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Frank Feschino lives my friend! Remember him as you pretend you took no sides when he'd disclosed... his tale to us on Errol's show.
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Invited, he just tells the story. There is no reward or glory, just a smear by those effused with ignorance* that Frank refutes.  It's at this point I have to add: "reward" and "glory" should be had.  Feschino's earned it truth be known, he's hewn a path it has been shown...
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Not that he'd expected praise; he is dismayed at the "disgrace." See, all he did was sift too well the "well-raked dust" of Bluebook's "tell." Too, what was told as data's sieved, and facts appear we can't forgive? Why, a betrayal of the trust which others missed!  It's not discussed!  ...Or, what occurs when trust's abused, and all Frank's work was then misused... to cheaply make the printer's buck, a steaming pile of "published suck"...
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Hauling data, Frank's returned. Sixteen years his search had churned! Too, he's been busy "prosecuting" all the claims expressed refuting!  Truth be told, it's all worked out... and documented, hope to shout.  Project Bluebook as I said, a trove of treasure as it's read. Then, in print: named journalists describing facts as they exist! Last, "first-persons" make account what they all saw to fly about... together all this paints a picture.  If we but copped, we'd be the richer.
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Still, dismiss him—and the stars—plus all of one's professed regard to hoeing righteous rows in science! The lack of which tempts pseudoscience.  See, he pinpoints, plots, and notes the time-hacks... ...points where UFOs had made their impact.  He defines an audit trail!  It's the saucer's holy grail!
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Lo, some were damaged, spitting smoke.  This was reported, not a joke: connected points, established flight-paths... of UFOs.  Now, there's your cold draught!
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Seems Frank might be, what I sure feel... is the righteous, real deal.  The harbinger of fact portrayed: a truth resembling hand grenades!
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Too, there's interest from lettered principals most agree are more than sensible. Massive data must sustain more truth per drop than's been maintained by specious words or ill campaigns employed to cant considered brains!
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Frank's been at this, years, my friend! See, you've the "cant," I would contend. You condemned him without reading, without so much as even reaching! Then locked ranks to shut him out without a thought t'what he's about!
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Too, all because his book was raped (!) dispatched to an ignoble jape; perverted by an errant press and hacked beyond belief: oppressed!  Ask Don Ledger who contends: that "errant press," too, hacked on him!
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...Some reactive meme dispatched, to aid "pro-active effort's" crash? Folks who can't see other venues, the "blinkered fools" with jealous "menus," these must have it all their way... or make the rest, then, rue their day!  ...Though, truth is truth and shall not go the way that one might want, you know?
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Frank has, frankly, done the work where others, frankly, weren't alert! This must help to open doors obstructed by "convention's" force, a force maintaining world views of niggards wishing mundane news!
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Shoot Them Down is called a hoax and mocked, insulted... made a joke, but now it has deserving edit, a second look provokes its credit! Too! Feschino's story's caught the eye of persons more amazed than I!
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Though, Frank's accused of a "destruction " a "very silly" contrived "construction "... built to "bring the 'study' down..." already limping and unsound!
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But that's a crock, the data's there! This has one by the shortest hair. See, it's in the record no one read! If it's a snake, it's bit! You're dead!
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Condon was a liar, hoss, and what's that fare, friend? What's our loss? What would we be if we weren't slaves... ...and faced our future... acted brave?
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...Truth is better through my lens... ...facilitates respect, my friend .
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Too, I... suspect that Frank's sincere, accept his work (oh my... oh dear!), and show that it's not Frank to say... compelling truth! No, that's "Bluebook's" play.
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See? Over half the data's there. All had missed the "thread," Mon Frère! Likely blinded by Herr Condon... ill perceived "non-truth," the problem.  Dick and Jerry*, primrose "led" to be so hard-nosed, and that said?  Science fiction is far off... but data driven? Those shoes drop!
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It won't impede the crushing fact that "Shoot Them Down" was "orders," Jack!   We would want a saucer bad, so risk a war with "others"! Mad!
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Too, it's not like we can't be stupid... addled, brainless… less than lucid, caught within the errant snare that we're "alone," but au contraire! ...
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Now I don't know what I've found out is truly what it's all about, but I respect what Frank has done... what he's late writ and by the ton! Too, some heavy-weights have waded in? Those who scoffed, prepare your chins!
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Friedman, Cox, and Porterfield know the data cited's real. Good and Barker make a case, and Maccabee has interest placed. Responsible, one follows data, the rest is bupkis; zero... nada.
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Think! There is more that has been missed if these men think this might exist.  If I'm wrong, I'll say "mea culpa", double-slap my face like Culkin, apologize in verse and prose... admit that "you" were on the nose.  I don't believe I'm wrong, at all; convictions "soar and cleave"—my call!
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Just remember out of tact, that good men died and that's a fact, when UFOs traversed the sky and our jets chased them, Frank confides.  We would try to shoot them down, just to have one, how unsound.  "Lurid duels of death," described, precludes denials—as denied—that we would fight an air war, then, with our jet planes and our brave men.  Though that is what, it seems to me, what had occurred, and with ET.
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Data has direction, friend, conclusions are arrived at when:  the picture "painted" makes all sense, is coming clean on its first rinse, and is not stretched or made contrived—presuming any sense survived—and what remains must fit the facts t'would all admit was such as that.


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net

Frank Feschino / Stanton Friedman

* the late Richard Hall and Jerry Clark (if with appropriate respect...)

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Three generations of serious UFO researchers just missed it; the biggest flap in United States History, a flap of which we too faintly or even barely heard.  1952s Summer Of Saucers: a plethora of saucers extant and unambiguous orders to... Shoot Them Down.

Three generations of "UFO Hunters" from Keyhoe to Kimball, reader, never recognized the fumbled ufological ball!

Gray Barker, of all people, got close... he knew this was a puzzle with many pieces, but he didn't have Bluebook.

A "special thank you" is extended to Dr Edward Condon, then, the stealth spook and authoritarian obfurator who had Bluebook in toto and blew it off of cowardly needs niggardly, decidedly short sighted, and dangerous. Ignorance always is.  Shame Dr. Condon! Shame!

Ask Stanton Friedman... the generation between Keyhoe and Kimball—presuming I'm forgiven this stretch to alliteration—he'll admit he missed it, I'm betting. But presented to him in the data rich manner in which it is offered? 

He, as do some perspicacious others, caught Feschino's train, reader, only Stan shovels coal in the tractor, and officiates at the caboose! Read on.

Flatwoodsmonster.com 

The Mainstreams Of Sentient Toads

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As regards our so-called "mainstream," thought reflective and sincere; our "limit" on "bad thinking"—a buffer from "the fear":
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Supposed "a mediation," or "distillation" of the "facts," it's portrayed as very "logical"—the "cure" for "fakes and hacks."  Too, it shills as sense's "medicine," protection from the "fringe," the "unwashed" and the "ignorant"… the deceptively "unhinged."  Nothing could be further from the truth one comes to find. It's a lying mechanism ... a perversion they contrive.  A foul manipulation by the fewest on our masses, it's legislating consciousness like a grinning bunch of fascists.
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It's the view that most will hold... because it is "official." Other views are ridiculed to implode upon "dismissal."  See, it's opposed to other views, which fade in sad distraction, as the mainstream is a jealous foe and a master of detraction!
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It will leave no stone unturned to keep its upper hand, and many that must challenge it are cursed, betrayed, or damned.
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See, it owns the "eyes" and "ears"… we use to watch our day. Too, what's "perceived" irrational depends on what's portrayed!
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Right?  It pretends the common sense, the middle of the road, the sober and the rational... ...with the sentience of a toad!  So, I am made suspicious of the track that it would take, the positions it's presuming, and the "points" it deems to make.
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See, it's their point to satisfy... the folks with all the money!  Those "owners" of the "eyes and ears"… which seems a trifle funny?
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The "mainstream" should reflect a mean, an average we can use… to find our way from day to day—that path the least obfuse! Though, it's in fact duplicitous and hobbled by its bias... which is prosecuted merrily by those few who would deny us.
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"Deny us what?", you'd smirk and sneer (officious and complacent). Well—deny us well nigh everything…, you… less than perspicacious!
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We're denied a real world and 'real' people leading! We're denied the oversight of oversight that's needed! We're denied the real deal on what our actions cost, on who must pay for some to play—be a measure for that loss…
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We are sold a bill of goods, we're led around by glands, and we don't get the "pictures" that occur in "other lands!" So we're denied that "portrait" of the way things really are… we're denied the existential!  Now, isn't that bizarre!?

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Don't pretend to fool yourself the mainstream acts for you, the hapless individual who is looking for some truth. It does in fact mistrust you and will punish you, you know?  It's a knight in "Satan's" service of corrupted status quos!
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There is in fact corruption, and a type that startles, too, when you find it in the fabric of your life, and know it's true. It's a cunning contravention by a clan of psychopaths who support it with a covetous "persistence," not for laughs!
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Too it won't care that "Christians" are allowed to prey on kids, or keep the crooked cops corralled when up to their old tricks. It's not just crass injustice! Loss of trust we must endure, as the ENRONs of the business world protrude their bull manure!
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C'mon! This bogus mainstream is providing all the "pap" that the "talking heads" are drooling from their whining jaws like crap!  It's not impressed that children die, well up into the millions! It shall not see a "Death Row" as a place for black civilians. It won't admit to slavery, the tortures it would craft, and it won't admit that it's remiss by practicing such graft!
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The mainstream's not a "mainstream" when it won't reflect the views of the people it confuses with an obfuscator's ruse! It cannot be a mainstream if dismissing UFOs, as it's eighty in a hundred who are thinking "someone knows"!
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Our mainstream's a betrayer of the truth that most would seek! The mainstream's made the lap dog of some grand conspiracy?
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Our mainstream has been hijacked by some psychopathic thieves who are busy with their passion as they prosecute their greed. See, it won't reflect the real mean; it means, instead, to craft the "mean."
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… And that is like a mirror made to fudge its own reflection, where one can't see the blemishes one might find on close inspection. See, where one perceives the fairest skin, no need to wash one's face? One suffers unseen blemishes one should view with some distaste.
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So, the Mainstream's not the mainstream... just pretends the middle road.  It's composed of thieves and pirates and of psychopaths or toads, reptiles sans compassion, lizards duping prey, they are wholly detrimental, serving not, which is to say...


lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net

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Here are some items about which the mainstream has had plenty of time to be forthcoming. All of the proceeding are perfect opportunities for the mainstream to actually be a mainstream—a reflection of a golden mean, a core of trusted rationality and logic; a steady (trust worthy) social foundation… a steadier foundation than there is presently on which to build, for far too many individuals on much too small a world:
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The unidentified craft appeared to take efficient controlled evasive action.
--FBI Memo, describing chase of UFO over the North Sea, 1947.
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Before we could do any more, the Army, after conferring with [U.S.] officials, ordered the investigation stopped.--Dr. Paul Santorini, on UFOs over Greece in 1946.
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The reported operating characteristics such as extreme rates of climb, maneuverability (particularly in roll), and action which must be considered evasive when sighted ... lend belief to the possibility that some of the objects are controlled ...--General Nathan Twining, Head of Air Material Command (AMC), 1947.
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I was called one afternoon [in 1948] to come to the Oval Office – the President wanted to see me.... I was directed to report quarterly to the President after consulting with Central Intelligence people, as to whether or not any UFO incidents received by them could be considered as having any strategic threatening implications ....--General Robert B. Landry, Air Force Aide to President Harry S. Truman.
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From their questions, I could tell they had a good idea of what the saucers are. One officer admitted they did, but he wouldn't say any more.--Commercial pilot, after questioning by intelligence officer, 1950.
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Army intelligence has recently said that the matter of ‘Unidentified Aircraft' or ‘Unidentified Aerial Phenomena,' otherwise known as ‘Flying Discs,' ‘Flying Saucers,' and ‘Balls of Fire,' is considered top secret by intelligence officers of both the Army and the Air Forces.--1949 FBI memo on UFOs.
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Information is desired if this was some new or experimental aircraft or for any explanation whatsoever.--1949 CIA memo.
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[Object] described as flat on top and bottom and appearing from a front view to have round edges and slightly beveled ... No vapor trails or exhaust or visible means of propulsion. Described as traveling at tremendous speed.... Pilot considered by associates to be highly reliable, of mature judgment and a creditable observer.--Air Force intelligence report, following UFO sighting by F-51 pilot, 1951.
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...some propulsion method not in the physics books.--Scientist who witnessed a UFO in 1952.
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For six hours ... there were at least ten unidentifiable objects moving above Washington. They were not ordinary aircraft.--Senior Air Traffic Controller for the CAA, Harry G. Barnes, 1952.
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Based on my experience in fighter tactics, it is my opinion that the object was controlled by something having visual contact with us. The power and acceleration were beyond the capability of any known U.S. aircraft.--F-94 pilot, after encountering a UFO, 1952.
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In view of the wide interest within the Agency ... outside knowledge of Agency interest in Flying Saucers carries the risk of making the problem even more serious in the public mind than it already is.--CIA memo, 1952
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It was silvery in color, had a bun-shaped top, a flange like two saucers in the middle and a bun underneath, and could not have been far off because it overlapped my windscreen!--RAF fighter pilot, 1954.
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…Maximum security exists concerning the subject of UFOs.--CIA Director Allen Dulles, 1955.
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Some military officials are seriously considering the possibility of interplanetary ships.--FBI memo on UFOs, 1952.
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Pilot of helicopters wished to stress fact that object was of a saucer like nature, was stationary at 2000 ft. And would be glad to be called upon to verify any statements and act as witness.--Emergency Report from Maxwell Air Force Base on air space violation by UFO, 1954.
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I have discussed this matter with the affected agencies of the government, and they are of the opinion that it is not wise to publicize this matter at this time.--Senator Richard Russell, head of Senate Armed Services Committee, regarding his sighting of a UFO during a 1955 trip to the Soviet Union.
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What bothers me is what's happening to our aircraft.--Anonymous Air Force officer, 1955.
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The Air Defense Command in Baton Rouge was on the phone, waiting for our report, when we landed there.--Commercial pilot following a UFO sighting, 1957.
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Saucers exist (I saw two). They were intelligently flown or operated (evasive tactics, formation flight, hovering). They were mechanisms, not United States weapons, nor Russian. I presume they are extraterrestrial.--Lt. Colonel Richard Headrick, radar bombing expert, 1959
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Reliable reports indicate there are objects coming into our atmosphere at very high speeds and controlled by thinking intelligence.--Navy Admiral Delmar Fahrney, public statement, 1957.
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Congressional investigations ... are still being held on the problem of unidentified flying objects and the problem is one in which there is quite a bit of interest.... Since most of the material presented to the Committees is classified, the hearings are never printed.--Congressman William H. Ayres, 1958
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Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, many citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense.--Former CIA Director, Roscoe Hillenkoetter, public statement, 1960.
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When the team was about ten miles from the landing site, static disrupted radio contact with them. Five to eight minutes later the glow diminished, and the UFO took off. Another UFO was visually sighted and confirmed by radar.--Classified report by an Air Force Strike Team at Minot AFB, 1966.
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... reliable, but off the record information from the Pease AFB in Portsmouth, indicates frequent radar blips and fighters are constantly scrambled to pursue these objects.--Journalist John Fuller, 1965.
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I think there may be substance in some of these reports ... I believe the American people are entitled to a more thorough explanation than has been given them by the Air Force to date.--Congressman Gerald R. Ford, March 1966.
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If 'they' discover you, it is an old but hardly invalid rule of thumb, 'they' are your technological superiors.--National Security Analyst, Lambros Callimahos, 1968.
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My own present opinion, based on two years of careful study, is that UFOs are probably extraterrestrial devices engaged in something that might very tentatively be termed 'surveillance'.--Dr. James McDonald before Congress, 1968.


...All of the preceding are frozen moments in our ufological past and, collected together, a largely unimpeachable indication regarding the actuality of some larger reality... a grand physical existence from which we are being, very suspiciously, "protected" by a conflicted, corrupted, and likely criminal mainstream. Somebody knows. Read on.

Restore John Ford

Thinking And Waiting...

Yeah—hey! ...And thanks for sailing in! I'm feeling kind of low right now, so it's good to see a friend. Dismissed a "Cyber-Wacko" by some persons I'd admired, I'm stunned with disappointments I suspect are not required.

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…Citations by the carload? …Summarily ignored. Papers I have written are dismissed, subsumed—deplored? Not making any headway, I sense I'm spinning wheels; traction just ain't happening! Still, I sense a changing deal...

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...No one in particular, "I can think and I can wait." I keep my own good council, and I dourly face my fate. See, I've found I trust my conscience to define where I should steer, and I firmly heed my instincts on the subjects we all fear.
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I've a clearly sighted star, you see, on which to set my course; I navigate reality upon that stalwart horse.  I have a sensibility refined by sturm and drang as encountered in the wars we've lost to persons better hanged.  So I would test my saber's edge on that which is offensive, deplorable, inordinate... I'm not remotely apprehensive. 

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So, I'm not—much—distracted by the flapping of some tongue, or the tapping of some "key" by that dismissive "other," ...stung. They're all just proclamation of the sort who must resort to the insult always issued by that sport sans all retort!  These are persons selling souls for anything Cartesian.  Reductionism's rampant in this age, and names are legion.  Deniers and dispellers of the evidence that's there, these dismiss the "highly strange" as facile and don't care.

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These say there's "no conspiracy" of a type I have described. That *life* is no illusion.  Reality? Bona fide! These become the haze we see—lies hidden in the fog... Truth? Our Institutions: porcine, filled with wolves and rats and hogs!

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So say, oh, Noam Chomsky, Mike Malloy, and Howard Bloom—Ridgeway, Marrs, Parenti, and with Webb (?) we're out of room.  They grokked the "primary reference"!  It's the type which tells the truth.  "Revisionistic" efforts are trés canted—of no use.
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Some sneer at these citations and deplore what they express, but "rebuttal's" not forthcoming and you sense no small distress. See, these but serve to grind an ax as biased as can be.  These are sans veracity.  These are bogus; can't you see?

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Now, am I incoherent when I write these earnest odes? ...And where is that "coherence" you'd imply you have in loads?  I compose a song to sing with words of dancing rhyme; how much should I apologise, and when's it been a crime?  It a validating poetry.  It is honest and sincere. Composed as such to sing again, it's what I would cohere.

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Where is the alacrity your insults don't propound; from where must come your outrage that is specious and unsound?  From where would come your petulance, your pique, and your displeasure? What have you provided to discussions… we can measure?

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...And please don't tell me: "...many years of hard investigation." That just won't wash, you've had your chance, and agitate frustration. See? Enslaved to dodgy filters which inure you to your cant? "Presumptions" ooze "auspiciously," so you have that canted stance.

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Yeah… you print your "books" and make the "lists" but what have you to show? We're light-years from disclosure as you've hoed the wrong damned row! Sixty years have come and gone; the saucers still a "giggle."  Conspiracy has been "dismissed"; it's you to squirm and wiggle!

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Now I'm the one to stand accused because I'm asking questions—because I make suggestions more proactive than repressive. Implied, I'm "warm and fuzzy" in conspiracy's cocoon, that I'm the "lazy thinker" (…that I'm crazy as a loon?).

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Some say I lack coherence and I'm (only) having fun… and when the reading's over? "Lot 10" bullets fill their guns!  Yeah, I can be assaulted by extreme vituperations; that is not the point, of course in art's appreciation... ...Still, the work is never criticized, never ordered to shut down; I get letters showing ernest smiles, not mad and outraged frowns!  I'm seldom told to "just shut up..." Please give it up; relent!  You're by no means a writer.  You're a tedious lament."

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Back to their "coherence," it's comprised of narrow views. All of their "pronouncements" are just that, mere air they've used. Too, I doubt they have the competence to label me "insane," or make profuse assessments on how others use their brains! They lack imagination, They're laggard and they're "slow," they've moved not one step closer... so they'll reap what they would sow.

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Too, providing still more insult to those persons written to: "they have no art; they're artless fobs. They have no depth or truth."

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Pandering after big-shots is a futile path to take, they have no use for what I've got; I complicate their stake!  I mock their specious issues! I confuse the status quo. I confound them to distraction; I perplex them, and it shows?

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See? If I am right—they live in fear—they lose the cat-bird seat!  Everyone's *investment*? Up in smoke! That's hard to beat!

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If I am *right*, they're nullified! Their "culture" loses air! Everyone must "re-think work" that's paid them "fair and square." Everyone must take new stock! New kingdoms are at hand! A grander rule of law's prescribed by those who make their stand!

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Correct, I signal something that's beyond what we've been told! Correct I am their death knell. Correct? Their bell will toll!

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Still, I'll not be "taken seriously"—some officiously intone—until I kiss the ring of their... ignoble "status quo," ...but I would sooner kiss the ass of all that I detest than go along with what "some" say, or do as they suggest.
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See. These ply a blithe denial that is cloistered and concealed. They're airily dismissive on what's regularly revealed! They're arrogant, sententious, and très smug beyond belief... like they've explained the saucers, sport! ...And that should bring them grief! 

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It's true that I'll respect some folks for contributions made, you'll understand, then, why I'd act... to move beyond their shade.  I cannot guess what course they'd take, but mine is changing now. Perhaps to find their "silken purse"?  ...The ear of some "old sow."
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Too, for all their admonitions on the "science of these things," they're too "reserved" for most of us wanting truth that "action" brings.

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Oh, there's more to "this" than these let on—for all their acrimony—on the general conspiracy these dismiss as trite and phony.  J. Haldane informs us... existentially?  We're vast!  There is always more than is perceived and hugely unsurpassed!!!
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What is "known" is not known; then the unknown makes its play, and then the more unknowable... the unspeakable, that is to say, arise to be our teachers of the vast galactic way, and expel us from our "playpen" where we languish in cliche.

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See, there is a vast conspiracy, Sir, of a kind that you might find... in pursuit of vile agendas—très complex—that you've denied!  It's space/time and all surface area, of what can be has been, and it won't help that you deny what's true, in fact, ...and then?  Well, then it is you'll know despair that could have been precluded!  You'll come to know comeuppance, friend, and of hubris be denuded.

lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net

Piercing the veil...

The Meme Of Extinction!

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I can step outside and find no limit with my finite mind...  What "mind" I have still reaches out beyond the "noise" complained about. ...To be amazed how much is plain, so gladly singing this refrain!  "The sky" is that which is forever.  We're not alone, see, whatsoever!
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We can't be, see: we are ourselves the proof we seek. ...And not the foremost I would think, a lesser light and on the brink of blowing all our chances... Think!  We are soldiers seeking that which compensates our effort's lack! Us, extant, is proof of them and they are here; be sure, good friends!
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The starry skies must crawl with life that's warmed by other suns, good Knight, and there is frequent evidence that this, profoundly, must exist! Zig-zag lights still fly due west without a sound I must confess! In truth I see them any time I put my eyes upon the sky!
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Still, the "bland officious" will propose I'm just pretentious... and pretend that one can't see the lights I see confronting me!  These "lights" are there, despite indifference, that measure of a crass insentience; society subsumed so some can profit like they've used a gun!
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"They" can make one "toe a line," deny one what they've earned [a crime!], and keep their heels upon ones neck—preclude someone a LIVING, yet!
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The Universe goes "on and on" in time that's—more than merely—long, where "anything" has happened there... righteous glory, cruel despair, or anything to fall between... a "yin" and "yang" of priceless being!
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Mainstream science won't respect regarding what they would neglect, and one cannot presume to know what shall not honor quid pro quo. Reality's appalled by this, this "ignorance" proclaimed a "bliss," but Science shows that it's gone wrong when it proclaims a "high ground" from, but then ignores—all seven levels—of evidence it does not settle.  Why, it won't even take a look!  That's an act of cheats and crooks!
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...A universe, not user friendly, is where one lives a life completely. Though not a place for faint of heart... it's still a heart's component part... Truth's required to give life meaning. "Antithesis" is just demeaning. This is why we need a Science we can look to... with reliance!
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All this *stuff* complained about just bubbles at our core, I shout! We could no more stop its egress than one might stop a bullet's progress. There is something going on and someone knows; the feeling's strong, and I perceive what's been denied by institutions I've decried.
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There are ...wonders... prepossessed by psychopaths we should detest! These are men who jerk the reigns, manipulate our trusting brains... with propaganda they enjoin to keep their status quo enjoyed! These, the folk alluded to, are most cross-purposed, it is true.  They are not our culture's champion, they're imagination's dampening!
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Now "we," ourselves are being ignored, a "bunch employed" but then deplored!  We're forced to aid what would subsume our greater effort... be consumed? We scrap like wolves around a carcass, bitch and snap like Klingons, Marcus... ...tearing off odd chunks of meat... so meaningless... and no great treat! Case in point, hate reappears... too, we yield gladly to our fears. What remains... shall not be spared... as "points are made" or "dollars squared"!
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Most won't do the "selfless thing" and psychopaths must reign supreme. See, no one needs a "peer review" where "rule of law" is not abused! It remains we're soggy jetsam... awash on moldy decks of flotsam, and thrown against sharp rocks for those who profit by our ignorance, Holmes!
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We find at last we're living lies that we now learn we should despise: that priests are men above reproach; a lawyer's not a slimy roach; policemen are the friends we need; best sanctify a "selfish greed"? That UFOs do not exist, that folks aren't "taken"—time's not "missed"—and we can trust our government is more than "bovine excrement"?
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Well—I'm alive beyond that jive of what's been made up or contrived. I am, one, no longer fooled by what they'd had me learn in school.
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I have senses; I can see, I can hear and think... I'm FREE! I'll report the truth perceived without your baggage.  You've been relieved!
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Left to, but, my own devices (an "idle mind" is truly priceless!), I have found with cynicism, how some react to criticism. Too, if "they" take it personally, I might be right... these fail to see!
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I know you're scared; well... I'm scared too... But someone knows, you know it's true. There is "something" underlying; "someone's" there there's no denying, and it's, in fact, a lighted fart that we're "protected" for their part!
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We don't share a "blessed" ignorance! We're not served by our indifference! They'd say that we won't WANT to know... but then they would!  We've seen the show.
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"Knowing", I suspect, improves... ...the quality of life abused. If one is one—in fact—informed, then one achieves some "better" form.
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History shows that we're not served by lies and obfuscations heard. Secrets which are kept from you are what you'd want to know!  It's TRUE!
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It's your loss if you don't "know."  Truth's a "boon" they'll not bestow. They would lose their "cat-bird seat," and they'd not suffer that defeat!  Terence said that it's a crime that you're denied that truth sublime, to go to death without "that" touch, is "to go to death sans sex, as such."
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Your ignorance is their advantage!  You are kept at disadvantage.  Your ignorance rewards those pleased to prosecute their lust and greed.  You are there for them to burn, and that is what you're loath to learn; you're beneath corrupt content.  Your misery is "heaven" sent!
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You shan't "profit"; you're made stupid, and that's the role of "institutions" which are closed to "oversight." They're hiding stuff that shatters NIGHT!  See, we don't need to "SEARCH" for truth, that's a dodge beneath one's use.  Where you want your problems "aced"... is where you know "a truth" but "FACED"!


lehmberg2002@gmail.com
www.AlienView.net

...Boxed Protocols... Mendacious Mainstreams...

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We ofttimes hear too zealous calls for UFOs of "protocol", and I, with some delight, must find... that I'm outside that "box" defined! Now why that "box" exists is moot, the "hows" and "wherefores" so much toot, but I have given up too much to go without a fight, as such.
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Though, why would I confide "delight," but that I fight a righteous fight, convinced—I am—that truth is served to combat "crap" without reserve! See, I don't do the "turned-cheek" thing; to strike me is to feel my sting! Still, I'll accept a "slap" I've earned; I'm not mendacious one will learn.
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I don't defer to crass attack, so I'm a "megalomaniac"?  I work with words, a tad contentious, so I'm dismissed as too pretentious? See, I would think outside their box, explore new realms and "undo knots"! So I'm the new intractable—my "thinking" then detestable?
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No, careful, I have kept my "screeds" to that which others may agree... is allowed in ones behavior... why, even Christ, who some call savior. I say I don't attack the "man"... of needs I must attack his "stand"... if  I find I disagree with what's perceived confronting me?
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"Ideas" are the paths I seek. "Ideas" can be checked for "leaks." ... "Aspect" is the meme confused, debated on these paths, in truth!  "Dictates" are dismissed outright.  "Proclamations" fuel a fight.  No one owns the UFOs we have seen to streak and glow.  Hubris haunts our skies we find.  We're not alone. We seek some sign.
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If "attack's" perceived as personal? I'd surmise: one's pre-conditional! I'd suggest: repost falls short, and it's that which "twists the shorts."
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Retreat in rage to be perceived as having lost the points one needs to keep ones place at anxious tables... precipitating sneers and labels!
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Friend, I've small patience for all that; to me? That's so much insentient crap.
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Too, give me one, just one example, a tiny shred of just one sample where invective or an insult issued from my words or conduct!  All you find has been provoked by hubris found, with which you're soaked, or crass insentience one displays when their thinking's reappraised.
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...Persons like one "Richy Reynolds," a scabrous scourge bereft of courage; a smearing, leering—crap-filled scut who owes me money... and a lot.* ...Or anyone who trifles me. Camembert? The cowardly; those who grind a backward axe can quite queue up to kiss my ass... Pettingill? Oh, he "means well..." but it remains. You guessed it: smell.
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...Hummm... It does seem I lack reluctance, my "tolerance" bereft abundance. I am quick to take offence! Too, specious sneers insure calescence. I guess I am a scourge, then, too... provoked to same! The same as you?
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...No! I point out your unbrave curse—do your harm! Perform your worst! From these efforts then we'll see! Ones real "being" then perceived: a churlish louse bereft of class, and every bit as bad as Klass!

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See, I'll attack "ideas" friend—read: stalled approaches some pretend. Too, that's the thing provoking this, this call for "rules" which I've dismissed. Dissent is "truth" one best allow. Or "Consequence" in just amounts...
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Too, I'd suggest "the man's" remiss in what he's done, the cause of "this." I would challenge his performance or face his affect so abhorrent... I would question fruit, you see, provided by his proffered tree. If it's toxic or contrived?  My conscience dictates... I decline!
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What we lack is all... humility.  So space and time contrives... futility.  We can't avail our Kingdom come, that's THERE to be availed, chum.  Space and time is promised—"vast"—where "everything's" contained... amassed.  All one "thinks" is found out there... and all one can't is there... to dare!
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See, I'd propose that UFOs are obvious and "SOMEONE" knows! Those quick to kill pro-active effort, or quick dismissing those alerted, those quick enough with poison pen but slow to cop their own pretence?  Persons like that Reynolds skunk—that "soaked in non-earned hubris" punk.  Men like him would foul the joint, erode our edge, and miss the point.
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Fifty years have gone, and how. Too, still the truth's obscured! Still now!
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What's "your" part in all of this? Explore that not and be re-miss...  ...Where is Richy's clarity, point to his sincerity, show me where his contribution has improved our institution... and done not but stir up crap that he provides with backhand slaps.
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Most, today, are led astray by those who use their skills "that" way. That "way" I speak of uses ruses, psychopath's profuse excuses; "earnest" and "convincing," yes, but detrimental none-the-less. These would lead one down "that" path, all primrose covered hidden trash... which pounces like an angry beast to bite you on the ass—at least!
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...It could be argued I describe... myself I must, to you, confide... But I am on my guard for that... don't take my word, though it's a fact.
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I think most persons reading this would vouch for me. Am I remiss? I am sincere, have "confidence"... if based upon uncommon sense, and won't deny I love myself, but not too much. It's mental health!  Seems that love precludes, you know, a mainstream's suspect status quo.
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See...Our "mainstream" lacks a "centrist" bent... required for a centrist's sense! Our "Mainstream" works to "void" and "sully"! Willful, it despoils and bullies that which "shall not" give its blessing! Angered, it is quite distressing!
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These must see the harm they do as they pursue bad cants... it's true. But they don't care. You're just an asset, fruit to squeeze, for juice, but face it. Chase their mainstream as it is? Be doomed to disappointment, friend.
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Trust this "mainstream" at your peril, it renders you as mute and sterile. It won't respect what you have done... 'cause if it does, it comes undone! See, that arrives right at the point where culture needs some growth! The point?

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...If "heaven" falls with just a tug, then what's its value? Pull its plug!!!
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What's beyond that heaven sought? What's new regards our battles fought? Single persons make that call... but few avoid new "protocols."
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"Protocols" promote exclusion and prevent the odd intrusion of ideas which astound... the "search for truth," agreed profound? Go along with what's "been done," so don't progress—and lose the Sun—as sullen "white" men have their way, their old ideas holding sway!
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These men inflate that "hijacked mainstream" for the mass's dim-bulbed low-beam. We would think they are the same, when they are NOT! We're not to blame. We masses are manipulated, our will is mocked and dissipated by the efforts in control of that which "mainstreams" bought and sold!
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...I don't fill their mouths with words... as they'd accuse. I don't concur.  I may read between their lines... and garner, there, what I might find. Then I'd write what I've perceived they've said to me—I do believe!
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Self-promotion seems the rule, though 'some' will 'do' for others, true. But I don't think I sing strained praises... for myself. I'd think it graceless.
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Others carry on and whine about their "talents"—how they "shine." I observe and comment gamely. I'm not sorry or complaining. I'd just show you where I stand. On "protocols"? They make me glad.
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Though in a good way? I think not. My saber's thirsty. Come on out...
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In closing I just want to say:  a Phyrric win, at best, you'll pay. That's the least that I'll concede. No surrender, no retreat.


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net

It's a "box" that's kept us from our heart's desire. It's a "box" that's precludes our satisfaction regarding the outre.  It's a "box" that makes an enemy of what might have been an ally…
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It's a "box" precluding synergy, advancement, inclusion, elevation, and actualization. It's "boxes" that would hide the truths, support the lies and keep individuals deaf and dumb. It is "boxes" that have held us down, tied us up, and shut us out.  This is of course apart from boxes with relevance and efficacy which provide for some kind of useful pattern recognition or utility.  It's the boxes fossilizing to dogma I speak about here, eh?  The former is not the issue.  Don;t even go there.  Desist, stat.  Retreat.  Stop.
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Reality is a vast, vast "market place of ideas," ladies and gentle-bunkies, ideas you know and ideas you CAN'T know, not a company store stocking only wilted vegetables and tedious memes of persons like the aforementioned Rich Reynolds . Breathe with freedom!
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Challenge your "boxes." Authorities require their questioning or they begin to feel entitled... entitled where they are not.  Answering challenges is a rational wage, reader, for assuming the mantle of authority—for daring to proscribe a box! That box by any other name could be a coffin for an idea... or a "safe-room," only, a safe-room where the danger is ironically locked inside with you!
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...And Stop!  I hear the whiny internal dialog, nip it!
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I reiterate!  I won't argue the need for some "boxes," scientific, moral, ethical, pecuniary, or otherwise!  We have to be able to take *stuff* to the *bank*... still be able to make predictions on the "long term" as much as is able and sane; still have the "minimal predictability" necessary to pursue some kind of happiness. Let's avoid the absurd. Thanks.
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Still, I'd guess the contention is access or egress to and from these boxes, but assuredly being allowed out of the fraggin' box, eh, even speculating on what might be beyond the limits of the freaking box in question. Secrets, potentially as disrespectful as they can contrive to be, are irritating at best.
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For an individual?  That box is hell on earth if "inside"... and a raging tease if "outside." Subsequently, I think this current airy suggestion for new boxes should be viewed with suspicion and unfavorably for that. Boxes render enemies artlessly created.
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Someone always comes up on a limit to the "box" and is nonplussed in some way. That's bad enough when the box has arguable necessity but intolerable where the box is contrived nonsense and naught but a sociopathic dodge for the personal gain of the "morally unethical" ...or maintenance of some specious status quo, preferred if bogus history, inured cowardice, or even hurt feelings.
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It's boxes that keep us from the stars; it's boxes that keep those stars from us.
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Restore John Ford!
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*For damages a result of slander per se: http://alienviewgroup.blogspot.com/2005/11/smoke-and-fire.html

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Betrayal's a coinage that shall not be spent except where it's misspent against common sense, and I have discovered while out of that "box"—and as quick as a hare even fast as a FOX—the soul of confusion's at work with a passion! Confusion's the rule, or I'm just [gas passin'].
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Where is the profit embracing a tyranny, forgetting our history, or losing our memory? Many years were invested, much time had been spent; we all have a stake in this "other" we've sensed!
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"We" could try harder to show some respect for the base "rank and file" gone dismissed, I reflect. Betrayed by authority, beset by class cheats, these are the prey whom a charlatan seeks!
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Still, words are the magic I've used to convey a fellowship found in our world holding sway, so I must be insolent, and challenge these "proud," and knock them from towers and run them to ground, as persons won't often step up to the plate where the umpire's cheating—perverting our fate!
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Some carry on about 'data' and 'science', and bore on forever statistic's "reliance," protesting the lack of respect they'd withhold from the proactive drive of the more-active bold!  Science is wondrous, it quite fills a bill, its rules and its razors most circumspect, still... but it's not the whole of experience, friend...  use it for everything?  You'll misapprehend!
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The mainstream detests "us," that's where it's not keen, so true recognition's denied us all, see? The mainstream's invested in all the "big lies"!  A few follow "rules"... for their trouble?  Deprived.
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A pro-active effort's decried and demeaned, and a pro-social action's despised as obscene! Ones simple conjecture to help fill the "void" is attacked without mercy, abhorred and destroyed. There is no "discussion," there is no "debate" of the sort that's not answered with malice and hate.
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There is only divergence and dis-integration. There are base accusations with flimsy foundation. A pro-active effort that's made in good faith is dismissed with revulsion and heaped with disgrace!
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Too, this seems so reflexive, cross-purposed, and mean. What does it indicate? What does it mean? Where is the unity as shared by the "bunkies"? Petty squabbles help paint us as "dweezles" and "flunkies"!
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...We can be these flunkies, produced in deceit, awash in the system's complacent conceit. Confused by a mainstream that herds us like goats, one hand in our pocket and one on our throats. We're sheeple abused by a culture that's driven to hide an agenda so old and well hidden.
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Secrets abide! We would find its no joke... conspiracy rules, and with that, little hope.
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Some put the blame on an interested "buff," dismissed on a whim like they've sinned quite enough! Some go a-field to insult hapless people—expected to buy what they're selling, be real!
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Too, narrow the scope to a slender percentage that *science* would measure to shore up its image (?) and find at the last that their less is not more… See? They've closed all the avenues and sealed their doors.
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They don't reward diligence... a convenient retreat... that those "charmed" have assumed for their use. What deceit!
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The problem remaining? They've not progressed... from the first of last century! Of needs, I protest! Advancement's sub-glacial and shall not move on! It is tepid, distracted, too slow and prolonged!
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It won't get its air time as it shan't get respected! So? A change to the order of folks "they" neglected! Those who were "first" will assume a "last" place in a future the future will bring in its grace!
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There's more than is dreamt in the dreams of mere man. There's more than we would or we could understand. There's more than's allowed than is measured with "tools" which limit ones "reach" to the "grasp" of a fool.
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It's not the "new-ager" who howls from the dust which comes from the folks whom we thought we could trust. It's not the "fringe wacko" proclaiming his dreams for a shot at a book deal that some find obscene. Its not from an "armchair" the enemy comes, or from newbies who frequent our world—beating drums.
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It comes from a mainstream that most still pursue, though it "chumps" them completely and plays them for fools.  See, the "fringe" is a symptom; it's not the disease! It's duplicitous "mainstreams" causing scabs on our knees! ...And still they would chase it, fair caper and fawn, for mainstreams of psychopaths who string them along.

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Now me, all I'm seeing are lights in the sky, and folks whom I trust tell me "truths" and don't "lie." Too, my culture's the liar who fronts for "those charmed"!  See, it's the price put on justice that should cause one alarm!
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The cops? ...As corrupt as the lawyers they fear and the priests? Smirking pederasts who pander and leer. The media's fraught with its "too pretty face" who contrives an acceptance for a future disgraced. What is trust worthy in what we have now? …can't make a silk purse from the ear of a sow!
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Ufology's laughed at? Abductees demeaned? Researchers are wasting their time, losing steam? That mainstream is sullen and won't give an inch. See, if it does it unravels!  Hey! Son-of-a-bitch!
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One little pull on a thread in its cloak and the whole thing unravels! The cloak is a joke! It'll never acknowledge the work of Dick Hall!  It won't bow to SCIENCE or METHOD, at all!
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Real science? A threat to the old status quo! A jab in the ass of "the man", don't you know? Don't think for a minute that this "man" will play fair. Think anything else and be doomed to despair!
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So where are we now in advancing the truth? How can we but put what we've learned to best use?
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The tools in the shed have been sharp as a tack. But tools are neglected, mal-used or mis-racked. Scalpels spread butter, hammers crack eggs, while the mainstream's unsettled that "weird-stuff," has legs!
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A "gauntlet's" been made and that's not a bad thing, that the claims which are made should be checked in refrain..., but gauntlets turn ugly, attacks are then made which are seen as more personal... a wrongness put paid!
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Divergence is key to the treasure of choice. It defines our successes, puts range on our voice. Too, betray at your peril the people you need to support your "good" work, you will need them indeed… Practice exclusion and find you're shut out, just so much "passed gas" I was talking about.


alienview@roadrunner.com
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At the risk of being "entirely incomprehensible" to the much too easily—and conveniently—baffled... ...or "inordinately unintelligible" to the too reflexively—and predictably—dismissive... I protest again that we are—all of us—betrayed by a "hijacked mainstream" and a "criminal culture."  T'was ever that indeed not so.
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This is a seeming obviousness remaining inexplicably beside the contrived—if "offical"—point.  Are we really that unbrave?  Maybe you don't need to look for answers to the preceding but face the answers to the preceding.
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Some, like the former of the aforementioned types of persons, seem oblivious to this betrayal, and some, like the latter, seem decidedly ok with it, but virtually all of these persons function—whether they know it or not—to give a duplicitous faux-mainstream power, authority, and an unprincipled and punitive pecuniary punch, a punch wholly undeserved and unjust.  The "mainstream" handily abdicates its responsibility to be centrist—to become instead a foot on the neck of the individual remotely critical of it. How is this not so?
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As a failed public school teacher, I, among others, endure many years of lost wages as a result—pretty directly—for refusing to reflexively validate a corrupt and duplicitous mainstream in operation around me.  An unethical and unlawful one.
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A freaking "war hero" and retired military officer graduating Summa with a teaching credential from a respected University—not Yale—I was found to be unacceptable for any position in our education "system."  I digress, but still this ufological cannon-fodder seems willing, if reluctant, to step forward into the breech of the establishment buzz-saw to pursue this thing about UFOs.  Why is that?
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The row to hoe is ultimately unrewarding in the aggregate. At least not rewarding in the sense appreciated by crass materialists as yet unaware that money can't buy happiness... even as it is not even likely to encourage same, am I right?  Search your feelings, young Padawan. The best things in life are supposed to be free!
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With regard to the pursuit of this individual experience, it matters not the collected array of impressive witnesses and (intelligently) volunteered official documentation of that experience... even physical evidence, reader!  It matters not regarding police reports of anomalous sightings recorded in specific areas and times by professional persons with spotless reputations. It matters not the reported abductions, voluminous reports with regard to those abductions, or samples of the kinds of evidence it has been seriously alleged can be produced to support these, albeit, startling claims.  It matters not. The hurdle shoved before us is high. It matters not...  Remains that all this evidentiary flotsam does seem to be extraordinary.  Did it need to be extraordinary?
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We must embrace this thing still, for all our reluctance, fear, dread, or intense trepidation. It is our responsibility, our fate, even our destiny ...and I gladly admit I suspect the preceding only as a result of an enduring decades-long intuition, I remind the reader.  That matters not! I believe it is an imperative of our individual consciousness: admit this "other" and search it out. Search it out!
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Consider for a moment that quality big city medical groups could show interest in this contested "other," peripherally evidenced by these very peculiar abduction affairs, for example. It seems the aforementioned medical groups should be intrigued by the evidence that this conjectured abduction affair seems to be "a typical if anomalous occurrence precipitating a regional anomalous medical condition."  The medical groups alluded to should be justifiably piqued? Serious people should begin to take serious subjects seriously.  They don't.
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This "interest" is generated by weird physical manifestations—also be documented to a degree—which, in expert opinion, cannot be self-inflicted, hoaxed, or contrived, moreover. A curious set of affairs at the very least, reader:  implants, wounds, blemishes, rashes, and witheringly weird whatnot...
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Forget the truth or falsehood of these claims a moment!  The claimer might be willing to stand on some precipice with his claims, regardless, whatever the reader's assessment! The claimant might be willing to provide assurances (given assurances), that those claims could be backed... remembering also that evidence of veracity is demanded of this ufological cannon-fodder in a manner not remotely asked of church, institution, agency, organization, or state, only that which contravenes or invalidated the aforementioned claimant ! This is a glaring point for the rank and file of "interested individuals," decent persons on both sides of the bell curve but outside the loop of the aforementioned closed institutions I think it fair to add... maybe not.
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"No good deed will go unpunished," apparently, and "the evil that men do lives on and on... while the good that they do is interred with their bones..." These particular bones are too reflexively interred (with seeming prejudice) given the, to date, acceptable history of many of the bones in question, I find myself evaluating the judging more than the judged. How about you?
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"Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence"? Flying Monkey droppings. How so?
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That speciously unbrave and irreverently fatuous argument above regarding "extraordinary claims requiring extraordinary evidence" has been righteously (and I think reasonably) exploded by one Jean Van Gemert as a "think cloak" assumed to provide retreat for the garden variety skeptibunky, only. It is a clever feint into the obvious fallacy for an always "receding evidentiary horizon."

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See, this argument assumes that the "evidence" can always be made subordinate to an evaluation of the claim's *extraordinariness* which remains defined only by the skeptibunky and has no upper limit! The evidence, it can be arbitrarily decided, is never extraordinary enough!
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That's a sword cutting only one way, reader. It has no place in science (imnsho), forgetting that it's not the skeptibunkies, good reader, who are going to solve this little ufological conundrum for the genuinely interested, anyway! No, it is the intrepid members of a conscientiously courageous team individually (and bravely) stepping up to the hard-ball plate and expecting a clean pitch from a respected colleague who in turn can put wood directly on that ufological pill!
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In the way is the posit that we really don't want to know the truth.  It's messy, people lose their cat-bird seats, and have to pay for it.  Hard cheese.
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If an extraordinary claim requires extraordinary evidence, reader, then a mundane claim requires evidence which is correspondingly mundane! That's ridiculous, eh? A mundane claim requires the same quality of evidence establishing its truth or falsehood, no more. No less! I submit this holds true for the extraordinary claim, as well! Non-wavy Gravy for Gander and Goose!
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Another little mainstream chestnut used to prosecute its continuing betrayal of the individuals facilitating it.
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There are more of these chestnuts.

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Restore John Ford!

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Some go beyond all limits in transgression, I assert. Opposed to same, this "service" paid by "lip": See, "letters" drooling poison make a heinous circulation, and we make ourselves the less to honor this!
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Not this letter mind you! This? A letter read aloud! A letter in defense and of the light! I speak of coward's letters, then, injected on the sly. A murmured assignation lacking "stomach" for a fight!
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Do you think he's stopped because, perforce, you do not even "see" him? No, his way's perseveration, 'till he's dead! Too, I submit a "shadow runner" must prefer to "run in shadow" as the light precludes his comfort, it's been said.
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...And that's the way of slugs and snails sans bones to stiffen backs, and sans such, then, they cannot stand erect!  The talk they "talk" won't walk its "walk" and their courage must desert them... ...there was precious little "courage" to detect!
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These "letters" are corrosive—lacking aspect they just fake—shooting "shadow-shots" from corners where they hide! They do not break the surface, they're just murmurs out of sight, so if they can't go public they're a scourge bereft of right!
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Too, I'd have thought us better than to poison our own wells, but that is what's occurring in low tones. If these concerns are valid then I'd think that in the open... is, then, where this whole "discussion" be condoned.
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...And, if one cannot be forthright,and desist the slander used, then one should "hold their mud" and just step off!  One should make their peace, old sod, and live to let one live... but preclude these "snipes" or "whispers" I've called out!
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See, I'm an honest sort of guy. I've lived consistent years; I disavow the faults been whispered there!  In my fashion I am stalwart and an efficacious kind—of the sort that sticks his chin out, or the sort who takes a dare!
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Still, from where would come an enmity used, perforce, to take me down? Why demean my very character so badly?  Why divorce my contribution from the dialog we'd seek just because some are so tight-assed, I add gladly.
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These go beyond the tightassed where you want to know the truth—where facts are perspicacious and respected.  They're dirty-playing scalawags avoiding lip-served ethics they distort to suit their ends.  Be disaffected.
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Still why destroy my effort if I want to take some action that's proactive, open-minded, if  opposed? Don't count on cheeks as turning when I catch you in the act! I'll gather up some shirtfront and then punch you in the throat!
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Too, what's been solved by my detractors? What's been done in all this time… that the principals involved have solved, at best?  They're moving nowhere closer to the questions one might ask. We still wander in confusions we detest!  Contribution has been lacking and bereft of all good sense, a stirring at the bottom of our pond. Suffice to say turbidity's increased beyond all sense; sensibility is sullied, flayed, and conned.
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Perhaps one's "disconcerted" by my "perspicacious" tone, regarding which I'll have no shame about! I contend I'm like the moth, perforce, compelled too close to "flame," but compelled to better questions? "Flames" I'll flout!
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I'm not your vagrant nut-roll, see; I'm not easily dismissed!  I have a ready confidence I'll employ! Too, trifle in impertinence or sneer at me to learn that I've a literary saber you'll enjoy!
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There's more to me than meets your eye. Perforce, you have been warned... I'm an unrelenting rage of sharp ablation!  See, I get the correspondence that's employed in your "campaigns"... I can see that you attempt—assassination!
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So I provide this testament, appropriate and true, I'm held in high regard and have endorsement! It's obviously needed, this shameless self-promotion, as "whispers" have no rules or law enforcement!
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...I'd strike the sun if it offended me... ...and some provide offense, and some beyond the limits of the pale!  These owe effuse apologies and seven figure damages for slander—called "per se"—whom I assail!


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I'm over 65 so I offer that I am authorized some small pretentiousness... though, I won't call it that at all.  I've an aspiration to sincerity and grasp.  I aspire to snatch the literary stars from the sky and show them you, pour them into your hand... thrill and inspire you...
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Moreover, I've flown helicopters down that barrels of big guns, taken hits, and been forced down in combat; I'm entitled to my aspirations and pretentions.  I'll snatch them from the reader's covetous hand as mine remembering I served better than I was served!
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Further pardon, please, my overweening "pretentiousness," but if the expression is in verse, the expression is in verse. Put that on a growing list of things I'm not ashamed of... ...Moreover, know that one so moved to the irritation alluded to can pack, north of their anxious anal prolapse, some wet sand and freshly broken glass.
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To wit... end the whispers now. If they're good enough to be made at all, they're good enough to be made in public where they can be produced with a respected conviction obviously lacking heretofore, or they'd be said straight out, right?

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Too, they wouldn't be whispers any longer... but that's OK.  The only good whisper is a reverent whisper.
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On the subject of clarity?  I submit that you don't have to remotely wonder what I'm writing about, eh?  No, you have to do the, albeit, harder thing; you have to FACE what I'm writing about.  All the information is there and most of the right words are used.  No apologies that they chap an occasional ass.  It remains one learns to use their right-click, define the meme, and take a step up!

Restore John Ford! 

No Taste For Worship...

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So, you think that I'm pretentious where it's you the Philistine... ...with all your taste so landlocked in your mouth! That I'd crash your specious heavens to recover satisfaction is the problem that you're really on about. That I would question hoary "truths," in word and paint and deed is the fuel for your 'assessment'... the excuse you don't concede!
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See, I'm more than mere "pretentiousness"! I'm glaring with contentiousness! I'm all the valid guidance I need trust. I'm a pie with righteous filling, and my content is fulfilling to an "art," I'm thinking, has abundant crust!  Moreover, my attention can be caustic (it transpires to the toxic) where your "mechanisms" wither from its touch.  Your hubris is offensive and that's why you're apprehensive and it's where I would defeat you; as, I must.
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Too, you think that I am arrogant? Well—that does me glad, my friend! All that is, is more example where you're 'off'.  I'm way beyond mere "arrogance", I would DARE to "soar and cleave"... it is clear that you have missed the point, for cost! That thing I have is confidence you're finding so offensive. It's provoking your dismissal, friend! It's why you're so defensive.
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I'm more than merely "arrogant"! I'd ridicule your ignorance: that which keeps you in a "darkness," I'll not have! ...And I've a strong suspicion that you see as "further still," what's perceived as well behind me," by my "nav"...
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You are, quite right, in one regard. I have a 'love' for self. If I didn't (?) then I'd have none left for you! A "love of self" is crucial, and respected by ones fellows! To have value one must dare to seek self-truth! The trick's to keep humility, and be honest with your folks, then these folk might find you interesting (?), and genuine (?)—not a joke!
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Don't "believe your own report cards" or be a quick and easy discard, as it's folks will queue up quick to pull your tail... Ones love for self is fine until you "get a taste for worship... ...then they're bringing out their hammers...boards and nails..."
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Too, I'd call myself an artist, or a poet if I pleased, as that one to be convinced (?) is finally... me! I don't need your validation to continue what I'm doing 'cause I know that at the end (?), I'm off my knees! ...And, free to sneer at craggy peaks of culture's glad conceit, I provide for satisfactions I'm denied by its deceit!
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"Perception is reality," and I don't strain credulity, I'm saying "I believe"... good neighbor... ...you can too! I am the kind of artist of the type that pleases me. I'm a poet who'd relate a quest for truth.
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Too, most folks prove they get it as they write me frequent notes, if they've found that my expressions are spot-on! When the meter and my visions have combined to share a story that has touched them in good ways—that can't be wrong! If I provide assistance to my fellows of that kind, I can see a little further yet, myself, in my own mind!
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Too, I perceive I'm indiscreet, but risen to my righteous feet! I spread my arms and take my "leap of faith"! The arms of friendly people needn't catch me, I'm not falling (!), and I'm lightly touching truth upon her face!
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...And, YES! I'm seeing UFOs which fly from time to time, as I look into my starry stellar reaches! ...Too, I can't care a wit if people think I might be crazy when I write 'em up in pieces that concede it! Christ, yes, I'm seeing UFOs! They're there if you look up! They're as common cream and sugar in a cosmic coffee cup!  One must eschew their ego and then open up the fence, contrive, perhaps, to drop their fearful gates. To lose an inhibition not constructive on the whole, to give up on their bigotries and hates!
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Propeller heads agree that "they are out there" (!), don't you see? They are "out there," ...but these can't accept they're... here! That threatens their "investments" and the "way" they've lived their lives, and it whispers in the dark to trembling ears...
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So forget that I'm "pretentious", as I see things as they are and, I'm not that much impressed by your indifference. My "arrogance" is confidence that I'm on the better path... to a future quite ignoring your indifference! See, I'll choose to steer my own course, follow muses I can hear, and write those satisfactions I report... ...and sans all fear!
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Even failing I aspire to have that place where I'm on fire and perhaps to even grasp it, I beseech. "Mighty forces" give assistance where the brave avoids resistance and they make ones grasp more equal... to a reach!
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Too! I'll always take your "challenge," hoss, but stay outside your tiny box! There's more to space and sky than you have told! See, friend, you're a liar so, must make a "buttocks sandwich," but replace that processed cheese with... yes, your nose!
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Please!  Dismiss me as "pretentious," and good friend?  I'll eat your face!  Your offensive lack of courage cants civility. That I would make the reach, beyond yourself, where you're too timid! The consequence?  My "Incomprehensibility."


alienview@roadrunner.com
www.AlienView.net

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No meanness like old meanness.