...Smoke And Fire...

Something truly horrible has occurred to me and my friends or family, reader—or close even if extended.  You, reader, if you had regard for my expression.  I wanted you to hear it first from me.

To start, a person's character and reputation should suffer for that which they bring upon themselves, and not what is thrust upon them.

Indeed, a decent person without a criminal record and engaging in no criminal activity who tries to live a life of service, consistency, artistry, and fidelity should be heaped with honor, lauded by superiors, appreciated among his peers, and loved by subordinates, one would think. Failing any or all of the preceding? Respectfully left alone, reader, and treated respectfully.

Let me, briefly, tell you a story about a person who satisfied all the requirements for respectful treatment alluded to above. He exists in fact, this actually pretty humble man of singular reputation, service, loyalty, and intelligence... ...but at the whim of a piqued gang of insentient sociopaths (who themselves define inconstancy, project inconsistency, and operate, apparently, outside the bounds of a required civility)... the honorable person alluded to, and unfortunately the subject of this tedious little tale, has had his reputation altered, unjustifiably, in a manner so egregiously repellent that it almost defies description.

To wit: A base character assassination by way of easy association with a crime transcending mere garden variety crime, reader ...even murder.

Yes, a crime worse than murder, reader, because the crime so stealthily accused is a slow murder that is ongoing and without end. It is a murder which transfers. It is a murder which spreads. It is a murder of the soul, and then any adjacent soul which that soul touches, reader. There's no way to sugar-coat this or otherwise put a better face on it, ... You will know this to be true.

In our 21st Century nation we are traditionally twitchy about this singular crime, and where there is that smoke? Why, there must be at least a chance of fire... ...am I right reader... ? ...or how could it possibly have come up, at all? Close to the fire? In this case just smoke? In "Short Attention Span Theatre," you only have one chance to make a good impression on the mass mind. Am I right about that?!

...Perchance to be burned, reader? Closest to the dog has its fleas? Why even take a chance with that accused person where he can be remotely associated with such a dire charge? ...And so it goes...

I mean it's just too bad for the innocent subject of this essay, right?  But... why take the smallest chance, reader, with worse than murder?

A suspicion has been raised! Persons know how serious an accusation such as the forthcoming can be... ...and these persecuting would not remotely pretend to make the charge... but that they had some good evidence of a clear and present danger! A danger so compelling regarding the subject that he is admonished that the local FBI was to be immediately notified?

FBI? In this day and age? Yes.

It doesn't matter that this scurrilous accusation (by association and ham-handed suggestion) is the result of incompetence, bias, stupidity, ineptitude, insentient enmity, and philosophical infidelity.

It doesn't matter that this stealthy charge was without foundation, support or fact and was raised at all to shut the innocent subject down without regard to common sense, base integrity, fair play, or the subject's SPOTLESS reputation.

...Without regard!

See, all that is required is the accusation, reader! Smoke must always mean fire in our presently very corrupted nation. You know this to be true, reader, on some level.

It doesn't matter that the subject of this essay is the third holder of a spotless name carrying the honor and service of protestant ministers, school Principals, Naval research engineers, and military officers.

It doesn't matter that the subject is a certified public school teacher who graduated summa cum laude from an accredited university with his bachelor of science degree , and is between employments and desirous of a teaching position requiring all trust.

It doesn't matter that the subject completed a career as a military officer, was very highly decorated as a Veteran of foreign wars, was a Master Army aviator, and has commanded service schools in an extremely competitive military career structure.

It is all for naught, blown away in an ill wind created at the first use of the word... pedophile... Pedophile is defined as: An adult sexually attracted to a child or children...

...Smoke? Fire, reader?

As has likely been clear... the subject of this essay is myself. I apologize for the tediousness of this, sincerely, but my horn has abruptly and unethically been made into a funnel, honored reader. Consequently, I aim to use every bit of lung (and keyboard) power and blow my horn clear and clearly.

Seriously reader, and you're at the whim of the same brand of sociopath, remember. What would you do?

This 2005 Halloween morning, oddly enough, I woke to one piece of mail in my E-mail box. Cold-cocked, imagine being guilty of what is suggested... bad enough!

Now, reader, imagine being innocent:

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Mon, 31 Oct 2005 04:52:35 PST
To: errol@virtuallystrange.net, Kimballwood@aol.com
Cc: alienview@adelphia.net
Date: Mon, 31 Oct 2005 07:52:24 -0500
Subject: Alfred Lehmberg

A review of Alfred Lehmberg via Google produced the listing below, for a child porn site, and there is Alfred Lehmberg's name, using the site.Would Mr. Lehmberg be good enough to explain why his name is listed for usage at the child porn site?
Christopher Jay
Assistant Director
Fort Wayne MediaWatch
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Usage Statistics for horriblemonster.com - October 2002 - Search ...... 0.19% http://www.degraeve.coms/ 2 0.13% 1940's porn pictures 2 0.13% 2002sexy pic 20.13% aesthetic apparatus 2 0.13% alfred lehmberg 2 0.13% animal fuckphoto ...www.horriblemonster.com/things/search_200210.html - 33k - Cached -Similar pages[ More results from http://www.horriblemonster.com/ ]
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I had to read this 5 times before I understood its awful import... what it meant in the real world... and I wept... ...Wept for those gone before, myself, and those gone after.

Who dares befoul the community in this fashion?

Fort Wayne Media Watch, RRR Group, operates out of Fort Wayne, Indiana, and is headed up by one Rich Reynolds, a man contentious in his criticism if not then clueless in his aspect. Verily, he is a man decidedly inconsistent with regard to an editorial philosophy... imo. Reynolds is in clear charge of an alleged murder of young crows (RRR Group) who regularly publish little attack pieces aimed at selected media producers with whom "they" disagree. I digress to say this crowd may be one person only...

Albeit, this little clutch of literary piranha ("Christopher Jay" is "Assistant Director") has previously turned its feral little eyes to me on numerous occasions over the last year, but it has always stayed within bounds... even if said bounds were insulting, mis-characterizing, and ever obfuscating.

Such was the status quo. One plays cards dealt.

Hell, I'd considered myself more or less favored in their regard, actually. Why, they'd never wished death on me as they are known to have publicly done to others. Finally, it has been rumored that this platoon (?) of vicious attack dogs does not exist at all, remember, and may be but the alter egos of Rich Reynolds himself, but this is again unsubstantiated.

Later in the morning I received this intimidating E-mail from "RRR Group":

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We are sending the information this day to the FBI field office in Montgomery.

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[Christopher Jay
Assistant Director
Fort Wayne MediaWatchRRRGroup]
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Well -- that's a horse of a whole different color, isn't it, reader? As a card carrying member of a governmental corps I have an appreciation of the FBI that RRR Group does not, likely, have. I know that once the FBI bureaucratic gun is cocked, that gun is not so easily un-cocked.

And in the sights of same? Innocent people have been shot, wounded or ruined, reader. You know this to be true.

...And don't pay ANY attention, reader, to the thin protestations of RRR group that "...a private letter was outed and that was the reason for the publicity." Checking the Address lines of my E-Mail "notification" from RRR Group the reader sees that I was the copied recipient of said mail. An *afterthought* numbered third.

In the "To:" line were the host of a popular Canadian radio program AND not to be outdone... ...the address of one who could be called a philosophical enemy...

How is said mail, remotely, ...private... reader?

Let me cut to the chase and throw this imposed smoking bundle out of my reputational yard... make some ultimately futile attempt to repair the damage done... I am innocent. Should I have to even SAY that?

Numerous persons from both sides of the aisle checked the evidence provided above and identified it as bogus or otherwise false, irresponsible... and "wrong... Wrong... WRONG"

A written explication of complete and accurate findings can be found here:

http://www.ufoupdateslist.com//2005/oct/m31-007.shtml

or here...

http://tinyurl.com/38k4bwk

Briefly, what "RRR Group" discovered as a *smoking gun* and *clear and present danger* to the citizens of my community... ...reportedly requiring the notification of the FBI and the *forever* on-going and unending (?) internet destruction of my reputation... ...were the search results of a web site that was, not my own, not itself a porn-site of any type... ...but one that on more than one occasion in 2002 had been searched for the name... "Alfred Lehmberg"... that's all... ...along with some adjacent searches for, "Invader Zim cartoons", "WWII memorabilia" and... "kiddie-porn".

Reader, you can search Jerry Falwell's site for "child sex" and have it show up in his site-usage log... It matters not... ...Mr. Falwell must be a pedophile or a pederast... ? ...if someone searches his site for same... ? ...that's salacious smoke, eh reader? And where there's smoke there must be at least a taste of fire... ...follow? No, not "true"... at all (we should hope), but what does it matter? IT CAME UP! Remeber the length of the otherwise harried and abused attention span of persons of the mass!

Besides, that person reasons, "People just wouldn't LIE about something like this even if damage WAS done!" Right?

It remains that I have been profoundly damaged professionally with regard to public school teaching? It remains that I have been damaged socially? It remains that I have been damaged in my very home where there is much consternation and anger and outrage? It remains that I am damaged in my community? It remains I am on the indiscriminate radar of law enforcement? It remains that I am damaged in the eyes of a world-wide ufological community? It remains that I am damaged... suspect... tainted... ruined, reader?

...Some might argue (and recently) that homicide was justifiable given the severity of this scurrilously cloaked charge? I would, of course, not. There are supposed to be better, more satisfying and ongoing methods available to civilized persons... pause to guffaw.

I am forced to prosecute my case in the court of public opinion!

This situation cannot be belittled or made light of in any way, reader. Can it? This is tough to go over the top on!

The reflexive critic of my outrage has only to put themselves in my shoes and truth becomes clear. What does Mr. Reynolds propose that could possibly make this up to me.

I am innocent... and should never have been put in a position to have to say so. I am innocent. I am innocent. I am _innocent_.

I am innocent, reader. ...And there but for the grace of God, go you?

Mr. Reynolds?
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A P.S. to the above...

Yeah -- I know... the first impulse is to keep quiet and hope this goes away... but that won't happen where the internet is forever, and a future Grandchild (Perhaps the fifth Alfred Lehmberg?) would read something *dodgy* about Grandpa... I couldn't bear it...

You?

Further, hiding leaves my horn a funnel, friend... and the "bad guys" win... ...forgetting they are emboldened to do it... ...again.

Moreover, it would be a little too much like the raped just letting the rapist have a "by"... eh? If I can have a part in this kind of crippling egregiousness not happening to someone else? It's more than worth it.

That said, I dragged a harsh light over on this immediately because there must be guilt in trying to keep something like this quiet...knowuttamean? Besides, just rolling over for lies and scurrilous innuendo? It's not my way... Damages and apologies are demanded!

Put yourself in my shoes.

Already excluded from a teaching career for "directing children to "inappropriate" [unspecified] web-sites [my own iaw syllabus] I'm further libeled as a kiddiporn enthusiast by a person willfully damaging and continuing to damage me, continuing to intimate my guilt, because I won't step off about it, one, and two, have the additional temerity demand damages, moreover, _and_ a sincere apology.

Consider, I'm smeared like this one more time... and even the most forgiving among us will wonder why this "keeps coming up about Lehmberg." Look at Michael Jackson.

Smoke And Fire...

I'm a little disappointed I'm allowed to swing singularly on this when I would not tolerate this happening to any one reading. Some lines just cannot be crossed.

For my part, and this is no ultimatum, mind you, just a statement of intention: I will not contribute where RR is welcome as a contributor in any way. Posted.

Cutting off my nose to spite my face? Sir and Madam! Is that all my satifaction would cost... a nose?

In another more vital and impassioned time I would gladly have cut Reynolds to pieces in a duel.

Take him to court? The way the law is set up I can't do anything to him at all, and he can publish what he wants about me. I have to prove I am damaged!

When will Rich Reynolds publish what he wants about you reader.

Damages? Seven figures.

Apology? Long, detailed, unconditional, effusive, and public.

...Any civil attorneys in the Fort Wayne, Indiana area think I have a case for damages?

We'll keep you posted... reader, and thanks for your attention in this terrible matter. Remember, it could be you.

When We’re Best

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And what was Hale-Bopp as we write our new scriptures. Assailed we are by the truth in *lost* pictures. We’re alert and alarmed at what we’re ~not~ told! We CAN find the our true heart—we’re incredibly bold!
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It’s true and time honored ... it’s often been said.  It’ll keep and sustain you, like mother’s own bread. ...This feeling we feel when culture seems cursed... that life, while it’s easiest, is when we’re the worst!
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It’s the trial of adversity ... the interesting test that makes us all shine! It’s when we’re the best!
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So hey ... Uncle Sam, or whoever you’ve been... Let it up; let it out; let it by; it’s no sin.
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Those who were "raised," well ... it may be they’ll "fall." They’ll twist and they’ll turn, and they’ll find all the stalls... ...but the truth, as revealed, inside, where we’re free—the truth of Hale-Bopp, friend, it was *there*. You could ~see~!
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It’s a light on our darkness; it points to the fact... that the deck we are played is most sullenly stacked! An elite’s been at work, with passionate intensity! We’re beguiled and mislead ... mere sheep sans propensity...
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So what did we do while Hale/Bopp swung its round? Did we learn, or ascend... or be less than profound? Did we quit or expire... did we undo the web of that which sustains us, and gives a head bread?  Well, yes and in fact some indeed took that tack, and what was obscured by that act no one asks. Who rakes the profit in the profit of ignorance? Who takes advantage of the cognitive dissonance...
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Some may be hung—run out on a rail... stung with a fine... tar stuck to their tails—but for you, and for me, for those who *test* faith? It's for us, not so bad; let us DARE to tempt fate!  Embracing the secular is where we could shine, see, we are the power that "God" hides behind!


alienview@adelphia.net
www.AlienView.net

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It was supposed to have been the biggest cometary event of the millennium!  It was seen further out then any other comet in human history, and even then it was behaving strangely!
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Throwing off a streaming corona of cometary tail well beyond the orbit of Jupiter (long before it would have been predicted to do so), it sparked early tabloid prognostications as the "world killer asteroid" that has crept into, at least, a National cultural consciousness, if not one for the entire world...
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It spawned a new age of ufological awareness, dragged scale encrusted eyes to fathomless skies once again, and even compelled many of the spiritually hapless to sacrifice their very lives to it.
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As it drew closer and closer there was a loud contingent proclaiming the comet as the evil "Wormwood," of ancient revelation prophesy.  Was it sent by fate to end a world age... poison the Earth with plagues, pestilence and pernicious perdition, or seed it with a terrible new kind of life? Humanity was on its toes.
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It was a huge comet! The actual size was the subject of angry debate, but as it coasted by a "watching" Earth (in its odd parabola from beneath an otherwise placid solar system) it spawned from five to eight simultaneous cometary tails!
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I was fortunate to be able to look at the comet with some binocular night vision devises of military specification. The comet looked like a spiny starfish crawling on a green sea bottom of sparkling stellar sand.  Cthulhu was intimated, verily.
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How odd it was that the solar wind would blow off cometary tails of different intensity in such disparate directions. Even the colors of the tails were different in the few tails that could be seen with naked eye. Everything is green in the viewing field of mil spec night vision goggles.
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As already mentioned, Hale-Bopp was a huge event, causing much agitated sturm and tortured drang... and one would have readily predicted—given the closeness of its approach—that it would also be a very heavily photographed event...
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Indeed, the photographs that were taken became the subject of much hysteria, speculation, and distraction... but where were the Hubble, or other big mirror-scope portraits of one of the rarest astronomical events of our time! Yes. They become unsettlingly conspicuous in their ominous absence!
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There are none, none that will even be produced in the face of serious challenge by brave persons such as the late Chuck Shrameck, who photographed an early (and still contested) companion to the otherwise inexplicably ignored comet.
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Oh, there are curious photos at close approach by amateur star hounds like Shrameck of ten inches or less. Moreover, other recent (but lesser) comets were more suitably recorded ... but NO published pictures from the eyes of the big dogs regarding the comet in question—none. None at it's closest anyway. How can this be?
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How can this possibly BE—these pictures MUST exist!
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What was the HIGH STRANGENESS regarding the comet known as Hale-Bopp?

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John Ford Betrayed By New York State!

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"...All things in moderation..." covers even moderation! So—to "flip out," now and then, is best allowed! Better keep your eyes wide open, friend, and hear the righteous "soap box" 'cause the season for it grows and won't be cowed!
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I'll play the tune I hear, as I eschew their programed fear... There're "laws" providing same we don't imagine! That their threat's in many places far beyond ones sense's graces; still, we run afoul those claws in our "distraction"!
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...Another's "run afoul," made some charges—caused a row!  Recall again Ford's crime of yesteryear? Remember he's in gulag now for years without a "trial"? Can't you see him sitting quietly, his face bereft a smile?
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Remember his "confession"!  Its premise... poorly fashioned ... the truth, perhaps if known to you—just slow assassination! ...Yet, have some answers, at the last—you'd be refreshed, refueled and gassed if Johnny Ford's restored or recommissioned!
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Not mentioned since our summer of abnormal discontent, still, Ford remains in gulag, minus bail! This is not incarceration, it is dogged persecution!  It's so much more than prison, or a jail. They have him in a nut house where they treat him like a child.  The "treatments" he endures in there would drive a sane man wild!
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A *threat* to dangerous shadows, he is locked up in their hole; he is incommunicado; he is totally controlled. He is fed his spice-less meals lacking interest or confection, and he's led around in routine's mindless grunge, less expectation... He is made to follow orders from the folks he'd disrespect, but he's drugged to an indifference—indistinct... and he forgets!
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And I'm sure they've had occasion, and I'll bet it's off the books ... there've been 'lectrodes on his temples, and they've zapped him—brain cells cooked? Bet the piss ran down his pants leg, and he fouled his issue shorts! I'll bet he trembled in convulsion, shallow breathing—gasping snorts. His jaws were sore for days, I'll bet, from clenched electrocution. He's wondered "what the hell" ... he's wept ... he's wallowed in confusion...
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...And that was just the high point, folks! It's a pay back, day by day. He challenged *their* authority—you can bet *they* make him pay. He had the gall to stand up straight, and ask the tougher questions. He questioned the hypocrisy, so he suffers their "correction." What Ford had—I've not the courage... and neither, friend, have you. We're stunned by Ford's example... as the facts of it? They're true.
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Go too hard against a "current" even though you have the right?  It won't MATTER it's America if the *man's* put out a mite!
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It won't MATTER, then, your facts are straight; you studied hard ... you stayed up late.
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It matters not your conscience screams for better times and "come-true" dreams.
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It shall not matter ground you hold is higher held, and brave, or bold —Culture can ... will grind you down... angry frowns... hurt profound...
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"Cool Hand Luke" was just some movie, so it's likely John was broken. Beyond repair, he breaths some spit, he coughs—no, and I'm not jokin'. It's unlikely he can be restored!  He is likely so alone. In a raptors's crop of culture he is ground betwixt its stones.
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It has swallowed up his message, and it's neutralized his effort; it has cancelled, at the last, his contribution, mind, and spirit. It has buried very deeply what it truly fears—his synergy. To serve its ends? The same for you! See, it's fearful of your energy!
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And that's a point! First him, then me—and finally down to you! ...And this despite good service, or an honor bright and true? Expect them to be living with the rules they make for you, and be sadly disappointed, friend, betrayed... deceived anew!
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Bottom line? It's double standard. It's a tilted playing field. The rich get rich; the poor get poor; the weakest sans all shield. The best lack all conviction, and are neutralized by fear; the worst (?) intense with passion, and they take you in arrears! Get in their way—you're in the grinder, and you're subject to their sword. Without regard to righteousness ... brought down like our John Ford!

• alienview@roadrunner.com
• http://www.alienview.net/

• John Ford is a career "non-violent"!

• ...Folks, to save a few dollars for platinum fixtures and trophy wives, they push exponentially more mendacious, psychotic, and otherwise sociopathic monsters ...persons prone to extreme criminality... from their overstocked prisons every freaking DAY! Forget the irony that John Ford, by any disinterested report..., was no monster!

• ..."Was no monster," reader! ...Quite the opposite actually!

• He was a little guy with a spotless reputation, lawfully, if ardently, investigating a big guy... a "big guy" who could bear no investigation, of any type, at all!  Math done, you begin to get the drift.

• Yes. John Ford was an educated, honored, principled, and retired court officer—wounded in the line of duty—with a great reputation and a masters degree who supported his mom. His antagonist, the late John Powell, was a criminal entrepreneur at the head of a gargantuan, corrupt, and local government in the state of New York and subsequently CONVICTED for enormous crimes... resulting, by the way, in no real record of hard jail-time this writer can find!

• Excuse me!

• This was all late last century, reader... an innocent John Ford rots in prison, still.

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Restore John Ford!

That River In Egypt...

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I stood outside with many, there were twenty-five or so, on a Sunday evening flying model planes. Some were gas but few were flying, and were muffled when they were, it was rubber models folks would fly, for time.
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Pastoral was the evening—no alcohol or drugs, the gentlest breeze was blowing; it was silent as a slug. The ladies fixed the finger food while the old men flew their dreams; the sky that blue and crystal clear... so sharp it leaped and gleamed.
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I see it (I'm a watcher), but I do not jump or shout—I nudge my nephew Mason. "Hey there, Mace ... what's that about"?

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He looks... his mouth falls open, and he nudges at his Mom, who gets right up, and takes a step, to see it closer, Tom.
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It's flying slow, too slow my guess, to be a jet or plane... It floats along, majestically, confusing watching brains... ...Like a BB held at arm's length, but squash it flat—bright white... It coasted by "cigar like" ...and then drifted out of sight!
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There was general amazement! There was, "...What the hell was that"!?! No one mentioned UFOs... I was silent as a cat. Someone mentioned—"Aircraft"!  Others offered, "Blimp." I down-lowed to my nephew, "That's facetious, scared, and limp."
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The *thing* flew by again, my friend, for the second time of FIVE, and fewer people watched it—it is that I would confide. The third time fewer still looked up to wonder what it was; the forth was even less than that—the fifth, just me... ...because...
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Call them up!  Ask their opinions of the ones who would not look.  I doubt that they'd remember, for their peace of mind it took.  It reminded them that models are contrived to paint the sky with things WE built to fly up there... not what "ET" would devise!

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The craft that flew that fateful day they did not glue together... ...They didn't sand the fuselage or craft it light as feathers. They did not spin the prop they bought with rubber they controlled; they could not point out proudly their invention to extol...

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...This denial that we face is like a pustule near to bursting, and the cause of its neglect we should decry. Those who push away this truth to save a precious "profit motive" we should vilify—regretfully despise.  These would only serve themselves nor have respect for you, content to lighting fossil farts, the time made ripe for coup.
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This pustule skin is very close to breaking on its own, and the skin of it is hot and tight and dry. Any little touch could have it blow up in our faces, but I'd like to clean it out—at least... I think that we should try...

alienview@adelphia.net
www.AlienView.net

June 28, 1996 at around 18:00 PST... on a sanctioned model airplane flying field outside of Anderson, California.  UFOs were witnessed by a veritable throng of credible persons...

I remember a subsequent time of around midnight sitting in a lawn chair on the active runway of that field.  I was looking to the North, impatient for sightings of more UFOs.  The constellation Cassiopeia lay aback, lounging on the horizon arms and legs akimbo for a salacious "W" shape.  Size seemingly increasing close to the horizon, she looked huge!  The field is found at 40 degrees 25 minutes 26.02 seconds North by 122 degrees 10 minutes 07.69 seconds West.  It is remote.  Perfect desert-like night sky.  Google Earth it.  

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It was on this field earlier that a collection of sober professional people—plus a few real scientists—pushed wonder away and fixed their attentions on their own, more familiar, articles.  You can't call it cowardice, quite... more a protective pragmatism.  How does one propose to know an unknowable and then roll their socks the same way?

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Too, they had forgotten that the simple balsa planes they held in their trembling hands would be perceived as a similar magic not all that far into their own, comparatively recent, past.
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...Maybe Tommy Lee Jones was dead on right all the time. In conversation with Will Smith as an aside in MIB I, he said, "They... [meaning you and me] ...don't want to know [about extra terrestrials]."
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Well, even if "K" crapped out to the conventional sensibility of facilitated denial , Zed and Jay didn't mind knowing—WANTED to know, needed to know as a matter of fact!  They walked away blithely from "normality" and "normalcy" to know as much as they could!

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Reader, don't YOU want to know?
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I do, assuredly, and only because my feeling is that it will be an improvement, a stick in the eye of the 1%er, and the elevation, enhancement, and enlightenment of an efficacious humanity.  Such is my intuition.

New York's Suffolk County...SPITEFUL—BLIGHTED!

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Is it now, at last, resolved: the tribulations Powell evolved? Or is that battle over—lost? Is Ford bullied, bowed, and crossed? Wait.. did three men, in TRUTH, contrive... to murder Powell as Powell described? Though... for what purpose; what was gained? Where were "risk's" "rewards" "obtained"?
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Then did Ford plead "mental health," admitting he, in fact, used stealth... ...to "plot a killing" with some "others"—he had met—"the stupid brothers"? Did he get the "isotope" and try to kill (like one fine dope!), with cancer as his murder weapon? Can he be that daft? It happens... ...Though, smarter money bet as such would lose that bet; I'd bet that much.
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Suffolk County says "he's guilty," forgetting Suffolk County's filthy—lost in clearly wicked schemes beyond the scope of John Ford's dreams. It's been such for many years; it reeks corruption, still; that's clear.
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Ford is ONE against the many. Puppets, then, condemned him plenty. To this day he's ridiculed... as a futile—facile—fool! Short and portly, described as Fudd-like, he's disgraced because he looked like... every fat kid *earning* torment in a world which LOVES conformists.
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Though he got strident, and litigious—in your face ... perhaps obstreperous. He could make an enemy, and that's a fact too plain to see. What he's not, by all accounts, was a danger to himself (you louts!), or any other living thing what slinks or crawls—some human beings!
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I can't believe these smirking cretins, noses running, dripping—leaking... sneering up their soggy sleeves their *judgements* (so much gas!) they squeeze. Quick to simply go along with ROT that Suffolk County's thrown, they'd *wish* away "anomaly," so bogus their *reality*.
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Suffolk County's FAR from righteous! I argue that it's SPITEFUL—BLIGHTED! Too quick to take the "shady" road and filled with thugs who lurk like toads.
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His critics, somewhat less than balanced, offer unjust SCORN on balance. They would caper at the fire as they burned him—sick desire!
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Taking glee in Ford's misfortune, laughing how he's lost a fortune, they're delighted as they crow their heartless songs... ...which suck and blow.
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What can cause such fulsome hatred? What's he threatened that's so sacred? What worshiped steer will quake in fear as our John Ford comes snooping near?
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John Powell's involved in kick-back schemes which filled his pocket, so it seems! Perhaps he couldn't bear inspection; perhaps "too much" foretold detection; perhaps, in FACT, a UFO came down inside that park. Who knows?
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Who's to say in times like these (that knocks us to our bleeding knees!) we're forced to pray in mossy cloisters, sans all sense and smarts—or choices!!!
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Why... I would live in belts we'd made of asteroids; I'd work and play. I would have my livelihood... depend on ink my pen makes good.
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But, I would live a real deal beyond what some define as *real*, finding all my satisfaction... minus harmful, harsh distraction... knowing all the secrets there, and sweeping all those corners bare!
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I would have the prisons "emptier"—then refilled with cops and preachers! All those cops performing graft, plus those who know it—ALL the rest! All the preachers *shaving* souls, and lining pockets (this you know!), plus the ones who witnessed this (but dummied up), yes! ...ON this list!
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Pardon small hyperbole, poetic license sets me free! Not confined to raw tradition, I can trace with some precision that which jerks your chain the best. I slap some paint—it STICKS? You bet!
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I don't "know" that Ford was wronged, but I suspect it clear and strong. Check the spoor of government; it engineers our detriment!
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I don't know if he is crazy—some who ARE have "INTEREST", plainly. That they're more mental than John Ford should strike, in us, unsettling chords!
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I don't CARE that he was forward, or talked like Daffy Duck—was awkward. John Ford had a lion's heart to give John Powell his fits and starts!
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I don't CARE he stepped on toes, or threatened Powell—was up his nose! This is what we all can do if—with Ford's courage—we're imbued!
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I don't CARE that I'M derided for positions I've decided have more logic THAN those held... by piss-wits who can go to hell!
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Those who wish poor John Ford ill are filled with malice, ire and swill. They can chew the bitter root; their ample asses wear my boot. ...In fact; shove it where the sun won't shine! See? Ford's confined by Suffolk's swine!


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RESTORE! JOHN! FORD!

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Restore John Ford!

John Ford: A Portrait Of Courage!

RESTORE JOHN FORD!

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Ford had sack to sing his song! His tragedy outweighs... 

the shame of our indifference to what Ford's too dearly paid! 

Our silence costs him dearly—and that tally quickly mounts—

when we failed to be counted, and his terror, snarling, pounced!

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He even SPEAKS and is ignored! 

He's crying out ... is stabbed and gored... 

for the silence of his fellows—I'm aghast! 

This is the same, assumes ALL blame, 

as Jews and Muslims bear their shame... 

a victim burned to homicidal ash!

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A genocide—not race or creed—

on "seekers for some truth"... indeed! 

John Ford's a fine example of that seeker! 

 His psychopathic "treatment," while languishing alone? 

When all he did was proffer truth 

that *power* "can't" condone?

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Ford lost it all (they stole it all!) 

they played him for his final fall, 

and surely lied and cheated to that end! 

Justice, soured rancid, 

Ford's low on grace and chances, 

and the vultures circle low and close on in!

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...His house is gone, he stands alone; 

he still awaits that first "cast stone," 

the grinning Suffolk shysters bunch fat muscles. 

"Jurisprudence" and "fair play" 

will go to hell and lose their say, 

it seems likely Ford must lose this unjust struggle...

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And US! We'd let him take that razor slide, 

a ride there's no return from! 

We'd let him fall away, dissolving... fade from view.  

Just remember you said nothing 

when the storm was closer building, 

as they set you in their sights... then come for you!

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And rest assured they're coming, friend, 

your history books are filled! 

You're aiding persecution, yes; 

it's you who'll be so stilled!

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Tears will fall from sorry eyes, 

and stars blink out in darkened skies 

as justice is perverted in this way. 

You could have made the difference, kid! 

You could have mattered—made your bid—

but chose to give Ford up, and glance away.

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...And WHY... when it's so obvious 

that a case of trumped up garbage 

contrives to bring the LAWFUL to its heel! 

Why, when it's so ludicrous! 

Impossible!! Ridiculous!!! 

You know that Suffolk County's 

ilk aspires to cheat and steal!

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You know their charge is bogus; 

you can sense that it won't float! 

Their case won't bear a paperclip! 

FORD WAS SET-UP! It's a joke!

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A joke, except that Ford awaits the pleasure of the beast! 

And where is his protector? 

Where's his fan club, at the least! 

John Ford was only lawful... 

when he fouled the man's post-toasties... 

it's just not right he ends up spitted... slowly turning—roasting!

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...You gonna let them do it? 

I'll shame you if I can! 

I'll write you with a brick bat—

I'll rhyme your lips off, man!

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I'll fester in your kill file. 

I'll rot your disk with shame. 

I'll teach you your complicity! 

I'll wrap you in your blame! 

I'll show you sullen disrespect! 

I'll chasten you with spite! 

I'll use that verbal brick-bat! 

I'll show you why we fight!

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Johnny Ford has my regard! 

He stood up tall—asked questions, HARD! 

They had Ford so "up their rectums" 

they felt knee bones on their septums; 

they were pissed-off homicidal—

took a SWAT team to arrest him!

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...You might consider what I've said! 

Remember that you're next, we've read!

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See amassed the craven energies 

of the monstrous "Suffolk BEAST." 

Let us all show some small concern—

GIVE FORD "A THOUGHT" AT LEAST!!!

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John Ford: A Portrait Of Courage!

• You'd want it done for you...

• Sincerely, I am shocked, appalled, and disgusted at the silence and indifference of the ufological community regarding the plight of John Ford. ...Scared too. Were I to fall afoul of secret systems or toxic campaigns and made to endure that same cruel "due process," Ford endures, I presume I could expect a similar "bupkis."

• OK, you don't agree.

• You thought Ford was a crackpot or you nurse some pathetic high-school thing regarding his appearance, demeanor, or politics. Stop, eh? These distract from the issue!

• Google *crookhaven brookhaven powell*, my contentious friends, and read what John Powell, Ford's accuser, was up to "back in the day"... where Ford, on the other hand, was a bona fide saint, reader, without the slightest qualification against same! Verily, even if driven to a likely drug induced and situational process schizophrenia by now, over a decade later, Ford has been egregiously wronged... and an issue is thereby raised.

• The issue? That in a LAWFUL pursuit of goals we all pay lip service to, John Ford, an "everyman," has fallen afoul of an obfuscating and prevaricating machine perhaps near the root of a teasing, ubiquitous, historical, and even obvious conspiracy, perhaps a highly strange one! Suffolk county, reader, is as historically awash with the highly strange as it is with rank corruption!

• Additionally, John Ford, a social pillar actually, is unfairly wiped out, torpedoed below the water line, sucker-punched, stripped of any armor, and at the mercy of that which has worked passionately, reader, to amass a steaming pile of patently ridiculous and specious *proofs*—rooted in Ford's "belief" in the existence of UFOs—to the affect that John Ford was EVER capable of serial murder! Stuff and nonsense!

• You're next, good friend; why wait 'till it's too late to speak up, when all it would now take is a word... ...where your blood will perhaps be required later on? Verily. That's the lesson of history! ...Trees of liberty nourished with the blood of psychopaths and what-not...

• Moreover? Suffolk County New York owes John Ford one hell of a lot of money. If Ford dies... I'm betting they killed him. Could it be argued they've not done worse? I suspect that it cannot, at least not in a truthful way.

• Restore John Ford!

Number And Measurement

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Koch* burns as he churns with eternal significance—easily stated but beyond comprehension … that a line without end on a path to infinity... is bounded finitely; this defies comprehension!
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Ideas are shelved by our "egg-heads" for decades! They're shoved to the shadows to hide their weird light. Ideas digressive, confusing, confounding—but pointing to systems of balance and right.
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Koch pulls at the mind and won't be denied as it's unity being portrayed and described! The model is clear; it's the circle that's dear—the infinite path! What was far... is now here!
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See, Julia gave circles a wave and a lilt. Mandelbrot cataloged the whole of their ilk. The facts and the figures produce a concision; away with your fear and its spawned apprehension.
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The birth of the one is the other's kin portrait, we see them in all of the natural world! The whole of existence is fractal in nature; with time and bright space ... it's mixed up and swirled!
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See? Scale's imbued with a strange similarity. Don't call it "coincidence," another hilarity!  Atoms ape stars, or a star apes its galaxy, a sameness is harbored... it is that: our reality!
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Chaos is order that's misunderstood ... the lapping of waves; the growing of wood. It's the ice fashioned crystal; it's a stream to the coast; it's the root of the cosmos—an accurate boast.
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It's the veins in a leaf, or your hand's vascularity. It is that which portends all that is—the new "heresy"! It's the shifting of markets, the spread of a tree; it's the truth we all sense while a'crawl on our knees. It's what's "living and breathing" or "dead and inert." It's the whole of reality for what it's all worth.
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It is galaxies colliding—reflections of light. It is force forming planets, plate tectonics—Vulcan might? It is all that ever was, and it hides beneath the surface of a scary crunch of numbers we can "buy into" for purchase.**
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It will put us on the moon and help us "dig up" ready water. It will throw us to the stars, and it will show us where to wander. It's the lapping and the crashing of a trillion, trillion seas. It defines our motivation as we leap from bleeding knees!
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The volume is finite, good friend, and will not be exceeded! The perimeter is endless, ad infinitum I've entreated. Down is up, and black is white... and all motives are in question; see, chaos is predictable... Feel the elation!


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It's all about the Tao...
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Koch's curve—a mathematical construction describing a closed shape with a finite volume, but (and get this) an infinite perimeter! There's some real *magic* in there fellow motes ... Real as we want to be! Real as we can stand! Realer!
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Could this be the a message of the non-prosaic circle maker?
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Consider that science as it is presently understood was revealed to its progenitor Rene Descartes by an alien. In a fevered dream after a day of killing, drinking, and whoring around Europe.  The alien so advised:
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"Nature can be conquered by number and measurement..." 
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I suspect the alien advised that Nature can be "understood" by number and measurement, and a corrupt son of Western Civilization took understanding for an "advantage" to be prosecuted as in a "war."

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Bad Karma I'm betting.



*A Swede and no close relation, hopefully, to Anti-American, wholly fascist, and gloating political psychopaths, Messers Koch, threatening us presently from their pecuniary ivory tower...

**...Though not for dominion.  "Dominion" seems an insult to creation even where that so called dominion is still a reach beyond the smallest grasp.

Restore John Ford!

John Ford: Warm Blood, Cold

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I knew one man who sired the man who's closest to me, Holmes. The former? Psychopathic, people hating—cold.  He's now dead, in no way missed, his memory a blur, and such must be predicted for the social saboteur... 
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See, he'd stolen from his credit cards; he cheated Walton's store. He owed on bills he never paid, so stealing from the hapless poor. His motto was to make you pay, before you do to him? What he, in fact, saw others do... on their self-serving whims!
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Too, he called himself a patriot—that refuge of the scoundrel; he brought his sons up... on abuse; he gave all three bad counsel. One's a trained assassin; one murdered three... then self; the last is quite the opposite. He's a man who'd found himself.
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Self-actualized and learned, he points to where it hurts? ...And so shows us where we hemorrhage when we dare to sneer and smirk. He's inclined to promulgate a fair-play dream ideal that would move us into space right now... in a million living wheels. That lifestyle's an improvement and we'd minimize our pain, if we got the hell off Mother Earth and lived in space I'm saying!
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He's pointed out our "laws" are writ by psychopathic trolls; far simpler then to work "ill will..." while the "opposite's" extolled! The 'man' degrades life's quality, see; the 'man' intrudes bad will; the 'man' then treats your so-called "rights" like inked and papered swill!
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By way of some example and a monstrous taste of shame, I provide you illustration on the breadth and scope of same...
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John Ford was getting mouthy with reports of "water heating" so they stuffed him, deep, inside a *hole* for status quo's safe keeping! ...Too, it may be he's crazy—but hounded to it, friend! He called attention to Powell's crimes … it's that which did him in!
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Remember this when *government* saunters up and takes your *stuff*. Remember this when rights are trampled, like they are right now, enough!  Remember... as these *shadows* set the scene to paint you crazy. So, a few can work ill will on YOU? ...Beware, they will be cagey!
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Too, compared to our antagonist, the *father* at the start? John Ford's a knighted saint—way high!—and his ethics top the chart!  ...But we'll suffer these old psychopaths... much worse than our John Ford... who dared the "evil dragon" and still suffers, by report!
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You're not safe; you are at risk, if asking touchy questions. Though you deserve to be informed, is my concerned suggestion. You should have "informed consent" regarding your existence! You don't get it, presently, I say with all insistence!
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To whom it goes, the blame for this: our insulted incredulity? This social impropriety or crass anfractuosity? Blame reptilian institutions for our ills as they're the liars! ...But for these, these corporate reptiles... why, we'd be in space, or higher!
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Institutions are their instruments and contrived to obfuscate... the right to speedy trials, say; they make their own "facts," mate! Labeled *crazy* one's *unfit*, one finds, to list the facts which free them. This is why Ford gets no trial; so, YOU won't get to see them!
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Save yourself, become informed. Oppose these loathsome reptiles. You owe it to yourself my friends. The truth has better profile.  Too, why suffer corporate reptiles and the "cold-blood" plans they've got? Corporate "mammals" have the longer view and warm blood; there's a thought!

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Corporations are legal individuals much like any single human, but they are individuals avoiding equal responsibility, equal accountability, equal dependability, equal blame-ability or equal liability; reptiles, they are devoid of conscientiousness or compassion because human reptiles composing them are devoid of conscientiousness or compassion. Why tolerate corporate "reptiles" where corporate "mammals" might be sought.

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Regarding John Ford: a hot flash for the cherished interested? Being crazy is not against the law. No, not until you become a danger to yourself or others. Even then you are in a whole other category emphasizing treatment over punishment. ...An eye to eventual release when prudent and not an eye to ongoing confinement, at all costs?

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Additionally? A *belief* in UFOs should not be justified as contributing evidence of pathology. *Believing* in UFOs is not evidence of sickness and shall not mean you're harboring a pathology.
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Ford remains imprisoned...

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Court TV! Let's add THEM to our short list of those to get our attention! It's a natural! It's topical and sure to increase their ratings! Sheesh—talk about serpents for bedfellows. Let's throw in a car salesman and a loan officer, and embrace the honest hooker!
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Yeah ..Yeah! What if John Ford really is unbalanced or a few chops short of the old mixed grill? The short story is benignly "crazy" is not a crime and therefore a non-issue.

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On the other hand, what if he is being persecuted for honest, sincere, and justified PASSIONS that all of us would feel if any of us had gotten too near the top of Ford's strident and obstreperous—if lawful!—uphill investigation into Long Island UFOs! See?! The former doesn't matter and the latter tells the tale!

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It remains Ford was investigating a bona fide and overweening conspiracy: corrupt institutional entities by citation, history, tradition, and conviction—criminal entities unable to bear any investigation! That's the public record folks and fellow motes!
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Consider. The corrupt Suffolk County machine was so unrelentingly dirty that even a "third-rate" investigation into that machine's involvement with UFOs might expose its vast criminality. Verily, it could be argued that John Powell's criminal enterprise began to break down concurrent with John Ford's interest in same! This is Ford's *crime*, reader, exposure of the criminal, and he rots in stir for it, still!

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Verily, the conditions, occurrences, and events surrounding the confinement of John Ford begs a SECOND or even THIRD (...fourth!) look at his plight! A look he will not get if we accept the word of the "Ford hounded", and likely, unethical political machine confining him so wrongfully! John Ford was a proverbial community pillar and highly educated court officer... ...bereft of any record but a sterling one! Additionally he was a man who was ruthlessly implicated in heinous crime by a known and subsequently convicted crime boss that Ford was busily investigating! Also public record! Do the math, reader!

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Him now, … you later. ....And given suggestive trends? ...Probably sooner than you'd think.

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Free John Ford, hell! …RESTORE John Ford, and save yourself!!
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John Ford: Injustice Whipped To Toxic Cream

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What kinds of joy filled season does our old friend John Ford have? Can he sit around with friends and smoke and joke?  May he unwrap any presents that they've deigned to let him have; does he ever hear from family or folk? Might he eat a ham or turkey? Can he savor pumpkin pie? Or, must he sit, a flaccid heap, his heartfelt wish that he might die?

I suspect he feels forgotten through the haze of drugs he's forced. Too, you know they keep him doped "for his own good." You know he's feeling pressure from the darkest pits of hell, but the reasons are not clear, nor are they even understood!

Suffolk County (!) says he's dirty—that he tried to kill some folks, but the story smells of guppies and sardines!  It's all contrived to "misdirect" attention from what's real.  It's the man's imposing best, and it's obscene.  Yeah, it's Suffolk county says he's dirty, when it's them portrays that meme—when it's them, the glad purveyors of  injustice  whipped to toxic cream!

Call on ABC or CBS or NBC, good reader. Drop a line to C-SPAN—CNN! Ask them what the deal is, and can't attention please be given to this man, all but forgotten, I'd defend! Why is Ford forsaken, and where's his spot on "Sixty Minutes," and why did he have trouble... making bail? …Plenty "worse" than him released from prison every day;  it's for him the pink-walled nut-ward or a jail!

They'd say, "He earns his nut ward!  He would dare to question why! Why, he'd be ripping off our blinders! We'd be free to sense the sky!  He's wants to put a light upon what's 'better' kept in darkness, so we'll stuff him in a hole we've 'made'—to keep him safe and harmless!"

What was he so "involved" in, and what had he found out?  Where is all the "evidence" that 'the man' had trotted out?  Where'd John get all the "hot stuff" (which was found outside his pickup), so what of jurisprudence, then! This is ethics of a spit-cup!

Why is John ignored and left to rot in ...wrongful... dungeons? Why can't he get a hearing; why's he getting culture's truncheon? What is in his heart... when he can sense he's so alone, for a crime gone uncommitted, then, but for which he must atone!

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...Ironic that at another "seasonal juncture," a different man—allegedly—suffered a crucifixion for, likely, what he thought, said, and did within the law.  Ford's ironic comparison to the Christ figure?  Let it stand!

I've always said it—but... ...where threat is actual? There is no "paranoia."

Your fear is justified, you see. We are all set precariously close to an edge of something that we could be preparing for if only information sought could be made available to individuals interested in same!

Our facilitated reluctance to do so, that is, seek information as it pertains to the aforementioned "preparation," encourages the malfeasant engineers of our preparation's dearth.  We take a step ford to take two steps forward... by design!

As John Ford goes, one begins to see, so can any one of us... go, for remaining well within the law, I'm betting, but in an ardent individual pursuit of that "unboxed" information, same as John!  This is the fruit, friends and neighbors, produced for ones very justified concern regarding their informed consent regarding those matters beyond the common pale.  More light reveals greater darkness.

...And it's a shame, too. The UFO, this thing made so fearful, has a beneficial potential ignored, undersold, or vilified by the hijacked mainstream, I offer.  This is especially true recently, given S. Hawkings underinformed and inexplicable warning regarding contact with ET aliens, eh?  It remains, this preponderance of pretending disregard for the UFO is not done in service to, for, or for the benefit of we, the short-sheeted rank and file.

The individual, battered by an unhealthful and ever inflated population as you know, drifts ever lower on the list of society's concerns. Culture is not your friend, good neighbor.

...And UFOs, perhaps like a hard driving rain for the parched ponds of our personal growth... (yes!) are our efficacious individual rising and advancing to meet same? That's my intuition.  It still provides for a quantum leap and kicks us into hyperspace—releases us from the playpen perchance to wander the cosmic "house" and even go "outside" where wonders and terrors reside.  Growth looms, still!

True, it may be that the ufological rain has a bit of golf-ball sized hail in it... But it is all water, n'est ce pas? Besides, I feel I know where the hail is going to fall.  The reader will, too, I suspect, upon opening eyes, heart, and mind (not in that order necessarily)… the hail you say?

Roll it and smoke it, skirts and boyos!  Consider that John Ford was very busily investigating a top-placed official and "Tweedian Party boss" in Suffolk County, NY—John Powell!  Here was a man who could not remotely bear an investigation of any type! 

Concurrently, John Ford was investigating Powell's cloying association regarding a string of close encounters with UFOs in 1989, one of the biggest flaps in Suffolk County's long UFO history, witnessed for weeks by perhaps thousands of people.  Something crashed in the area!  Remains?

Ford was investigating the offices and affairs of a large caliber criminal, John Powell.  Criminals abhor investigations.  They take "steps" to preclude same.

We don't find the truth, reader; we face the truth already there!

Restore John Ford!

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