Justification

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

Friday, May 14, 2021

Locker Ruptures


Locker Ruptures
by Alfred Lehmberg


"Old UFOs have zero relevance..." some would, rather ridiculously, argue. Not quite. ...That misses the mark. 

There's a smarter and more constructive way to look at that, too, it's offered, but let's see some more of the outline before comin' down hard. We have to come down that way in some pretty uncomfortable places. Courage is questioned. Ethics is debated. Self-honesty, always in short supply, will be examined.

Resolved: ...select others must argue that these old cases must be, precisely and exclusively, the cases we need to keep looking at! This is, of course, because these are the ones, the qualifying ones (it is worried!), but the ones with which we've grown the most comfortable, you know, as regards that actualizing qualification alluded to and aforementioned... ...does contempt have to follow familiarity? Onward!

Somehow wise to beat dead horses, we're advised... we are even served, reader, and verily, it is suggested, by looking at these classic UFO cases exhaustively, meticulously, and laboriously, even! We are rewarded in our attempts to voraciously discount, disqualify, and discredit them, only, is the assertion! Where is the science in that... A question expecting no answer as there is no answer. 

See, even if a new "scan" or "scientific (scientistic!) sift" reveals the "fishing line" or the conjectured "smoky mirror," and the time-honored case blows up in our "less than perspicacious" faces, these would argue, we are attended to by this disqualification! Plussed-up, a "truth" is made even more obvious, and UFOs are shown to be... "well, that they just can't even ...be," eh?! Score one for the Pelicanist's home team!

One simply puts them from one's calmed, decerning, and superior mind... ...Naw! 

One but slides back to fluffin' their glad arrogance and masturbatin' their unjustified pride... humpin' their sweaty hubris? Yes, it's that bad.

"...Because that's what science is about," is a cheerful if disingenuous refrain! "We are but chipping diligently away at 'belief' until all that remains is 'fact,' right?" ...These have smugly pontificated... 

Then? Then, they'd employ their take-no-prisoners-kill-'em-all-and-let-God-sort-it-out "debunking" strategies, in the purest sense of that word... since it's foolish, as we all "know," to tolerate "bunk." This writer inserts an obligatory eye-roll.

Yeah, three cheers for "brave scientism" and the men who gleefully prosecute it, eh? Hearty hails as, drooling the aforementioned hubris, we hoist, foreshadowing a wholly inappropriate (and ironic) religiosity, its prideful banner high, higher, and highest... quite beyond all qualification or discussion... or protest.

Yea and verily, onward and upward scientistic (sic) soldiers, marching as to war... and we'll fight-fight-fight on to our 2D triumph and our facile, only imagined and assuredly passing glory... and its risible honor... wiping slime and slobber from those slack and scienceless jaws encountered as we painfully go... but fighting the never-ending battle for truth, justice, and the scientistic way... 

Uh, huh... then the "scientific" rent comes due, right? We find that our hubris is equal to our immaturity. How can it be anything else? Consider, anytime we "know" we have something in its tagged bag we discover that it's runnin' around in the yard sans its pants and flashin' the neighbors!

Sincerely, I don't mean to mock the sincere scientist with his diminished hubris and reasonable humility, but (!), notwithstanding the unerring accuracy of their certainly sentient sentiment erstwhile aspired to? These are in no way allowing for the dark side of same, reader! They are not on proper guard for it! They don't take it seriously enough! To a degree, they deny its very existence! 

...And there is a dark side, Sir and madam. By way of example... what's much respected to be an honest "peer review" (just to start) may be a smothering cowl where the interests of the reptilian pecuniary lie, and compellingly, to wish it so... consider "good cops" not outing "bad cops" and begin to grok the drift... ...like a fraternity, institution, or a status quo ever legitimately trumped what was "right" and "true"! That finger hoisted!

...And let's ALL take a moment to shake our heads in contrition and remorse that such has not been so! There is shame enough for us all, true enough... but satisfaction beyond the shame, having copped to that shame. It is the way.

That "dark" alluded to remains predictably unacknowledged (when it would count!), where it is not first celebrated by the backstepping "self-involved," friends and neighbors, most caustically by persons typifying as one's reflex "skeptibunky"! Of that ilk and of that clan! 

These are those persons, of course, of conflicted caliber, in other words...those defining UFOs as "dismissible" out of hand and sans all investigation, too... persons so risible on their face that the laughter begins before they open their mouths to speak! 

Secondly, and sadly, we must include even that "sincere scientist" alluded to beforehand and so gratefully allowed for... (cops "good" and "bad," remember... and who's the good guy when the former lets the latter slide?) ...even as these are, perhaps, not so often in arrears. 

Happily, one can more easily believe in these, largely because they are the more guileless and sincere professionals measured in hard-won letters and education, persons of ethics and consistency... J. Allen Hynek's "good instruments," truly honorable persons, perhaps, persons of all humility and without most of that degenerative hubris alluded to (one hopes!)... even if ignoring happily the toxic hubris practiced by their abject adjacents... so, persons willing to continue to play by the honorable rules as codified... even as they don't call out skeptibunkies for not reading to the period as regards their traditional lack of open-minded investigation? The rent will come due, as was pointed out.

These might escape the graceless ignominy of dishonor, dishonor hastened by their adjacent's arrogance and homocentric vanity... mostly... even as those aforementioned, those faux-skeptic and denying others, do not escape that eventual dishonor. Cowardice, intellectual or otherwise, can never be rewarded.

This includes, moreover, even that caliber of a person displaying erudition, intellect, and personal honor otherwise... like the late Richard Hall and Jerry Clark, for an example of type (Not Hall and Clark, I'd hasten to point out, but persons of that caliber). These people, and requiring no citation, don't want their world views destroyed, out of hand! Who does! Though that becomes necessary, sometimes. Why deny an obvious? Examples are legion even if difficult to admit.


Folks are more comfortable believing that they'd had their things pretty well nailed down, the "big parts" allowed for, you see... but it's the once-revered anything that can blow up in one's face! One speaks from experience. 

Asserted here is that some will go to extraordinary lengths to keep their well-deserved and justified cognitive implosion from happening... employ all the self-interested tools facilitated by cognitive dissonance and other mental gymnastics to keep things "already defined" in their well-ordered universe as "already defined" if in, ironically, contorted "line"... where they are not! You, me... anybody. A self-inflicted wound, self-service has the shortest shelf life. Do not consume. See, if heaven can fall, it probably should.

I resurrect my analogy of the locker rupture for the mal-intellectual thugs who prosecute it:

In my country, while attending high school, one had to be very careful to ensure that their gym locker doors were closed and locked completely! Additionally, one didn't let so much as a thread of gym shorts or jersey show as fishable through the small crack betwixt the door and its casement. Stay with me, now.

If you did? That thread would be ferreted out by a diligent juvenile delinquent with anger issues and your gym clothes torn and ruined as they were worried and jerked out of the locker crack, shred by tattered shred! The bottom of the door could even be exploded outward like it had suffered the expulsion of one of Ellen Ripley's Alien chest-bursters! We called them "locker ruptures."

Our aforementioned anti-ufological delinquent, tricked out with his obdurate performances of reflexive denial, on the other hand, might remain minimally admirable if he'd balanced his obsessive energies in the service of ferreting out, once in an f'n while, threads of procedural and logical error in the mechanizations and mal-approbations of his ilk's "lockers," eh? ...Validated a case, once in a while, where it could be validated, instead of invalidation as his purposed and partisan "go-to" move! 

These are significant errors, moreover, abundant in the arguments and researches of his fellow pelicanists and skeptibunkies who are opposed to even the concept of UFOs (while pretending to honestly challenge the "conventional wisdom" of quality (old) cases already abundantly assessed!)... but that's not likely, eh? The late Stanton Friedman was able to point this out in every debate he was ever in... 

See, behavior such as that would counter the by-laws of your garden variety pelicanist guild members and those folks over in their sister clans of concerned scatological klasskurtxians and anxious skeotibunkies! But for these re-re-redigested tatters, tatters they have largely manufactured themselves out of whole cloth, as with the Roswell case, for instance (et sig al), they but serve us but a corrosive disservice, some facile misdirection, and that ever-popular but mendacious scientistic argle-bargle only aping the scientific! These cases, re-re-re-dissected, remain to have an obvious solidity that your sage denier attempts, everlastingly, to ruin... like the gym shorts just described!

These have, say, grasped the skeptibunky's "find one more witness" tatter (of Trindade for example, a case beat to death so badly one cannot be sure of pronouncement upon it one way or the other... the plan and end-game of the denialist one might imagine!) ...like one of those juvenile delinquents I alluded to earlier, and, biting down hard on it with his little ferret-faced rat-fangs, he is content to hang on for dear life, prosecuting his dull and tedious obstinacy... like stubbornness was a virtue! It is not. Not when that stubbornness is backboned by any of the four iterated items above, it's not!

It is not, just as it's not about a mendacious servitor's, "one more witness" disingenuousness. It wouldn't matter to this kind of guy were even the late arch-skeptibunky Philip Klass to stumble forward, from the grave, to say that he was on the boat at Trindade, in the yard at McMinnville, or in the cab with Heflin so in truth, saw, himself, the UFOs in unending contention... Matters not... especially from the grave, eh?

It is about looking beyond the usual confinement, thinking out of the box so redefining (evolving!) the box, and removing oneself from the center of a trumped-up "God's" universe, at all. It's about reading to the period, accepting the larger reality, and combating reactionary denial as cross-purposed and inordinately deconstructive to advancement and elevation... a fist in the throat of our aspiration to transcendence even

It is about truth. It is about justice. It is about a sentient way. It is the way! How could self-honesty, justified humility, and lack of corrosive hubris be any less?

In this writer's opinion, anything else is reactionary stodginess, obsessive pig-headedness, blithering anti-science, actually, and the death of our progressive rationality... ...as some, more sentient than this writer, rather assiduously point out. Check current events. Richard Dolan ain't just whistlin' Dixie

Sceptibunkies should let their shards of current tatters go while their humiliation can still be less regrettable and more manageable. They waste our energy and theirs, and they perform no service, still, but the fluffing of our collective complacency and the corporeal du jour cowardice we endure. Verily, they are unaware that the locker and gym shorts they're trying to rupture through the locked door and ruining frame and casement are actually their own articles. It's their locker, too.

See? The mechanism of re-hashing the same-old hoary hash on the already well-parsed hash of old UFO cases is two-fold, and it's all aimed at the otherwise distracted observer who still sits on the fence regarding the legitimacy of UFOs, at the start. Then, if the "pelicanistic-skeptibunky-klasskurtxian" can demonstrate, even fraudulently, that a jury is still out on the best cases... it is to these cases discredit, first... and then, secondly, by non-admitted extension, to all ufological cases. Concept: obliterated. ...See how that might work? 

If the old bulletproof cases can be made to appear dodgy, then all ufological cases can be made to be perceived, to the fence-sitting masses, as the same kind of dodgy... and by fallacious extension the impetus to investigate any and all ufological cases, past, present, and future is thwarted and ham-strung as an exercise in futility, when it is not. How could it be? The open end of that suspected multiverse seems unavoidable... I've written before regarding happenstance roaring down on us like freight trains... what happens when we don't investigate what's been humming on reality's tracks...

In an ideal world, it will be postulated, this would clearly not be the case. We, however; have learned to accept the "less than ideal" as real. We embrace the evolved reality revealed for all its angels and devils!

Are we going to forget for a moment the denialist's complicity in keeping us from the benefits of that "ideal world"? Are we to disregard their scurrilous effect and duplicitous campaign with regard to the invalidation of same? Are we to overlook their program's imagination-lessness, their disingenuous design, their sad prosecution of same, and their mechanism to ill-facilitate that which they would but pretend not to decry? Not on my watch. These are not truth-seekers, Sir or Madam! These are a truth-"bleeders"!

We bleed collectively, howsoever needlessly, only because of the insentient and duplicitous (even psychotic and mendacious!) dog-worrying activity of them and theirs... or one's portentous willingness to destroy a perfectly good set of gym shorts torn from a perfectly serviceable locker on which they've unethically broken the casement and warped the door! The Hope diamond can be turned to dust with an errant sledge, reader... proving nothing but the inadvisability of having pricey diamonds (UFOs?) around some persons, at all?

No matter how often the metaphorical CGI "smoke-mirror" or "UFO suspending fishing line" has not been substantivally revealed, "trufologists" can, and perhaps should, become comfortable with those cases, even take them for granted to a degree, as good pieces of evidence. Proof of contention. This would be the evidence justifying the continuation of an expenditure of energy in the UFO's regard, at all. ...Not just its dismissal. 

...So maybe, just maybe, a reasonable attitude to any attempt to re-examine these cases non-critically, hair-splittingly, disingenuously, and dismissively... well, that attempt be treated as a form of intellectual heresy and an ironic betrayal of real science... which is, remember, that aspiration to truth, truth though heaven falls to shattered shreds or tattered shards

I suspect we're more aptly served able to rebuild upon a more substantial foundation, after that falling, than trying to build on those same holy scriptures telling us when and where to acquire slaves, murder "disappointing" daughters, or commit senseless genocides... failing us in the corporeal... and whose sigil has an emaciated man torturously suspended by nails on a wooden cross... but I digress. 

Remains, we'd have all this behind us if we'd copped to a ufological reality back in 1952 when the concept first raised its alien head and Harry Truman ordered they be shot down... and they were!

But oh, what a pompous web-load of klasskurtxian crap the denialist will prosecute in tedious denial of all that, eh? ...Like Bill Nye pronouncing authoritatively upon that which he has not seriously investigated, at all. See, and again, no matter how often the conjectured "fishing line" can be demonstrated not to have been there, bumptious "avians" (pelicanists!) have become so adept and comfortable crapping out their ready dismissals that they regard any attempt to protest their duplicitous "reexaminations" as the real heresy! Gaslighting at its fervid best! Not what one would have wished, perhaps, for that "better world," aforementioned, about which some must moan through crocodile tears, Sir and Madam!

That, resolved: cases such as McMinnville, Soccorro, Trindade, and etc, might be part of a canon of ufology to be defended, at cost, as accepted and acceptable. Canon beyond the tortured logics, disingenuous self-interests, bland mendacities... or dead-horse beating (locker rupturing!) weaponizations used by persons too leery of necessary new world-views roaring down on all of us like the aforementioned train. 

...Let world-views and personal philosophies become more cosmically gylanic, if we let them, but promoting canon certainly protected from the ceaseless and inordinate pecking of the impertinent pelicanists, biased ringers perhaps even employed to prosecute the reflexive denials aforementioned, at the start

This is given, of course, precisely because that it is likely that we are not alone in an unknown cosmos! ...And would be much better served, at cost to cat-birds (one suspects), behaving as if we were not.

...And that that is such a game-changer, "innit," though again it's a bullet we could have bitten in 1952. My 40-year-old son would never have known a universe without extraterrestrials in it. I suspect that that universe might have a much broader horizon and greater aspect to it for that brave disclosure than is offered currently...

This is a cosmos where there is and has been time and consolidating surface... area enough, friends and neighbors, not only to substantiate in the existential everything in the single most creative person's imagination... but everything beyond the most basic capacity in an unceasing plethora of such imaginations! Conceive of the inconceivable. That's for good and bad. It's all out there. Choose. That's on you.

The counterproductive and ceaseless criticizing of past cases such as McMinnville, Trindade, Soccoro, etc, are part of the klasskurtxian bag of scurvy skeptibunky tricks, one can observe. These shall be defended against, at cost, and within a trusted unbiased logic, by the protests of more honorable and truth-seeking men and women, regarding same. ...Persons like Jeremy Vaeni, Tyler Kochjohn, Tim Binnall, or Jack Brewer... just to draw notable apts from a hat of notables... Good cops finally calling out the bad? Sense must triumph over self-serving insentience, sometimes

Try to remember that the United States Navy is looking hard at them, right now! What's up with that? Loss leader? Bait and switch? What?! We'll see.

Summing up, perhaps the best way to challenge any mal-critical assault on one of these "old" cases is simply to assess (not label) the person making the criticism as a facile skeptibunky, a too-proud pelicanist, or a scared denialist, and then be allowed to move on to territory unexplored precisely because we've been nagged and niggled re-prosecuting the already well prosecuted instead of that unexplored. Funny that, eh? 

As deconstructive as it is and proves itself to be, no further discussion pertaining to that destruction is needed or necessary. It has abdicated all rights to favorable consideration being beneath that consideration, its concern, or all contempt. Then maybe we can move on to the current and more substantive stuff, exactly what your garden variety pelicanist would seem to oppose. ...And funny, that!

Those of you in this outlined clan of reflex denialists! You and yours only shred metaphorical shorts from the broken casements of ruptured lockers, your own, I remind! 

It remains to be the way, the only way you can mount your weepy challenges to ufology, or prosecute your inconsequent mal-critical assault on UFOs. The pelicanist remains to be known... known by its somehow impassioned yet desultory and nonsensical squawk and the fetid mal-intellectual droppings it leaves in its intellectually impoverishing wake, only, Sir, and Madam, or by anything else they'd distractingly utter in what only seems to be an otherwise reasonable and reasoned discourse.

"Truth..." Those are sneer quotes. The uninformed presumption of these outlined reflexive deniers, rife with toxic hubris and wallowing unjustified arrogance, ages as badly as it initially smells, eh? I am moved to just let one's massive hubris "tag and bag" its own misunderstanding... let it un-bravely prosecute those little articles of "reality tunnel" presumption employed... but that it disserves us so egregiously! ...All the while, remember, already vast and expanding multiverses loom before us like a gaping tooth-filled maw, more unknowable than they are unknown and with greater shadows revealed for every brightening of our meager little lamp

Moreover, who can depend on a clock never correct because it moves its own hands around to sense time as it would have it measured?  These, be not proud.

Whistle passed that graveyard, little darlin's. When your religion is unblinking hypocrisy, your science an inflation of unjustified hubris, and your patriotism is but patent treason, all you have is that which dissolves inexorably before you... enjoy, eh? It's entirely on you. There's some truth... sneer quotes are unnecessary and one's locker remains intact.

Wednesday, April 28, 2021

...Frying Eggs Ever After...

From a work appropriated from Reagan Lee...

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What's another hurdle 
has the *saucer* people fretting... 
while observing what evolves
 to be our fate
It's the treatment of our children 
in their squalid little classrooms 
where we teach our "party-lines" 
to kids betrayed!
.
Half-truths and distortions 
fill our books all out of date, 
and kids wallow in this fantasy 
produced ...'til it's too late! 
See, It's the text from too few publishers
it's fundamental Christians
it's chiseled moms and dads 
who pay the freight 
for Smaug's decisions!
.
Yeah, it's these damp and rotting classrooms 
where we've sown what we will reap
They're designed 
to make kids hate them, see...
...if you hadn't made that leap! 
Staffed by "the worried nervous
who are loath to "light a fuse," 
the "teachers" are expendable, 
so it's them who turns those screws!
.
Almost, like it's built to fail
creating the delinquent 
...burn them from the middle class 
to fill one's corporate prisons
Keep them skill-less and belligerent 
so they earn a lessor pay; 
keep them hopeless and indifferent; 
have them grovel; 
make them pray?
.
...Contrive their educations 
so there is no *education* 
(to discern, as such, some quality... 
...one might say); 
give them grades to fill the job-fairs 
for the "dead-end service worker" 
that the corporate boys "provide..." 
for lesser pay?
.
Then, the insult of our nation
the 'man' is selling education... 
...which would keep folks from 
the meanest kinds of work... 
It's big bucks to go to college, 
so the masses never go; 
that's reserved for Buzz and Skippy
but forget that working Joe!  
Dependant on the money
stuff that's in "some short supply"
well served is corporate welfare 
where so few can live so high!
.
The *watchers* watch us legislate 
this "...conscious disrespect," 
grasping talons of the *rights
of "priests" and "kings."  
So, they wonder if we're sensing 
we're consuming all our "seed corn"
that we will the grand disaster 
that this brings!
.
Do they marvel on our "process"—
(our unmitigated gall...) 
to rob a blighted "Peter" 
...to pay a rich, benighted "Paul."  
Do they further ponder thinking, 
as we make this "trigger pull," 
why we're truly so disordered
wanting honor, and so dull!
.
Yes, it's how we treat our children 
...keeps the saucer folk obscured! 
It's our "game plan" of indifference
then, to which we are inured
It's our wanton lack of horse-sense 
as we use our kids for grease... 
to lube the tracks of profit 
for the few who do the least!
.
The saucers surely judge us 
but continue their "recording," 
as they dodge about, 
and blink out in the sky! 
...But it's we who'll bear the judging 
when we read it sometime hence, 
and there won't be much to laugh at
and too much to make us cry...
.




...The joy, of course, after that settled cleansing of initial sorrow? It will be indescribable! We'll share that joy and it will be increased even as any remaining misery is proportionally and invariably decreased. That's the way it works. This writer's intuition is that such is the nature of things where spades are identified as "task obvious" shovels!

...What's "trigger pull"?

Well, succinctly, it's the act of pulling a gun trigger. A combat veteran, I've adequate experience with the concept and consequences of same. See, "trigger pull" is the line of demarcation between the actuality of "before one pulls the trigger" and "after one pulls the trigger." Between these two concepts is a GULF... but it is the thing achieving the formality of actual occurrence (or not), or, the "trigger pull," to which we allude.  "Formality of actual occurrence" is a key concept. It happens... or it does NOT happen.

Before one pulls a trigger, one has an egg. After one pulls the trigger one has a fried egg... one shan't un-fry that egg, eh? In turn, it seems that many times a dud is the preferred round. See, a fried egg's fried forever after.

It's like sex, in a way, too. "Before" is a teasing itch. "During" is, trigger pulled, that itch deliciously scratched. "After" is having to live ever after with the consequences of that scratched itch. Pregnancy perhaps, Disease perhaps, Embarrassment perhaps, Violence perhaps, Loss of trust, family, and property... Pecuniary liability... Guilt... the downside is legion, even fatal, eh? The upsides are few and far between...?

I pulled a now regretted trigger once in combat haunting me to this day. Combat is no excuse. I killed because I wanted to kill, lusted to kill, before... then during... with absolutely no thought to the ever after. The ongoing "After" is all that remains. Had I known...

Southeast of Ho Chi Minh City (then Saigon) in late 1970 there was a small if inexplicable out-cropping of rock amidst the paddies with a tiny cave mouth ensconced in the south side of it. Perhaps a Holy place, it could have been there since the beginning of time. "Charlie," (an affectation for "Cong": used to dehumanize fellow humans like "Gook" or "Slope") was supposed to be in there. An Aircraft Commander for the 135th Assault Helicopter Company, I'd flown a Special Forces team in by UH-1 to deal with the "problem."

The team leader, a Sergeant First Class with three tours in country—he liked it—asked me if I wanted a "piece." Misery does love company, eh? I, too eagerly, accepted and spent the better part of an hour chunking M-40 grenades into the cave mouth with an M-79.

Good times were had by all. We cooked up some "C"s and told war stories. I must have put 30 rounds into the small cave mouth before somebody, not me, went over to have a look... Worryingly, there had been no expected secondary explosions...

Finally, one of the team's "Tunnel Rats" went in to see, at last dragging out a badly chewed-up teenaged boy. No weapons were found... Want, lust, and eagerness evaporated pretty quickly reader, and I am tormented still.

Finding out we were lied into that war, too? The torment and regret only gets worse. I flew back to my presently erased base camp at Di An not at all the same young man flying out.

There were consequences to my actions that I'd not considered beforehand, see? Fried eggs remain fried, remember. I stayed in the Army as it turned out and was assiduous about that lesson to superiors, contemporaries, and subordinates alike, thereon, for the remainder of a 23-year career.

Think before you pull the trigger. The "before" and "during" are many times too well trumped by the eternal "after," and that can burn like a hot twisted knife... 


Saturday, April 10, 2021

Quarantine!

Kept down, off, and away?

Quarantine!
by Alfred Lehmberg


Quarantine? Well, not the one provoked by COVID or any other terrestrial disease. No, this would be one imposed on an entirety of our aggregate humanity as a result of attitude... ...ours, and the one imposing quarantine! 

The effects will largely be the same. Moreover? It may be that the quarantining operate out of pragmatic self-protection as if we were the disease! Uh-oh...

Those effects to which we allude? Punishing isolation, emotional inbreeding, and that existential dread provoked thereby... It just doesn't have to be that way.

We experience all this presently, in reality, one can acknowledge... in our very corporeal existentialism (living lives lived) and these lives are bespeaking the, and even abject, medieval, for the most part, reader... if current events are any indication! The mean life experience of humanity is observed as soul-withered and dire even as I will address the provenance for a different KIND of justification... justifying a new, much more secular and humanistic, soul search... one gylanic* where a writer's writ to a grokked period... communicating "goodwill" to our quarantining entity (?)... and to ourselves, reader, if there is no quarantine or entity! We "win," either way!

Remains, on the subject of our conjectured quarantine, this writer would speak of a "quarantine" foreshadowing even greater magnitudes of emotional inbreeding and existential dread than is experienced, globally, currently! No? ...How about a cosmic quarantine? ...And there we are.

That's moving up the scale to "God" level considerations, eh? You know... where we could be headed were we to play our cards intelligently

Blasphemy? Well, we're the children of God, some would say necessarily. So, a fecund God presumed, "God's Children," would be reality... even if errant... 

That's got to be true if there was a "God" producing "children," and true, reader? What parent doesn't want their children to "grow up," to stand shoulder to shoulder with them in the multiverse, but the psychotic one? ...Remember "Carrie's" Mom?

So... Quarantined by what or who... ..."aliens"? C'mon! 

Divorced from a cosmic entelechy as "Incarcerated Psychopaths" of justified needs and for legitimate cause... by aliens!? What!? Who? Us? The crown of creation?!? We whom "the Angels" serve? The favorites of God?! Yeah... Push today's dirty hamper-sock all up in that!

If we *crown* creation, at all, reader, it's a crown of poisoned thorns (?), self-absorbed, fallacious, egotistical, and wholly obnoxious thorns! No, we would have earned our enforced solitude, reader, if there is any of this conjectured enforcement! Verily, we beg for our quarantine! We solicit our isolation! We are precisely why we are "the 'alone' in [life's] flight to the 'alone.' " 

Again! It doesn't have to be that way! These are but choices we make!

...And yes, yes... yes! This writer is well aware that humanity can be argued to be as beautiful as it is grotesque. Awareness is in abundance that we have justifications, qualifications, substantiations, and other laudible candidates for a possible vindication, even, or we might be removed entirely out of hand

Our arts and efficacious sciences are a far reach... precisely as they are sans all grasp! That's not enough by itself. Reach will exceed grasp, but we don't operate like we have an awareness of that... or the consequences levied for same! 

We're not enough, thus far... we're not enough when we'll "eat our own young," not out of necessity... but of short-sighted and psychopathic convenience! ...Think all that goes unobserved? Do you? 

No, if there? They watch!

...Eat our young? Exactly! Look "large" with me a moment for this example:

Consider Nikola Tesla: a man of supernormal intellect and industry who could have had us living efficaciously in "space cities"... produced out of our metallic and water-filled asteroid belt... for a ring of sentient humanity around our star! ... If humanity had had the sense to follow his lead... 

But, ...no. In our tradition of the "Christ not adhered to," it is Tesla the true Christ "crucified"! This writer says true!

See, as soon as his financial backers discovered the powerful personal autonomy potential of Tesla's eclectically electric ideas (ie: conceiving of power for *nothing* for everyone), they blithely ignored a potential for humanity's aggregate enrichment and greatness proffered—they shined him on and shut him down... 

They shut him down, dried up the money, betrayed his confidence (so, all honor!), and then smeared and libeled him an errant crackpot! Edison, a capering corporate imp, helped expansively

Such, of course, was decidedly not so. In truth, 180 degrees out, and at a run? Tesla was the antithesis of any of that. 

No. Tesla was Prometheus!

...He died a pauper in a seedy New York "flop" after decades of being led down a primrose corporate path by corporate betrayers! ...And at the MOMENT of his death, reader? A covetous Government swept in to presume dominion of his works and genius even as these revelations are not remotely disseminated, this writer would bet, to the sorry likes of the rest of us... and, to this day

That tres-reptilian and non-mammalian corpocracy was, and is, the pox upon us, even as it is "of" and "from" ...even if it is "departing from" us! See, we're not a mammalian humanity! We are a reptilian corpocracy! We can be readily assessed as a cosmic disease entirely fit for quarantine; any prosecution could rest!

Does the reader think it was Edison who was the electrical Prometheus for aggregate humanity? No. Please, return to the clue queue. 

Edison was just another low-voltage and lizard-like sociopath overcome by ego, without all humility, and hobbled by his own hubris like the rest of his foul psychopathically corporate ilk! By comparison, Tesla was a SAINT having saintly attributes in SPADES, reader!! 

See: it's Tesla's "liver daily eaten by a huge bird of prey"!  That's the wage paid for succeeding in the mission to bring real fire to humankind! No good deed goes unpunished! Say that's not so. Then be entirely disabused of your toxic notion.

Consider further... YOU, reader, have remotely affordable electrical power energizing your DREAMS today... only because of the "Alternating Current" insight provided by Nicola Tesla! This was an insight Edison "fought tooth and claw" against even as he admitted the clear superiority of Tesla's idea at the end of his under-educated, too well-rewarded, and ultimately non-Promethean life! See... there was more MONEY to be extorted from a consumer in a "direct current," only environment... an environment vastly incapable of powering even a mid-twentieth Century civilization, much less one of a 21st Century!

It was "the grandest of great ideas" Tesla had; broadcasting power wirelessly, all over the globe... it just didn't fill a short-term corporate pocket full of boundlessly soulless cash-worshippers who, bereft of all efficacious imagination, couldn't figure out how to put it on an f'n meter! ...What reptiles, reptiles without the remotest imagination, humility, humanity, or grasp we can be... and all too often...

Nicola Tesla, unfettered, would have banished the snare of wires long ago! Additionally, our planet rendered to a garden planet, we could now be sailing between the stars, this writer would bet, on the heretofore undiscovered power broadcasted so furiously from them! 

How much money is made in THAT economy, eh? Sincerely, if you don't get in on the lower floor the elevator won't take you up with it, at all! No! You are, instead, run over by the freight train you could have CAUGHT to the stars!
 
...Observe! Restricted by a handful of ready psychopaths ostensibly acting in our best interests, we are symbolically tethered to the ground by wire even into even the 21st Century, and that unwelcome leash becomes only more and more confining and self-limiting as time unwinds. That wire, reader, binds us in more than one way. No... we are fettered, by our psychopathy, from the stars to which we could be heir! 

Instead, and increasingly, do we but rot in justified quarantine to become more and more emotionally inbred and sociologically divided and obscene...? One can agree it is conceivable. ...Read on. 

*Gylanic: A "partnership social system" based on equality of men and women. This is a society where inherent individuals and systems progress toward higher, more evolved, and more complex levels of function! This is opposed to more deconstructive hierarchical systems of human ranking where one gender dominates the other via force or threat of force, inhibiting the higher function of the overall social system... and the individuals within.

Saturday, March 27, 2021

...Capturing Belief...


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A "top-kick" for things 
keeping saucers away... (?) 
...is the stuff we call "News," 
or "the lies of the day." 
Attractive and structured, 
it seems non-facetious, 
but reality shows 
it's contrived 
and, quite, specious.  
.
...Some more than others, 
as agencies go; 
consider FOX News 
as Sean "sucks hard" and "blows"... 
but all of these "efforts"... 
somewhat guilty of same, 
consider Chuck Todd
and some others by name...
.
See, these dodge real truth 
in a mix of thin dreams 
to prevaricate "balance"...
..."Flawed" and "FUBAR" a mean?! 
Our Earth is in peril 
within and without; 
to equivocate "nonsense"
while hypocrites pout?  
.
We're threatened by asteroids, 
imperiled with storms, 
we spin in a bleakness 
that CAN'T be the norm! 
...The face of the sun 
is bereft of its spots, 
but the news is of "Flotsam"
and some *Jetsom* they've got!
.
Yeah, surf the foul "wave" 
of a "News" that is cable. 
See the evasion
you canif you're able! 
It's "Birther" and "Teabags" 
or "Right-winger" brain-stain. 
These distract from alternatives... 
like a holocaust's freight train
.
Its cars are disaster, 
starvationharsh times. 
The caboose is a time bomb 
and gravid with crime. 
...The engine's the "news"; 
so, derailed, abused... 
we're played, disrespected... too, 
we're wholly defused.
.
Our eyes, then, where they want them 
...on our "tricked out" bed of nails... 
milking meager livelihoods, 
and the spending that entails... 
...the middle-class dissolving 
like some sugar in the rain, 
earnest folk conditioned 
it's their lot to lose all gain.
.
The *talking heads* 
are quick to preach 
"sound channels" for our thinking, 
but their *news* is a distraction... 
from real scabrous monsters slinking!  
.
Its spoor distorts cognition
clues us out (by all intention!)... 
distracted, then, 
from what it was they stole
is my contention!
.
So, what might these be stealing, then, 
employing craft and guile
what soulless machinations 
are deployed for such as styled?
.
They steal our sensibility. 
They steal our self-respect! 
They steal to feed the monster 
for their *stuff*; 
we write the checks
They steal our potential... 
built our castles in their air 
then stroked abused libidos 
so's to move us in up there!
.
No, as "suckers" shorted even breaks, 
admit that we're betrayed.  
Why, even now "they" tighten coils... 
these reptiles! Corporate snakes!  
See, employed's "malfeasant media
and it's used as needs arise 
by the class providing sustenance 
to a "news" we should despise... 
so, call it "news" or "entertainment"—
"infotainment" if you'd rather. 
It's a mass prevarication
shameful twaddle... harmful blather!
.
Too, the news is but a mouthpiece 
for elitists... ...we uphold!  
...Glad bastards owning "meters," 
the ones with all control. 
The unelected boss-man, 
the one who sets his tone, 
the one who shafts you endlessly? 
... It's you ensures his throne!
.  
Yeah, try to drink this "infotainment" 
when you thirst for real news, 
and you're choking on miasma
confounded and confused.
We buy reversing mortgages
and the blue big-boner pills
and so sell out our potential
For a rich man's lurid thrills.
.
Too bad you learn your fear's respect 
for his kicking in your knees!  
He'll have his way completely
He does as he would please. 
He writes your harsh morality, 
then charges you its fees! 
"News" is a misnomer; 
it's a show to seeyou see
.
There's nothing "news" about it; 
it's contrived for you and me.  
See, he owns the news-day *cycle*, 
or his "Lawyers" work for free!
.
...So, "he" makes a lot of nothing 
and ignores the real tale. 
You're imprisoned in your mind, you see
a contrived but solid jail.  
Why, they can even hide the saucers 
surely filling daytime skies! 
They obviate more honest folk 
from "bully pulpits," right?
.
And, the *NEWS* works hard to keep you 
from its subtle—awful truth. 
There's little that they can report
they're muzzled, so, abstruse
Too, the "bone-yard" is awash my friends 
with the skeletal remains 
of journalists who won't "play ball" 
and were ejected from the game!
.
That's why they fill the airwaves 
with a blend of "panic stew" 
and the sex acts of politicos 
served up to me and you...
Lo, the truth would storm their castles 
with its books "broke wide"laid bare! 
It would shatter toxic battlements 
with the histories, it could share. 
See, truth swings a sword indifferent 
to the wishes of smug men—
reveals at last the callousness 
they've used upon us, friend.
.
See, truth lays the blame, 
isn't tame, 
can't be lame, 
or be defamed. 
It stands apart and is the frame, 
avoiding same, 
or any shame!  
...Too, so tuned in explication, 
understanding is relief, 
so truth as told, 
when told that way, 
will capture all belief!
.
It's true. The Media's hiding saucers 
and our future from our senses. 
Machinations of elitists, 
through their newsfeeds: 
drive us senseless! 

The *NEWS* is just the corporate shill 
for "products" snakes must "sell." 
It doesn't really matter that 
these stink... or reek and smell

Too, the "watchers" are repelled anew 
with each new lie they witness 
and are frightened by our conduct... 
or the manner of news "business." 
It can even be most incomplete
salacious, and malforming
its "mission" is to sell bad "soap," 
and that should be alarming.

Thursday, March 11, 2021

Think About...


Think About...
by Alfred Lehmberg

Think about the unconscious (?), but artful, effects of erosion on the surface of our planet spaceship Earth... Millions of years of some ceaseless something, doing something ceaselessly to the face of our globe... and all globes to one degree... or another!

On most, livid Magma gushes from tortured fissures! The Earth's crust shatters violently into raggedly ravaged "plates" shifting chaotically! Grinding by one another in its catastrophic chaos of stress and torture, attempting to rid themselves of the terrible excess heat, they prepare nature's canvas for an ageless kind of macroscopic artistry... art far older, even, than the age of our indifferent star! Water, we note, has always been water, too.



Concurrently in the hell-scape, one would observe torrential rains eat away at our forever evolving landscape like a hungry acid shower driven by the energy of creation—gravity! The inconstant extremes of heedless Sol further turns that stone-carving rainwater into tiny little "tool" mechanisms of timeless irresistibility—hammers and chisels ceaselessly contracting and expanding microscopic levers. These "hammers and chisels" of hydraulic irresistibility, working busily and unceasingly to sculpt the tormented surface of our rocky starship, render what can only be called natural works of art!

It is the water, finally, used like trillions upon trillions of tiny stone-affecting tools—shaping, restructuring, and reinventing the rocky masterpieces of our singular planet home. Some of the art produced by this profoundly perfect process suggests the (immodest) spire of the Washington Monument even, but, as an artist who can carve the whole of a planet's face with her knowing fingers... erosion is capable of much GRANDER artifice!

Beneath the tortured fissures mentioned earlier huge columns of the aforementioned magma rise! These battering lava flows insistently fracture the overlying rock with tremendous extremes—diamond-producing—pressures, and (finally!) spew forth into the open air as monstrously expressed and exploding GOUTS of liquid rock, boiling mud, and choking ash! Seen from above, it is Nature casually preparing to throw her monumental statuary!

The smoke-belching studios of her violent artistry run for eons, pushing the plastic rock higher and farther up into the centers of these angry mountains intruded—time passes and proud peaks are torturously produced... peaks with harder centers waiting to be exposed...

Time does, what it does. What inexorable means.

...Millions of years after these eruptions have ceased, the weaker exteriors of these extinct volcanoes have worn away to the ceaseless manipulations of their inexorable water craftsman... Then...

Revealed, reader! Previously buried, but now sky pointing, rocky interiors of breathtaking statuary! Hundreds of feet tall, they rise into the air like stony skyscrapers dwarfing the latter. The air howls and moans around them noisily like ephemeral companies of lost artistic souls... and time marches on!

These tough vertical interiors stand alone, at last (after millions of years), like the (too rudely) phallic Washington monument already described... unrepentant rocky columns of ancient basalt accusing the indifferent sky with rigid and unwavering fingers!



Returning abruptly to the ubiquitous water craftsman, and owing to water's peculiar ability to be at its most dense four WHOLE degrees above the point at which it freezes solid—a miracle (and why frozen water floats!)—it is the water used to shape and carve these monuments as only water can. It is the water—finally—constituting the real tool of this not-so-subtle artist of erosion! The proudly pointing pillars that the water creates, remain... chiseled from the surrounding weaker rock and leaving these unwavering stony structures as extant... like the unsung supports of the sky itself!

Similar pillars, monuments, or columns can be found on the surface of the moon. ...Wait. What? ...Tilt!

Yes. Consider the moon.

Stasis is a word synonymous with her lunar body. Her surface remains unchanged and unmoving but for the chance meteoric affliction or the shuffling feet of the—too-rarely-present—astronaut.

Virtually changeless, the only things that regularly MOVE on her silent lunar face are the sharp-edged shadows created by the unrestricted sun—hard cornered but insubstantial wraiths our star chases around as it bakes her previously distressed and pockmarked still-life surface. A lover's heart drawn in the dead gray dust of her lunar soil will likely outlast all the earthly pyramids and, even, the inexorable seas that wash those pyramids away...

There is no atmosphere to carry the wind-borne tools of erosion's artistry on our moon. There is no water casually moved around to be used as tiny rock scarring levers.

Little, or no, lunar volcanic activity PRECLUDES the formation of the rocky lava towers to begin with—irrespective of this dearth of erosive mechanisms to dig them away! Yet, they ARE there!

What are they?

. . . Somebody knows!

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Feschino, the May family, and a bearded Ron Shaver... Flatwoods, AF! by Alfred Lehmberg   This writer had written earlier that a timel...

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