters
and what's good for them spells our disaster?
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Their beginnings are just fraught with "stain." 
Hoover was a monster, plain
A wolf, and in his own employ, 
he lived a life that few'd enjoy...
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See, he kept these "records," massive files, 
and these were used to keep defiled... 
men who might have been courageous! 
...Glad psychopathy is outrageous
...Streets and buildings named for him... 
hide God knows what... contained within!
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The FBI's just what we know, 
but other letters hide! Hello
Projects black as pitch or jet 
are busy with a work that's... "wet..."
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We're informed it's "for your safety," 
but that's a road not traveled safely! 
Much that happens this way now... 
if we but knew (?!)... we'd disallow
People suffer, families fall, 
and unknown "secrets" make us crawl, 
dancing to the tune of those... 
who keep those secrets, don't you know
We shan't have control of these. 
Our *letters* keep us on our knees!
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The CIA and ATF
are programs tacking right, not left. 
We don't know what they have done. 
We can't guess what tales are spun! 
We don't see their covert purpose. 
An "oversight" shall not alert us!
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Fed manure, plain and stark, 
we're just mushrooms in the dark! 
...Only here to pay the bill 
for services they don't fulfill!  
Kept in chains they've manufactured, 
we're depressed and broken—fractured! 
We're neutered, and then kept dependent,
while some maintain their GRAND resplendence!
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It's all about autonomy, 
and how they covet it, you see? 
Aliens—just the craft they fly
show cleaner ways to do things, Clyde!
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We might stop with "fossil fuels," 
and package food with stuff "reused." 
This information—perhaps obtained—
contributes to our freedom's gain!  
We shouldn't want to cheat and steal; 
folks deserve a better deal. 
...But some would have us "on their meter" 
(but hide it so the theft is sweeter!
paying taxes that provide... 
the "corporate welfare" we decry!
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We're not kept abreast of things! 
Why? It complicates the joy of "kings"! 
These are kings too arbitrary
rule of law's, to them, contrary
They now infest our institutions
make the rules and constitutions
but use these as their mechanisms... 
puppets for their canted schisms!
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To buttress their autonomy, 
they'll treat you like an enemy
using *letters* like a club, 
so's to obfuscate the issues snubbed!
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Anything can hide in there, 
where *letters* work; expect despair. 
A people's interests have no hope 
if they are but the "chosen's" joke.
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NASA is a strange pretender! 
The CIA? A black contender! 
The FBI we've just considered, 
so cogitate, we're not delivered
Don't forget the NSA 
as you can bet they've feet of clay! 
These have kept us in the dark, 
they're *letters* aping eel and shark
All our armies have their "shops"; 
all have their share of black ops-nauts!
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The OSI and GAO 
play cards precluding what we'd know. 
The SAT and ICI 
just muddy water—cloud your sky. 
The SBI and OSS, well, we can't know... 
...It's your best guess!  
We're beholden, on a clock
working—sweating—common stock.  
On a treadmill, in a wheel
while these preclude some real deal!

lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net





Now let’s step out of the cadence and into the record...

Created specifically in 1952, the NSA was an agency approved and justified only to accomplish the following: it was to house and consolidate all the other agencies, bureaus, and intelligence shops efficaciously and efficiently! It was conceived to facilitate oversight, engender accountability, and save money... even to protect the garden-variety American from the military-industrial complex that Eisenhower passionately, if futilely, warned us against!

This new "umbrella" agency was created... but not a single other agency was effectively incorporated! Only the most servile competition was engendered for money and status... "constructive cooperation" was essentially DEAD!

In fact, the number of lettered agencies only increased, and so BLACK, they didn't even have letters! We're reminded that just the day before the Towers came down in New York (odd timing, that!), Donald Rumsfeld, then the Secretary of Defense, very casually reported on television that the Defense Department could not account for 2.1 trillion dollars that had been allotted to it by Congress... 2.1 trillion dollars?! ...Then the towers came down. 2.1 trillion dollars kinda fell out of the news as Bush's approval rating went over 90 percent... for a while...but it was a long time before sanity prevailed... blazes... we're not over it yet, risking a digression!

So... and additionally, there is inadequate... no, I'm sorry, I mean... NO oversight, and there is more money spent now than there ever was—sinister augmentations of this proclivity to waste by an unknown but certainly considerable factor...

Regarding the FBI, well, it's always written a check its ass couldn't cash, and it has improved little since its first director used it to make himself an arbitrary king in this land where there are not supposed to be ANY kings... by LAW. Nobody misses Herbert Hoover. No one will miss Kash Patel...

...God, but what must hide in some of those black vaults!

Somebody knows. The disarray the reader saw at the start is the same disarray that swallowed John Ford.

Restore John Ford! Read on.





Saturday, April 11, 2026

Once Again, Again...

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Illinoisa placid State... 
for folks who "know their place"? 
They'd "jobs, or crops and families
to keep their lives in trace? 
They've got to "make a living"
keep the wolves from worried doors
so they're bound to be "pragmatic," folk...
Still, ...don't they need to know their score?
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See, "stuff" infests their nighttime skies, 
and they won't care a wit? 
Blaming *jobs*, or *farms* and *weather*... 
blaming *family* and *thrift*? 
Rather, giving in completely 
to the DICTATES of their day, 
when it is in FACT, those "dictates
which pervert them, holding sway?
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See, Illinois hosts UFOs that obviate ...the man
They fly aloft, huge "arrowheads," 
like quiet buildings, understand? 
Too, they're all lit up with beacons 
from sharp corners all aglow
they shimmer with a crimson light 
that pulsates down below!
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They waft along majestically, 
bereft of any stealth! 
They make themselves available 
for inspections of themselves! 
Then, they rattle chains of status quo—
indifferent to the style... 
of a "mainstream" so mendacious 
its whole cloth's a toxic guile!
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See? They're like a big "pink elephant," 
but one that's truly seen! 
How could one "report" these facts—
expect to be believed
Though, how does one belie a tale, 
so fleshed-out, straight and true, 
by so many trusted persons 
who communicate that view?!
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The eerily anomalous did fly northeastern skies
and "nine one one was called upon" 
by sober men: no lie!  
The cops dispatched would see it too, 
and photos they were making... 
were hard to see and indistinct 
but minus any faking
Philip Klass was quick to crow 
that "it was only Venus." 
All scholarships would blow that off 
as that "thinking which demeans us."
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Four towns' police would see this thing!
It flew without a sound! 
It blocked out all the planets 
and the stars Klass "gassed" about! 
Yes, professionals of diverse types, 
from teachers up through truckers 
were witnesses to strange events... 
Well, demanding something from us!
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The craft was huge but danced the sky 
and spun upon its axis. 
Devoid of any commonness, 
there was nothing to relax us. 
...And lit up like a Christmas tree 
it sped up now and then... 
to *shoot* to the horizon, 
trained observers tell us, friend!
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Real towns in Illinois report this UFO: 
Lebanon and Shiloh and Dupo, don't you know
And yet the word does NOT go out, 
events were just ignored
and we are left to ponder 
what credulity implores!
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Once again authorities 
have proved they've missed the boat! 
Once again, they demonstrate
 they'd rather sink than float!
Once again, they demonstrate 
the "courage" of our race 
to a plethora of visitors 
we're yet too dumb to face! 
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Once again, we lose out... 
on the living, breathing stars! 
Once again, we're petrified, 
if while more near than far!
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...And still these sneer and chuckle 
like it's "us" bereft of clues, 
when the world is in RENAISSANCE 
and potential's bright and new
Worldwide, we come alive 
and cope with where we are: 
a tiny globe on beaten paths, 
and shining like a star!
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Stanton Friedman makes the case: 
it's "folks" more near than far 
who have cluttered our real history 
and might hint some "higher" bar. 
That we aspire to this bar
our struggle of the past—
to free ourselves from priests and kings 
who strangle us at last...
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To be free of all their ad-men—
manipulations these contrive... 
to sell a short-term worldview 
that we can't or won't survive!
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...So what about that "NON-EVENT"—
going down in Illinois
Why don't we hear the furor 
of some people making noise? 
Why don't they make DEMANDS 
of them... who makes demands of us... 
as they squander our inheritance 
and betray our future's trust?
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Why are we less than knowledgeable, 
why would we just deny... 
what people—who are good and true—
have reported in their skies? 
Why would these honest persons, 
who have everything to lose... 
why would they, then, 
report these things—
to such as me and you?
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Something flew in Illinois. 
This, at least, is clear! 
the mainstream's "blithe indifference." 
should be blamed for what we'd fear!
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It could not be a "stealth-craft" 
of some type to "spy" on us, 
or why in hell'd they advertise
and light the damn thing up?! 
The thing that was reported, then, 
was too damn big to make, 
and suggesting that it's Venus? 
That's a stupid "Phil Klass" fake!
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So, why the hell ignore this 
and be something less than free? 
Do hapless folks in Illinois... 
just like their bleeding knees?


Lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net



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Humanity secures another victory for those with dirt in their hair. That's not a good thing, eh? The dirt? It comes from the reflexive move to shove one's head into the ground at the first sign of the, oh, let's call it the "irascible and inexplicable but paradigm changing inconvenient occuring so far up your nose you can feel alien boot heels on your chin," eh?!  Too much? Such it is with the unknown unknown.

IOWs, when they're not otherwise flexible enough to make hats made red of their own abused and prolapsed anal pores? It's "dirty" hair. C'mon! You know what I'm talkin' about... ...New things done in unpredictable ways, you know?  Work with me.

Christ, but aggregate humanity is like a fetus who won't leave the freaking womb! That's not good for fetus or womb, eh?  ...Something else you know is true!  Rack 'em with the ass-hats!

Too, consider what the distractions of family, farm, and job are really distracting us from... when the family is an invention of the last couple of centuries, the farm is being phased out for the monolithic agro-monopoly (in the interests of efficiency of course, an efficiency made necessary by a population insentiently doubling every twenty years or so), and "the job" is generally a nonproductive futility, for most... (See the movie, "Office Space") and contributing, anyway, to the general environmental degradation and disintegration. Heavy freakin' sigh, eh?

...And people wonder why there seems to be so much depression and suicide!  No, intimating a very tantalizing set of expansive potentialities, it seems preferable to cop to the obvious reality of UFOs and try to get an idea of what these honest persons seem to be so furiously pointing at, eh? This seems to gesture to the attention of something, perhaps themselves.  Hey, they're there, but that we're here, you know.  Humanity is its own proof that the "other" is real. 

Nothing happens once! WE didn't!


Honestly, are we doomed to live harrowing real lives beyond the only imagined terrors of the otherwise ignored alien visitation? Are we doomed to be led to a sick society's self-righteous slaughter by the hyper-privileged few who feel they have the "divine right" to profit from the exertions of we, the "dues-paying deluded"... destroying the very homes of we deluded, in the process? This would include the White House, currently, as we've seen, its East Wing rendered unrighteously to heaps of slag and moldering asbestos by mad men.

If those few who profit from the "we deluded" feel compelled to protest, well... it may be that their protest is fueled more by their well-justified LOSS of pompous prestige and purloined position enjoyed unjustly for too many years, than for the sensitivities and sensibilities of those who produce the prestige and position for them, in the first place! The catbird bemoaning a threat to its seat. Pity. ...Fuck 'em.

I pause for a sneer of my own.

In other words, it's not to our aggregate benefit that these protests (or ufological denials) are ever—and have ever been—made. Certainly, we're better off knowing the truth, presently completely denied us, whatever the price or consequence. It would be incorporated into our daily lives... and we would move on from it, blessed with the knowledge that things had a wider horizon than we thought they did!

We do ourselves no favors by hiding from what most of the hyper-educated propeller heads ADMIT is out there... somewhere. "Far," they can just as easily be... "near," eh?

See, if *they* are somewhere, they could be anywhere. And, that means most certainly even HERE.

What happened in Illinois on January 5th, 2000? Then, what continues to happen over and over again in an accelerating cycle of the highest strangeness witnessed by hundreds or even thousands of credible persons?

There have been flaps in and around, in the interim! Can anyone remember the Phoenix Lights in Arizona 1997, O'hare International in 2007... haunting a seemingly over-represented Illinois, and the most recent full-bore and brass-jacketed Flap in 2008?

Indeed, how many times can one strike this ufological flint, get a good productive spark, and it all not just burst into righteous flame, finally?

Somebody knows.

Read on!





Sunday, March 08, 2026

Errant Clocks...


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I'm logging in a sky-watch 
for the "stuff" one finds up there;
I won't pretend what I have found—
report what isn't there! 
Too, I don't mean to scare you 
or detract from your "beliefs," 
but we're beset by bastards, friends... 
with the ethics of disease.
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See, it's "winners" write the history 
clearly missing all its "thorns." 
Why, it's how they've kept posterity 
on the UFOs suborned. 
It's how they've lied to spare themselves
it's why we don't look up...
its why we ask no questions 
of these men we knowcorrupt.
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This is why "they" can ignore us. 
This is how we're so insane. 
It's WHY we trod the paths we take—
or shriek our "shrill refrains"!
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We bemoan that cognitive dissonance
how we think when "up" turns "down." 
How to "justify" what doesn't fit; 
turning "crap" to sparkling "crowns." 
...Can't keep it up for very long
the spirit won't abide. 
One makes oneself irrelevant,  
and this makes one "sick" inside!
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See? Still those "lights" traverse our skies, 
and strangeness DOES abound! 
Their speed is slow and variable
Their appearance MOST profound
...And yes, they "flash" and "tumble," 
and they "vanish" to "reappear." 
They cannot be mere pelicans—
too peculiar, odd, and queer! 
...And I mean that in a good way, 
as produced by massive stars? 
We've an infinite "diversity" 
barely trifled with so far!
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The "Christers" call them "demon's spawn," 
of "he who dwells below." 
They haven't copped to Enki...
or Enlil, don't you know... 
See, they've assigned their errant histories 
to mere labels, understand?. 
So, moving "sway" to human hands 
but from those Gods... as planned!
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Yeah, it's all just razzle-dazzle 
of a *faith* that they'd abuse... 
with Gods to "love" and "hate" folks, 
so the flock will stay confused!
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Now "sceptics" are a valued lot, 
but "bunkies" stink with fear! 
They've quite a lot *invested
in a *future* they'd hold dear. 
"...The crown of all creation, 
we're alone..." these would maintain, 
and "reports of flying saucers 
come from crazy—misled—brains.
They're like an errant clock 
which measures time, one would presume, 
as a chronicle of wishes 
for a world-view they'd "consume"!
.
"Talkers" bury tongues in cheeks 
and sneer up ruffled sleeves. 
They front for corporate interests 
who would do just what they please! 
They've sold their souls to Mammon, see, 
would dissemble on the truth, 
so they're the part and parcel 
of "control" in disrepute!
.
They're slick and coiffed, articulate, 
and too well dressed it seems. 
...And THESE maintain the status quo 
composed of shallow dreams?
.
It's true the "colored lights" portend, 
for them, a non-event! 
Yet, Folks report real UFOs... 
take pictures they'd present! 
We see them all across the world; 
we see they've been recorded... 
...in the paintings of the masters 
who'd reveal, then, what's reported!
.
We see them in the photographs—
too old to have been faked! 
We read them in the written word 
the sages wrote for fate! 
We hear them on the radio. 
We see them on TV. 
Content, we're sold a bill of goods, 
contained, betrayed—you see?
.
So, I'm logging in a sky watch. 
I report what I perceive. 
I'm not a crass believer 
OR a skeptibunky... ...please.
.
I have my own possession. 
I'm beholden to myself. 
I'll make my observation 
as I will for mental health.
.
Now, I'll conclude this skywatch, 
but "strike the Sun if it offends me"!
Priests and anxious gurus
can just step off and then unfriend me.
 .
I shall defer to sentience,
and let its fairness rule my soul. 
I'll move towards the evidence... 
...And where where it leads? I'll go!


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...Though the "heavens" fall...

Hey. If they fell at all?  Then what was their value in the first place? Heavens are like utopias. They're unrealistic, nonsensical, and impossible.  Trust in "The Lord," sure, your "fellows" will kill you if you don't... ...but tie up your freakin' camel!

The last few days resulted in four of "them" providing sightings of the previously described type. Nocturnal lights, tumbling, flashing, shamelessly stopping and starting, appearing and disappearing in flight-paths to the West, so highly strange.  

These are observed in clear skies to vary speed and direction across an inky star field... What Dr. Hynek might have termed a CE-1... all you have to do is rock your head back and refuse to forecast what you might see up there; they're THERE, damn it!

Somebody knows...

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