Justification

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

Friday, November 16, 2007

Know A Tree...

This smug profligate... this cretin monster...  this psychopathic moron... this architect of cruel despair, facilitator of crimes and criminality, and our Republic's executioner... this serial murderer of hundreds of thousands for a percentage... this self-certifying and certified-in-fact war criminal... 
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...by its fruit. Additionally, before we get our balanced panties in a sweaty knot, remember that the GOP is the lot taking their best shot and millions of taxpayer dollars to pin something—real high crimes and misdemeanors...murder and mayhem—on Bill & Hill. 
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The GOP had to settle for a consensual (howsoever tawdry) oral sex prosecuted... not in the Oval Office. 
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 So, let's compare fruit left by Democrats with that left by Republicans. Does it, in all honesty, compare with the fulsome nastiness of the GOP?
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 I offer, just remembering "Family Values" Republican Senators cruising airport restrooms for unprotected sex (Larry!) and Republican House Speakers serially cheating on dying wives (Newt!): NO!

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How can we support this as an equality of political incompetence and infidelity; we find that we can't.  Dems are flawed... ...but the GOP, inordinately pathological and blithely psychotic, embraces a celebration of unblinking ignorance and gravid insanity so wide and deep that the DEMs resemble only the revered Statesmen of the wishful imagination.  There is no comparison.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

...Abundant Explanation...




Answer: The above picture is of an area in space, an area in space about the size of a grain of sand, held at arm's length, and then that image is blown up to coffee-table size. Similar views are beheld virtually anywhere one trains her telescope... or grain of sand, eh?

...Space / Time & Surface Area... enough to countenance anything reader... anything. Anything except perhaps solitude, that is.


My interest is therefore explained... abundantly.




Wednesday, April 04, 2007

SDI 433 Podcast #4 - 20 Questions!




20 Questions Intrepidly Addressed:



1. What is the relationship between the Farnsworth letter ... shooting down UFOs may be unwise at any juncture ... and raw film footage of UFOs extant?


2. What might 200 vanished, crashed, disintegrated, but otherwise destroyed military Aircraft mean?

3. Can a really big secret even BE kept?


4. What justifies a ufological 'hope' for 2007?


5. What is the "critical mass of witnesses"?


6. What is the 'smoking-gun' relationship between recent French disclosures, the Condon report, and Bluebook Special report #14?


7. What was the problem with Frank Feschino's first book, abundantly corrected in his second?


8. Are Earthlings stupid?


9. Did Philip Klass ever see a UFO but deny same?


10. What has Don Ledger mad as hell if not inordinately outraged?


11. What is unacceptable with regard to flares over Phoenix 10 years ago.


12. What are the 'real' "Phoenix Lights"?


13. Is NASA a bloody fraud?


14. How is Gildas Bourdais at once a bucket of ufological icewater... and an inspiration?


15. What comprises the 1952 UFO Flap?


16. What may signify a burgeoning new interest in UFOs lately?


17. How is "one truth in four" no truth at all when talking about UFOs?


18. ...Interplanetary War?


19. The "Outcome" of same was "graciously indecisive" ... or did we get our asses kicked?


20. How are bona fide UFO sightings like cancer cures?


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Saturday, February 10, 2007

...Klasskurtxian Kal...




We need to be rich; 
we need the reward. 
That drives toward wonder—
not to suffer false *lords*!

We need the cold challenge 
not overprotective! 
A goal that is real 
achieves the objectives.

Some think it's science, 
but *science* has bastards. 
These "bastards" are jealous, 
insuring disaster!

Just who are these *bastards* 
who keeps us in caves? 
Who are these *jealous* 
who keeps us enslaved? 
Who are these shadows, 
and demons, et. al.?

I think I know one! 

Klasskurtxian Kal 
is aflame with inflection. 
He fans at our hatreds 
imposes "projection."

He works as a shill 
for a shadowed unknown? 
He's all proclamation 
as Friedman intoned? 
His research is all spin, 
and he makes grand assumptions: 
that *records* are truthful—
that *bunk* is presumptive! 
That Jesse's a liar, 
and Todd's a "truth fountain"—
that nothing has happened! 
That he's BEEN to the mountain!

That he has all the answers 
elusive, contained! 
That Stanton is crooked!?! 
That David's insane! 
That Kevin's deluded! 
That Jean's unimpressive. 
That Brian (and I), 
in turn *lost* or *obsessive*.

Now, what is Kal's purpose? 
What's his agenda? 
I'll bet it's abstruse. 
I'd bet it offends ya'!

I'll bet that its effort, 
at best, won't deride 
what is worst and corrupt 
and what hurts us besides! 
I'll bet it's a challenge 
he thinks he can win. 
Ufology's weakest, 
where proof is made thin. 
I'll bet that it's mocking 
and smeared with a sneer, 
the mere smirk that he musters... 
more smoke up your rear!

I'll bet it's distracting. 
I'll bet it supports... 
"conservative" interests 
reward his *reports*? 
I'll bet it's fallacious, 
and filled with distortion. 
I'll bet that his logic 
is twisted contortion. 
I'll bet disingenuous, 
a prevaricated story 
which screws up that data... 
to support errant glory.

I say this despite 
that he writes me *kind* notes. 
He'd deign to be rational—
like it's me who's the joke!

But I'm the one laughing—
it's him would go private... 
he is but risible,
 and I'm not a pirate!

His view is right canted, 
only cloaked with the opposite! 
His take is *convenient* 
and sullenly obstinate. 
He's grossly one-sided, 
and won't take the dare 
that Rudiak laid 
at his cave mouth one year! 
Kal fronts for digression, 
his aim is off task, 
so giving him credit 
is sweat on our ass!

Don't bother with Roswell—
'cause that's not the issue! 
Assume that it's specious 
...just all that he's said. 
Assume then that Marcel 
IS a thief and a liar, 
his son a bad apple 
...and probably Red?

Friedman's a fool? 
And Randle's moronic? 
Jean's self-absorbed? 
Dave, needs colonics? 
That NOTHING is dancing 
in all kinds of skies? 
That nothing's engaged 
in the hiding and lies? 
There's nothing in evidence—
no smoking gun! 
This warrants a "look" 
(where we don't look!)?
I'm stunned!

Then, what have I seen? 
What's the stuff in my sky? 
Pictures from Shuttles 
are not telling lies!

There's more than mere Roswell, 
and Roswell's still true! 
Exception runs rampant, 
Kal misconstrues! 
SOMETHING occurred 
in the desert that day 
...something peculiar—
and we are BETRAYED!

Why aren't we looking? 
Why don't we care? 
And, have a close look... 
to find Kal standing there!

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He, and those like him, breaking into a practiced, too casual, and gaslighting laughter at the mention of ubiquitous conspiracy...

Korff, a slavish and opportunistic faux-patriotic expatriate (...only an idiot tries to pull that one off...) is one of the living reasons for ufological retreat, intellectual failure, and our spiritual despair. This is forgetting that Korff is to the klasskurtxians what jailed felon SEAN DAVID MORTON is to the, still preferable, too credulous.

See, it's not about Roswell, it's what Roswell represents ... a potential for, comparably now, a *free* energy and living off the meter of the man, indeed a possible whole alternative to the man!

It's about individuals achieving and maintaining more autonomy in a more *utopian* world, or at minimum an aspiration to an achievable same. This world is dreamed of now only in the purest fantasy... where it might yet be a reality... A wonderfully satisfying new world where individuality actually counts for something honorable and is not restricting, exclusive, disrespectful, or harmful to the environment. There is more to life and living than any mendacious and authoritarian wacko neo-con, like Korff, can offer, flatly.

The bunch who opposes the potential for the preceding suggested utopia and personal autonomy—the ones who would pay that upkeep on the aforementioned unjust and world-destroying "power-meter"? That's the bunch Korff fronts for... I suspect... presuming his mental masturbatory needs are met, of course!

No... something really momentous is shaping up in the air around us, and I don't mean millennial fabrication! Everyone knows it, metaphorically, to one degree or another—but Korff! Korff unintelligently professes a purported IQ of an astonishing 200! One would think he'd figured it out!

But no, Korff only too gleefully re-glues churlish scales back to our eyes. Yea and verily reader, Korff would entreat the reader, for all his truculently bumptious and tedious protestations, that he is in reality "a humble revealer of truth" leading the ever-grateful rest of us further from the danker recesses of our cultural cave. Korff would claim to protest the dying of the true investigator's brave light! 

In turn? I bray with the most derisive laughter.

Korff would argue that I was the zealot clouded by passion and compromised by unsupported belief... but only a zealot could discount the OBVIOUS anomalous for the mediocre muck-raking romp at Roswell Korff purports... a truly bizarre occurrence jerked back and forth across the line of credulity so often that it has been rendered into the status of an urban legend!

Only, discounting Roswell as mere urban legend provides a disservice, as all inaccuracies and distortions must! All the less famous, but still genuinely anomalous, can be receded further into Korff's scurrilously induced shadows!

...Just a current position, adjustable with the arrival of new evidence or information (any other way engages sheer stupidity, I'm thinking), but that's the way it appears to me. And you know, over a period of some years, too.

KKK... imo a First-wash Four-square Cyber-skunk... first, last, and always...

Restore John Ford!

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

On The Death Of Peter Jennings


I'm not going to talk about the late Mr. Jennings. Late in the winter of my own life, and subject to the same slings and arrows or thousand natural shocks, I'm going to talk about myself.

See, it may come to pass that advances in organ generation/transplantation or stem cell research don't trickle down to the rank and file "hoi polloi." Like Mr. Jennings, I may have to slough this mortal coil someday, in my own right.

When this happens I hope it can be said of me at that forgettable little ceremony marking my passing that I aimed high and stood by my tested convictions honorably and intelligently. I hope those in mourning (or celebration!) concede at the end that I did not sell out, purposely misinform myself or them, skip to the "Shadowman's" conflicted and sociopathic tune, or sing some discordant corporate song to maintain whatever small celebrity I might have had at the end.

I hope it can be said of me at this conjectured wake that if I felt something was wrong with my society, my government, or my institutions, I spoke out even when it cost me. Moreover, I hope folks who do remember me... remember that I spoke for one perhaps who had no voice, that I didn't prosecute my ignorance for a short term gain... that I tried to take a long view with regard to our place in the multiverse, and that I was optimistic regarding our potential for advancement in same.

I hope when recollected, if at all, that I am considered to have been a brave man who could admit that he was wrong when he discovered he was. That I never got too old to be a student or too complacent to learn something new. That I was always open to new information. That I wasn't mired in "conventional" wisdom. That I aspired to the authoritative and eschewed the authoritarian. That I lived my life searching for truth, justice and a higher road for humanity. That I walked the walk as much as I aspired to talk the talk.

I hope I'm remembered at the end for sticking to principles that had principles, that I had convictions worthy of conviction, and that I gave of myself at least as well as I got for myself. That I didn't compromise my convictions for a place in a compromised history as contrived as it is convenient ... as fictional as it is fallacious.

Honestly, I don't know that Peter Jennings can be accused of any of the preceding, reader. He may have been as good as the best of his conflicted corporate breed, I suppose... I don't know. But I do know one thing. As his last act, he was unjustly instrumental in attempting to smother a sputtering ufological flame, a flame otherwise lighting the path to, is my intuition, a more open-ended future for all of us.

See, at the last, he didn't report the news, reader. At the last he denigrated it. He spun it. He misled in its regard. This from a man who would never have even been a news anchor, at all, if he'd looked like Yassar Arafat.

I know not how others would feel about this, given the long and effusive eulogies proffered in his memory thus far, far and wide and for days... But I know how _I_ feel. I feel that every funeral is an improvement, at last, and for all if some more than others. 

Additionally, the good that people do is interred with their bones... the evil they have done lives on and on. That's what the sages say.

What remains of Mr. Jenning's memory was smudged somewhat, then, at least, by his very last act. A pity.

For myself, I would hope for better. That's the news, folks. Goodnight and have a pleasant tomorrow.

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