Justification

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

Wednesday, February 23, 2022

Finding's Looking



Outside, I couldn't see "them," 
so then went inside again... 
occluded by my thoughts 
on "what they are."
Occlusion was depression,
This was what some "clouds" can do...
Ignoring, in their hubris...
"moving stars." 
. 
I reflected on the hiding 
of this "thing" so large or vast ... 
exceeding any measure 
of a section or a class, 
and the suffocation's woeful 
like I'm underneath some heel; 
the atmosphere is cloistered 
like I cannot "breathe" or "feel"...
.
Do I feel... imposition 
that the sky somehow projects? 
The clouds becomes a metaphor 
for: "that you shan't detect"? 
So then, cut off by malevolence 
to the fullness of one's life (!), 
we feel withered, drawn, emulsified, 
or whittled by its knife...
...
...
"Craft" leap and dance 
behind those clouds (!), 
each one a different color, 
 it's like color in a spectrograph, 
but then wider, Brighter—FULLER!! 
...See, these boil ultra-violet! 
Then, they simmer infrared! 
They churn in colors one shan't see! 
One's mind is blown instead!
...
...
Still, I'm sans all "observation" 
under soggy, humid clouds. 
There's a harshness to the "atmosphere" 
which, then, foams uncalled for... ...doubt...
.
I shall not spread my human arms, 
and cleave the heavens unalarmed 
while... "fathers" of convenient "place" 
destroy my planet for their "faith"?!
.
Things aren't the way 
we thought they were 
while hidden by those clouds, 
mon frère!
Everything is out of locus, 
has no meaning... is sans all focus!
.
This drives that "look with longing" 
for some "easy answers," friend! 
It makes one want to go along, 
give in, and just pretend ... 
that "we are but alone in space"! 
We are IT! Just us—OUR RACE (?!), 
and we, of course ("creation's jewel"), 
are not just gangs of... grinning ghouls!
.
...We have substance, we have smarts—
we have sense ... Friend, we have hearts? 
That we would have a spotless spirit 
or make some aspiration near it? 
That justice is, most times, at hand (!)... 
that freedom's where we make that stand?
...But not the kind from autocrats,
their lumpen fools... or plutocrats!
 .
Those neo-con's need high-colonics... 
...for FASCIST's sickness—sadly chronic!
.
...Clinton was a vapid cheater 
who betrayed his only wife 
(...but produced a healthy kid, yet, still!)... 
with no additions to our strife.
. 
I preferred him, even knowing 
he's the left arm of some "beast," 
he didn't take my money, 
or kill my friends, at least! 
He didn't cut school lunches 
while he lauded "family values"! 
...And he didn't cleave the country twain 
for "profit" or "what have you"!
.
Now, Reagan ruined Carter, 
Bush's lies would heap that stage... 
TЯUMP's massive trickle "ups" of bucks 
should fill us all with rage!  
It's these monsters who were "cheated" 
t'would be breaking down our doors—
dragged to bloody streets become 
a "vicious killing floor"...!  
Though, THEY ...our "erstwhile 'statesman,'" 
these just OOZE benign neglect! 
While Clinton "was an Ogre"?  
Why... 'cause he liked his penis wet?!
.
...Now we stand beyond all help 
for actions made by Bush's whelp, 
a dry-drunk sans all nuanced sense, 
"deserting twice from combat," yes!
.
All this, extant, while stars explode 
and flying saucers swoop and glow... 
but travel in their way, mysterious—
pulsing through our skies, imperious!
.
Reality's a fevered scream! 
Do space-folk dream more "cosmic" dreams... 
in manners we shall not determine? 
We don't grok! That's predetermined!
.
Everyday *these* people pray 
for unborn babies, "save their day," 
but once they're born (?!) 
forgot, forlorn... 
...they better feel that Christian horn!
.
Or? "Reviled and shut out from life—
a victim's "double standard" strife... 
These took their licking, 
kept on "ticking," 
so fill our jails, 
barely flinching!"
...
Wait a moment! What is this?
Depression's wane? A shot at bliss? 
...

...Yes, blown away those clouds, glad fate (!!!), 
Sky's clearing saw "Orion's" gait! 
...He strode across the starry sky 
like flying diamonds, soaring high!
.
...And there, beside huge Betelgeuse, 
a -flicker- blinked alive, abstruse (!), 
to swim so grandly predawn air—
a UFO was blandly there!
.
...Just a point of light that moved, 
my glass dispels a plane with crew... 
the circle of unblinking light 
moves WEST against a starfield, bright!
. 
...And I saw it, it was there (!), 
moving weirdly here to... "where"?! 
Flashing lights in nonattendance!! 
Breaking major laws ...some business!
.
See, no "flash" to its position? 
Well, its "flash" avoids collision! 
One's flashing light's, of needs, required—
"colliding planes" are not desired!
. 
See, it's "wrong" when you can't see these; 
By law, light's measured 
—flash— 
proceeds, these...
port and starboard's red and green's 
required light, so more, it seems!
UFOs shan't have these lights
Announcing presence there at night...
.
...So, oft times then, these are hidden... 
by some tyranny of clouds, unbidden! 
Though now, it* can be seen so plain 
sans ragged/rancid doubt's refrain!!  
The sky is mind perceived as such 
...but filled with more than "stars," yes, MUCH!
...Though, awash in contradictions 
you're betrayed... strange "interdictions."
Impositions with agenda
Inefficacious, so not a friend... yeah... 
...
Anomaly unmasked, by Thor!
...(Your god of choice where less is more)... 
but, this is why you "sign your contract"!
The future is an autodidact!
It builds from what has gone before,
...from what was which we might deplore! 
At present it has black-paned windows 
and exploding hidden doors, akimbo! 
Still, digging up the truth-soaked ground 
is what we should be doing, proud! 
Do it 'fore it "needs" it, friend! 
It's our honor at the end!




  • When you look? You find! Sincerely!
  • Restore John Ford!
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* — that... those. Them. Them, plain as spots on apples replete in history, and seven anxious categories of same.

Saturday, January 22, 2022

Will Penna... Teacher.




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Will Penna, our very affectionately known and constructively original Beat/Hip/Raver, has passed from us.

Of one Will Penna we shall observe at this time that when the cutting edge of our human experience provoked the “Beat” initiative and we all began to suspect that what was offered up by our niggardly culture-du-jour was inefficacious, at best, Will Penna was Beat. 

When, with a little help from friends, humanity began pushing the envelope of our culture into what was intellectually revolutionary and “Hip,” Will Penna was Hip. 

When the pushback from a lumpen establishment thwarted humanity’s exploration into itself creatively, philosophically, and educationally in that culture, so, provoking our rage’s rave, Will Penna was a Raver.

Will Penna, and clearly, was at the incisive edge and forefront of our humanity’s constructive desire to know itself, fully. He “understood,” and he could transfer that understanding. He was this writer's 
entirely giving teacher.

Generations of young women and men, to include this writer, would come to know the judicious, emboldening, and knowledgeable efficacy of Will Penna’s educational lanterns, and these lives would be enriched and enlivened by them. This writer was.

We would all go forward, then, into the trials and travails of our lives and, to some degree, reproduce that efficacy alluded to, and that Will Penna modeled like a complete and utter gentleman without agenda of any kind... if one was worthy... That was a "worthiness" on the individual and not from Will Penna's judgment. This writer was efficaciously encouraged to that aspiration.

We countless women and uncounted men would be more complete and whole citizen “beings” as a result, if we could hear the music. This person aspired to hear.

We are a better Nation and better humanity for Will Penna’s selfless contribution as a friend and educator to all of us knowing him. It’s a little darker now, unquestionably, for his passing. He was this writer’s “Mr. Chips.”

Additionally, Will Penna was a 21st Century man providing for a more expansive and complete definition for same. Before Will Penna, gender "laws" were written in disingenuous, uninformed, and unsupported stone for this writer. Will Penna was a sensible change agent for all that.

Will Penna was among the first to provide for this writer a model and example for one's manhood, where not womanhood, exemplifying humanity’s existential reality as a dazzling collection of multifaceted, individual, and highly original human beings. Many of these will be persons perhaps charged by Will Penna with an ability to aspire to be something greater, then... greater than they might have otherwise thought themselves to be, otherwise, without the influence of one Will Penna. This writer’s life would have taken a different path, sans Will Penna’s impact on him, decidedly, and he is, therefore, grateful for that impact. This writer would not change a thing.

Will Penna revealed to a listener that most “difference” was to be honestly explored, not avoided or dismissed to placate the unreasoning and unsubstantiated fears of those unfairly canted and hypocritically disingenuous; those with tacit so self-interested agendas to grind. Will Penna typified intelligent courage in the face of unreasoning fear. 

Will Penna presumed earnest responsibility-taking as the ready remedy to toxic cultural indifferences and bigotries. Will Penna practiced, and selflessly by this writer's measure, a higher grade of love to be prosecuted in the place of reasonless hatreds, superstitions, and those lurid bigotries. He was this writer’s “Plato.”

Will Penna was organized and objective. Will Penna was constructive and comprehensive. Will Penna was as flexible as he was acceptable, and he as was as specific as he was thoughtful. These are defining teacher’s qualities taught by this writer in military service academies, and, to high nines, he was every one of them. He was certainly one of this writer’s brighter inspiring lights to aspiration and meaningful self-actualization, an aggregate efficacy spanning 73 years, thus far. Will Penna was one of the brighter sentient lights to an "aggregate human efficacy" one was encouraged to aspire to.

Will Penna is gone from this plane, now, of biological needs and for the unavoidable cause. It remains that he will be living on a long time in the constructive memories of those he had touched but who will never know of his passing, as we have. A sentient seeker and intrepid cosmic explorer, Will Penna was this writer’s personified "Mr. Natural."

Moving, now, far beyond what the rest of us see as far before them… and so now, justifiably, having no time for those he leaves behind, understandably… Will Penna currently dines with Kafka, McKenna, Leary, and Krishna... is plugged into the unguessable and unknowable multiverse beyond all "imagination" and mere causal "understanding"; the one he'd journeyed to, arrived at last. 

It remains here with us that Will Penna lived an efficaciously colorful life, touching too many memories to count, in the best possible and most productive ways conceivable... or not! That's the corporeal existential as that crow flies...That is this writer's assessment. We pause to remember what we can, where we can, and how we can.

Will's was a life well-lived... a life to be admired and feted. We're, all of us, better for him having been here. He was, finally, for almost 60 years, this writer’s friend, and who this writer still wants to be when he grows up.

Adios, Mr. Penna.






Sunday, January 16, 2022

"Why so... Angry"



"Why so... Angry"
by Alfred Lehmberg

We've been raped... 
abused, confined... 
by our culture—skin and mind! 
Better contracts could be had!  
Bug-Eyed Monsters! Not so bad?

  • Perhaps, not so bad! Abused, is, after all, abused! We endure plenty of that from our own brother and sister human beings! Yea and verily!

  • How much worse could a Bug-Eyed Monster be, gentle reader, beyond the contrived human hubris that they'd condescend to lay their eggs in our abdomens or even flay us for our adrenal glands... but then we'll remember those teased-up nicotine eggs laid in lungs of lay humanity by our respected "captains of industry," its legions of cruel facilitators (read stockbrokers and supporters in Congress) AND our *elected* leaders selling known harm, clear and present, because, well... cash!  Don't these feed upon lay humanity like lurid alien predators on terrestrial prey? Are we not our own bug-eyed monster?

  • Sigourney Weaver, in the character of Warrant Officer Ellen Ripley in the movie ALIEN, said it best. "I don't know which of us is worst," she observed to her evil corporate antagonist, Carter Burke. "You don't see [the aliens] screwing each other over for a percentage!"

  • A ...Percentage...
  • Lately, one of the more intellectually flaccid and portentous blogging popinjays speculated aloud, defusively, as to what it was people like me might have to be so damned "angry" about... [pause for forced laughter]!

  • "...angry"! "...So angry." "...What's the anger for"? ...Wonders this smirking cyber-imp or centrist pretender from Klasskurtxia, this reflex rationalist—this bothersome bothsiderist... like it was our problem, at the start! 

  • This pompous knee-jerk reductionist whey-face. This stealthy half-dried net-weasel and reproductionist joit-head. This non-progressive and slack-jawed scientistic (sic) flat-earther and errant mal-appropriated hyper-Cartesian bug-bear... Not name-calling. Assessment!

  • Has it ever occurred to the reader that this anger as alluded to (as unjustified) is ever brought up in these "dialogues" (as a dismissible negative, that is)... only to broach faux-"concern" about the "anger" of such... but have no intention of actually discussing the suggested (itemized, validated, and legitimized!) reasons for that anger! ...Justification for said anger! Grounds for said anger! Motivation and Rationale for said anger! Cause, Basis, and Explanation for said anger, forgetting honest apology! An anger's raison d'être, reader! The question is begged: are there ever reasons for "anger"?

  • Great suffering and most barragrugous ZOT!  Of course, some anger is justified! Those who would suggest that it is not, out of hand, do so only to obfuscate and confound the salient issues around that anger and retreat from responsibility for same!

  • My anger is anger decidedly well-couched, honored reader! Honed in decades of consideration in continued service, selflessness, and a considered aspect (...I've lied to or stolen from no one, as that bird flies, and I aspired to follow the data even as it gored my own ox...). 

  • This "dismissed as unfounded and inappropriate" anger has ever been expressed as it could be expressed... in any manner that a 21st Century Computer revolution might provide to even the most minimally creative... eh? Present!

  • Of purposed Word, Image, Motion Picture, and Song innocently produced and displayed? That well-canted critic crippled by uninformed bias and a faux-cautious cant can just... eat me... you know?

  • Specifically where, the reader might ask, "Where is your anger described, in any way, as justified... really, in the existential? Where is it writ large that you harbor anger?" Fair question! 


  • Well, first remember that this writer is a 74-year-old person with global experience, is retired military, and is a combat vet with an accredited college education. The writer has become aware of some of the primary histories starting as far back as 4 Billion BCE. Small hyperbole. This writer has been to all the requisite events and dog fights so has the shirts.

  •  The "sleeper has awakened" in the nondescript and casual sense of the phrase, to be sure... but awake is woke... and wait!

  • Let's all take a moment in digression to remember a world where "political correctness," as that bird started its flight, began as a sane reflection about not having one’s go-to reaction to some adjacent person as being an insensitive and uninformed prick, first-round fired, but a person, instead, who took a moment to consider another’s validated sensibilities before acting out the usual nasty quilled and so earnest toxicity... Now, let's regard that new trigger word, “Woke.”

  • “Woke” had its provenance as a thoughtfully empathetic initiative to consider a metacognition’s regarded overview on “consciousness,” and how that might go a long way towards healing needlessly exacerbated divides. This suggests encouragement for one’s discovered-as-productively-profound “conscience”... aspiring, it might follow, to a new “conscientiousness,” right? Actually doing unto others as they'd be done unto, in other words. 

  • How are these not constructive initiatives? How are these not even Christian ones... ...Islamic, Hindu, Buddhist, and Wiccan, too, in equal measure? Digression concluded.

  • Awake is "woke," in the now better understood de-weaponized and non-triggering understanding of that word... then? For the shorter grand tour of one's iterated justifications for an anger suggested as justified: start here, then go here. Evaluate this very highly accessed piece. Review this epic historical perspective, called "Ink and Stone," parts I, II, III, and IV. Complete this small survey course for a cameo of my anger here and then review and sum-up by skimming backward, starting here.  I suspect I have some small justification for the taciturn.

  • The reader need not content themselves that there is an anger which might be dismissed as inappropriate and unfounded... by proclamation, only! No. Here were citations for anger which shall not be so casually dismissed. Indeed, an entire (and uncontested) dissertation for that anger exists at AlienView.net, alienviewgroup.blogspot.com, and at other locations, as pointed out. Like I said, the unrepentant and unresponsive slack-jaw critic with a self-interested and reflexively dismissive agenda can just... ...eat me, as was admonished above. I'm a writer... a masterless Ronin. Moreover, my loose small-caliber cannon was always fine when it was in the reader's service. 

  • That's right. Your garden variety and poorly explicating pundit regarded is a coward, frankly, a coward who questions anger while airily ignoring clear justification for same! 

  • Why, it might even be said after review and reflection that I have been remarkably constrained in that anger... see, it's not my reasoned, reasoning, and reasonable anger at issue so much as it is the errant and self-serving gaslightery of a disingenuous and guilty-of-what's-accused opposition providing only for his convenient and self-serving contrariness... to fan the tank bottom! Why aren't they angry? ...And they are, reader! Their rages are but the predicted wage of their hypocrisy, their mendacity, their cowardice, and their psychopathy—thwarted, resisted, and denied. 

  • Yes—dim-bulbed nay-bob and insentient nym-rod. I'm angry. Now go review why. You have the references.  Oh, and by the way.  That's just some of the history.  There are current events, too! Review those over here! 

  • Where it's required and appropriate? Well, I've already given those instructions, twice. 

Friday, December 24, 2021

On This Rock Called Home

Remembering Harry Reid,
A Fighter in every sense!

.
.
I have a mind, so I don't dream... 
the "saucers," then, that I have seen: 
those which haunt our all-time skies 
while custom forces downcast eyes!  
.
See, learning "blindness" early on—
and taught, perhaps, 
that "right" was "wrong"?
I was a-cringe beneath the "lash"... 
so I would "hide" what I could "catch"...
.
Few are fond of your good fortune.
Most endure their own misfortune. 
There is toil and travail...
whereas much of it's beyond the pale...
.
See, if true that folks 
"refine" for "struggle," 
why're they bustin' all their knuckles?
Leave Something left to heal, even...
Leave Something real to believe in...  
Learn to COP*! It sets us free!
.
...But we don't cop! Our science blind, 
it struts around too proud, contrived... 
pontificates it has some answers—
falling short; now, 
there's a "chancre"!
.
..."Keep too many?" No. "Pick and choose!"—
"Select from hungry multitudes"... 
Those who "cower" and "obey" 
for crumbs of bread 
by which they're paid!
. 
Feed them "rules" to take on "faith"; 
mislead that "faith moves mountains," Babe!
Mendaciousness revealed as scriptural
Mythologies "some" take for literal...
Making for a hell on Earth...
Blowing it, for what that's worth... 
.
Make folks fund your "costly" wars 
Dismiss a sentient "less-is-more."  
Be... "unaware" that we could save... 
the Earth, it seems, if we'd be brave; 
if, for "a while," we'd parent ONCE**... 
or be revealed: a viral dunce!
.
Many persons "reach" and "scratch" 
for "grasp" they cannot "touch" or "catch." 
In no way safe, though few will know that; 
few make "good," and most just suck scat. 
See, those are not the "chosen people"—
chosen by dark priests 'neath "steeples"... 
steeples built but to "survive," 
to further "ends" their "priests" contrive...
.
Our "Existential's" misconstrued; 
reality has come unglued!  
See, it won't matter in the end... 
who had what... but what you'd been!  
It won't matter who was "rich," 
but where you were the hypocrite!
. 
Still, there's love... and hope you had some,
sans regrets and those sad outcomes...
living in your made-up "tunnels" 
delivered by religious "funnels"...
Yes... we were folks who came to know 
the toxic fruits of thought control...
.
Still, it's you combating entropy, 
and THAT'S OUR VALUE, can't you see? 
You're the one who contrives to know 
the universe's warp and flow. 
You complicate simplicities! 
You obviate the "heat death", see?!
.
And that's the ticket bothers "them"—
see, this restricts their choices, then! 
Folks get hungry, make "demands" 
(...demanding more respect!), and then—
their white-bread world crumbles down, 
elitist folk start wearing frowns; 
see, they're losing wealth 
like webless spiders—
grinning "justice" spreading wider!
.
These prosecute their "party-line" 
to keep, in place, ill loot confined! 
All that loot and all those powers 
keeping their sweet lives in towers... 
...Graced by winds most never see 
their eyes cast down... 
and from bruised knee...
.
This is why they hide the saucers,
 drill more oil, or pump up "knockers." 
This is why they obfuscate, 
mourn "burned flags," or play on hate! 
This is why the "right" holds sway 
to do its will and have its way! 
This is why we stay alone 
upon this rock we call our home!
.
That's always been the work you'd do, 
though, some preclude your value, true; 
so, you're bereft of time to think, 
to ask some questions—raise a stink! 
.
Like, ask them why they don't pay taxes... 
ask them why our market crashes! 
Ask them why our children starve 
while their fat "cats" get caviar! 
Ask them why we're lost in space. 
Demand of them explained disgrace! 
Yeah, query why the goose's gravy... 
ain't been like the gander's, lately!
.
This is when we'll ask those questions 
moving us to new progressions! 
Then we'll search at long, long last, 
those answered questions from the past... 
a tragedy of errant men 
who burned the truth confounding them, 
so served themselves in grievous ways 
compelling, now? Horrific days!
.
We aspire to soar and cleave 
from an errant way's unjust "disease."  
We deserve a richer life 
of satisfaction sans most strife!  
.
The "kingdom" is at hand, you see; 
it's up to us, but off our knees, 
as what was once "so far before..." 
is now behind you... if you "soar."
.

Humanity lacks all humility 
where we lack all humanity...


"I cleave the heavens 
and soar to the infinite.
...And while I rise 
from my own globe to others
And penetrate ever further 
through the eternal field,
That which others saw from afar... 
I leave far behind me." 
 
-- GIORDANO BRUNO, burned at the stake 
for leaving far behind what others 
couldn't even see in front of them. 
.
Restore John Ford!
.

*To admit error, make reparation, or atone.
**Where one really wants to save the planet, they sire once or not at all for a couple of generations, but stop living like a cancer on the skin of the world! Problem solved. See, less IS more!

Monday, November 29, 2021

Emma's Travail


Emma's Travail
by Alfred Lehmberg


Astonishing! As if they were the victims of an insistently coercive telepath or something, people this writer would otherwise respect still want to give Dr. David Jacobs, that noted alien abduction "expert," outre alien "officiate," and "ET doom" author, an entitled "pass" regarding his well-demonstrated transgressions and gross unprofessionalisms... but THEN rather baselessly treat his psychologically assaulted former client, Ms. “Emma Woods,” as an obsessive nut-ball or shrill psycho-harridan, an especially nasty one, mind you, touted by her "critics" as drearily grasping for a little pathetic, if unearned, public attention... and working with a psychotic fervency only to smear the "good Doctor’s" name, and by extension? The memory of an even more revered (if late) Budd Hopkins.

Pfft! 

These are "lenses" of needs more focusable and in want of a busy cleaning, even. The late Jeff Ritzmann would have stridently spit in offending eyes and charged for the wash, and did! See, "blaming the victim" is de rigueur behavior for the du jour critics of Ms. Woods... This is rejected—rejected out of hand. "Me, too" will have legs of needs and with cause for this writer. He gets it.

Also? This will not be forgetting the well-deserved torpedo of brilliant light that the seeming toxic false-narrative of Alien Abduction decidedly took, below its now post-geriatric waterline, as fallout in the horrific affair... An unplanned but necessary result as the crow flies? This writer suspects so. 

Jeremy Vaeni, a conduit for the initial exposure of this affair along with the aforementioned Ritzmann, and alerting this writer to it at the start, once described the sinking of that mal-spirited "abduction-ism" alluded to above as a happy result of the revelation. Everyone DID tread more lightly after the Woods affair... 

Verily, the field was headed to unconstructive, even destructive territory... if the subject of this essay is any measure! No, where there is no honest oversight, sensible regulation, and presumed responsibility? Corruption is begged... indeed, isn't it assured?!

Corruption was indelibly recorded in this venue otherwise sanely regarded, at pains, a venue of interest to countless persons all over the planet—like heaven would be for the adherents of Abraham embroiled in their deceptions, eh? Remains, and like that alleged reward manipulatively intimated for a life well-lived: "if heaven can fall, it probably should"!

To continue, this writer was one of those whom he "would have otherwise respected." How would that work, one might ask!

Frankly, this writer once adored these two men. He held them in the highest of high esteems. Subsequently, that same writer aforementioned has been disabused of those respectful notions over the attendant ardent decades! Plainly for some cause as it is perceived, sans any relevant (or suspected?) "dogs" in the hunt? One must use one's imagination. No dogs resembling that.

No, reader. The writer was just... embarrassed... personally, if not mortally, and again... concerning his misplaced if sincere ufological faith. ...More on "dogs," later.

Firstly? This writer has listened to the evidence... hours and hours of it! The anxious and incompetent smarm displayed is as obvious as it is unconscionable. Any defenses of it: as unconscionable as they are vacuous! The well-intentioned and very strong regard one had for Dr. Jacobs becomes a baking-soda statue in an especially righteous acid rain!

Secondly, the problems, the writer's "problems" (if biggies and deal breakers...) with the late Mr. Hopkins (and his acolytes) concerns rank and unjustified pride of purpose, philosophical irrelevance based on homocentric fear of ego death (one presumes), and a narcissistic "mal-religious" hubris (in this writer's citable opinion and popular these days) pushed by these two for cash and notoriety. Evil defined. 

Observed was that especially anxious Pope-like authoritarianism of despots and peanut gallery—that inexplicably steadfast and unwavering support of David Jacobs given the stark evidence… ...then the hypocrisy, reader, where Jacobs is found to be so profoundly, so demonstrably dirty, you know? 

Was there any cogent defense beyond "fake news"! "Witch hunt"! The ever-popular "She's crazy"... addressing the stark evidence presented? No.

One offers, also, that not much is lost vis a vis Hopkins ufological "legacy," such as it is, given Hopkins "more notorious cases," Linda Cortile, and finally Jim Mortellaro; some very likely wild blue horse muffins, muffins thoroughly discredited, credibly, by comparatively sensible researchers of the outre, George Hansen, Raymond Fowler, and Carol Rainy et sig al. These are persons ok with discovering zebras (or unicorns!) where horses were rather pompously proclaimed by a non-investigating and so incredulous science! 

These were not reflex, reactionary, and so "spring-butt," skeptibunkies, the reader will note, but noted shoulders upon which the sentient might stand regarding the highly strange shiznit they've addressed or regarded sensibly and with such selfless sincerity! Posted!

Indubitably, these are quality observers, intrepid documentarians, and adroit writers/researchers! These are not folks associated with CSI(cop) in other words, so not inexorably hardwired to the ephemerally errant and reflexive "prosaic/mundane," mechanisms used as a "reality tunnel" regarding the strange shiznit alluded to and dealt with here! 

No, These are named persons of good reputation reasonably open to finding those aforementioned zebras... only, these but shoot massive holes in the narrative and veracity of Hopkins' “Biggest” cases! The rest?  Perhaps an abuse, misinterpretation, and a self-serving distortion of real events? Clearly, something extraordinary and highly strange happened to Debbie Jordan-Kauble. It is unfortunate that Dr. John Mack was not around to take that case...

In the second case above, "Mortellaro"? This writer was very near the supportive center of that lurid affair. One can report that it turned out to be a real steaming pile of festering yak heave, personally, but we digress. 

Burned and shy, one is provoked to an attitude of eyes askance and arms akimbo concerning all the rest. The late Dr. John Mack, from above, an esteemed Harvard psychiatrist who had a more constructive and less homocentric or hubristic take on the phenomenon, "survives" in literature to provoke valid interest on the phenomenon, still... an interest not crippled by hubris and human arrogance.

All the preceding remains an unsettling eye-opener …and cold winds blow through dreaded halls ill-lit by those flickering exit signs in the dead of our unsettling paranormal night… verily! See, it remains that history would show Hopkins’ “biggest cases” are entirely bupkis, and David Jacobs stands revealed as a self-admitted monster (admitted stealthily to George Knapp on Coast 2 Coast one dark and stormy night) as was pointed out previously. Moreover, this writer has been speaking or corresponding with "Emma Woods" for many years, now, over a decade. ...An uncanted, entirely honest, and circumspect assessment?

In addition to being organized, objective, constructive, and comprehensive, she is also efficaciously flexible, wholly acceptable, very specific, and entirely thoughtful. She strikes one as a remarkably sane, inordinately strong, and very intelligent woman who won’t suffer a psychopath’s scurvy foot on her throat, flatly. In consideration, a pox of insistent metaphor on David Jacobs, and on some reflection eh? ...And too bad about the legacies of Bud Hopkins... and Harvey Weinstein...

Saddling up for Jacobs and donning the associative red sash (as he most stridently did), he sauntered on down to that "OK Corral" himself, and his un-asterisked legacy was mowed down in the well-provoked crossfire. Moreover, uncaring primary histories will demonstrate that a certain "lack of respect" for "women," in the aggregate, is evidenced by these two—a decided undersell in this writer's opinion. 

These were ready adherents, one would suppose, to the now outdated and outmoded, if wholly Tennysonian sentiment: "Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, match'd with mine, are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water unto wine." Never! ...Gylany! Learn it. Know it. Live it. Love it.

Sadly, one can suspect David Jacobs (and the memory of that sullen, critically ill, but, most importantly, validating Budd Hopkins) as having an idiosyncratic credit with persons entirely apart from themselves, a credit plunging to worthlessness with this writer; however, when Jacobs is seen (or heard) “committing” (that rock kicked, and decidedly, over!), the betraying “crimes” alleged and senselessly perpetrated on a legitimately trusting Woods, on-air… and the late Hopkins, in the winter of his winter and apparently thinking only of his own "abduction" legacy, doubled down for Jacobs in an intellectually insulting defense regarding the unwinding and rancorous aftermath of what would come to be the Emma Woods story.

The writer says all of this having once loved Hopkins and Jacobs, himself, and verily, remember... bought their books and attended their lectures... loved them as courageous teachers and bold explorers of inner and outer space! Terence McKenna level respect! McKenna, thankfully, has not yet been disgraced. Yet? No one is immune.

Jacobs, conversely, made his own bed (or had it recorded!), in the first place, with Ms. Woods (et al), and any supporter of Hopkins has never travailed to "sail South" of him in even respectful disagreement, in the second... like this writer was once compelled to do in an issue of UFO Magazine. 

Hopkins could get petty, dismissive, and nasty, eh? In print, too. 

He once shouted at an aforementioned and questioning Terence McKenna during a UFO conference on one occasion last century, according to McKenna... Something similar to a Trumpian "loyalty" is demanded with some mavens of the ufological...

Do you know what this writer is betting? Jacobs supporters have never, no, not one time, ever, talked with Emma Woods. They've never listened to her clear-record evidence. These must errantly believe that this massive and well-vetted evidentiary aural pathway provided against Jacobs is faked, confabulated, or contrived! These must cling, apparently, to their eroding paradigms and betraying heroes with feet of river mud aswirl in a blackwater swamp. The writer is reminded of a Trump supporter.

Moreover, this writer waded into that "accusation" of Jacobs fully expecting to take this "obnoxious woman" Woods, down, himself, vindication assured for both Jacobs and Hopkins! ...Another notion quickly disabused. See, where one looks one may find. The reader will remember what was writ about disabused high regard and falling heavens...

Sincerely, how can these supporters then speak to her "obsessiveness”… and “stalking behavior”?! Forget for a moment she’s on the other side of the freaking planet, an expatriate of the African continent and a person wholly, and very safely, ignored… no, instead she must be very suspiciously pilloried by Jacobs' adoring fans and ready lickspittles for her "dismissable temerity" of self-defense!

...And reader, let's digress a moment and wonder about the base character of the man accused by this woman. This is the kind and gentle person his adoring public would have as a respected teacher and edge academician. That man would have loudly and unequivocally decried her fervid persecution by his legion of fans and sycophants... be outraged and offended by her treatment! Though, not so much with the good Doctor... especially where no discouragement is encouragement, right?

Reader, the opinion considered says the evidence instructs and convinces this writer that Jacobs intellectually “raped” Emma woods, he salaciously mind-f**ked her, reader, and for apparent lascivious amusement and pecuniary interests! That is a nonpartisan assessment viewing, if one stupified by the enormity of that which is illustrating such and so, and it is well-vetted with evidence acknowledged by principals in the affair.

What follows is but this writer's observed take, but when wholly innocent Ms. Woods caught wise of what our good doctor was doing, and further observed, herself, as she wanted to bail and said so, that he'd decided he couldn’t otherwise profit from her?  He cut his losses and betrayed her, psychologically infecting her, in a suggestible state, with a corrosive psychological toxicity of untoward and unlearned hypnotic suggestion, and then "skipped town," in the association sense! 

That suggested invasive mechanism regarded a risible "diagnosis" by Dr. Jacobs, of a baseless if exceedingly dangerous "psychosis" requiring psychotic drugs and perhaps even self-commitment or institutionalization—and all this from a history teacher! This seems clear to a person willing to see "forests" for "trees," eh? Moreover, it's all down hard on vetted tape and digital recordings: his malfeasance, his utter lack of due diligence, his narrative cross-pollination of his research subjects, one presumes to establish that narrative. What science was this?

Consider… Over the aforementioned and wholly unentangled long haul, this writer has come to understand Emma Woods, he believes. And she’s just not that hard to understand… she's THIS writer!

See, a similar affair happened to this writer vis a vis one particularly nasty little net-weasel's fallacious, if public (!), no-evidence suggestion. His suggestion that this writer was an f'n pedophile, for Christ's sake!

Regarding such slander… and does anybody want to criticize this writer's “obsessiveness” and “stalking behavior” in many public forums, over the years, as regards consequences for that net-weasel's horrific slander... and what then turned into years of sniping at him everywhere he's seen to raise his pointy little head?

Mmmmmm-no? Good. See, like one Rich Reynolds? This writer will happily eat your literary face, too. The offense was real and my outrage would more than match it!

No! This writer will pursue and righteously harass his graceless slanderers until he gets effusive and unabashed public apologies or six figures in “slander per se” damages, by the gods! Remember,  flawless reputations are smeared and, perhaps, the reputation of a son of the same name besmirched with unconscionable casualness, too… maybe a future embarrassment to his grandchildren! In a less enlightened time, the writer would have cut him to pieces in a duel! Let THAT be in the record!

No, it's in the court of public opinion remaining at the last. That remains the only tool for the remotest recompense for situations such as these… This writer will avail himself of them righteously and justifiably. The writer can then, of course, have no criticism for a similarly just and righteous Emma Woods!

Emma Woods, it is offered then, is cut from a similar if not a more refined yard of cloth than this writer. There is nothing obsessive in her diligent activity leading to the righteous restoration of one's own self-respect and sense of self-worth, personal attributes stolen by a platoon of seeming psychopaths for reasons most unconscionably foul and wrong-minded, it could be guessed. It’s not stalking behavior campaigning to right an egregious wrong—righted wrongs are important! Righted wrongs establish personal relevancy and aid in the aspiration to efficacious self-actualization! 

Moreover, the reader would feel differently were the horrors endured by Woods endured... but by the reader, eh? Why must anyone be depressed by the depraved, unwarranted, and unconscionable ignominy of erstwhile others... 

It’s important enough, perhaps, to risk a
possible positive place in recorded history, one's valued "friendships," even banishment and expulsion from one's “respected” community if that inclusion and placement denotes signing on for dishonor. Consequently, where it comes to justice for one innocently if hugely wronged, the hard-spun celebratory memory of Budd Hopkins or extended credit for a thoroughly discredited (one would think!) David Jacobs... is just not worth the price of admission.

This writer is driven to his expressed opinion by the observed selfish cruelties of the late Budd Hopkins (et al) and a presently smirking David Jacobs... with his legion of biased and conflicted supporters. Remains, one can see themselves in Emma Woods.

“Perforce we are plagued
with an _odious_ ignorance…
the sordid results
of those faults not our own,
as some lack respect
for the folk shoved beneath them…
and lacking compassion?
Blood's drawn from a stone!”

As a person aspiring to the loyal Ronin himself (Ask Nancy Birnes, Lesley Gunter, or Reagan Lee for bonafides!) this writer suspects that there are few lone wolves, really… one would offer that many of these serve their masters but are entirely toothless without them. This person aspires to own his own teeth. 

See, it is one thing to feel welcome in a camp, to stride in confidently to the fire still wearing your saber. It is wholly another having scraps thrown from that same fire and, whimpering in acrawl on your belly sans sword, be awash in cognitive dissonance, bereft of honor, and, bemused by psychopathic monsters... be enjoined to scrape for that "rich man's" crumbs. That is metaphor, reader.

What is this hold that Jacobs has on people who should know better in the face of abundant evidence to a terrible contrary? It's a talent of psychopaths. Required are only unblinking mendacity and a penchant for self-aggrandizing psychopathy to serve the profitable lusts of others.

Yeah—fervent Jacobs supporters may even be third-string Groupies thinking they’re in the band, so capering in masturbatory delight at the fuss they cause in the real world... where there is so much clear evidence to the contrary! ...But is all that actually beneath concern, consideration, and ready contempt? Yes.

Didn’t these persons reach out as third parties and try, effortlessly, to snuff out Emma Woods' voice (website and even web-presence!) like Rush Limbaugh ball-gagging Sandra Fluke? That’s why he has to be mashed like a bug, eh? Excised from all relevancy. Canceled, in a word.

This writer is asked quite a bit, “What did Hopkins or Cortile do to you?” People seem to want to know what happened in that regard. They would have no questions about this writer's criticism of Jacobs, by the way.

Folks seem to get that in spades… …and when considered, given every shred of evidence… considered evidence, and vetted evidence, forgetting the recorded admissions of Jacobs himself... how does everyone not get it! It’s like an eldritch spell of the Trumpian arcane was cast!

Hopkins was “fine,” in comparison… The writer loved him, himself, as was writ earlier… until one found one had to disagree with him… then he could turn into a lanky Big Dick Cheney, eh? ...Shoot you right in the face.

So, it was his authoritarianism eclipsed by his foursquare, steadfast, and unreasoning (self-interested?) support for Jacobs this writer can’t get past… where Jacobs was so profoundly, and so demonstrably, reader, “dirty,” one will recall... no lipstick for that pig, n'est ce pas?

...And Cortile? This writer feels or opines, based on the reports of principals concerned, that she seems the liar and psychopath and led Hopkins down a primrose path he wanted to be led down because she "proved" his thesis, a thesis ultimately not supported in any of his "bigger" cases: Linda Cortile, herself, and finally Jim Mortellaro… In the third of the three, Mortellaro, the reader will recall, this writer was very near the supportive center, as said above, and can report, again, that that affair turned out to be a real steaming pile of lurid psychosis, personally wounding and embarrassing, if one digresses for some meaningful repetition...

Sorry if the reader’s a Hopkins fan. This writer was, too. This writer, too...

…But what does anyone, reader, have to do for another, in a presumed professional sense, but not disappoint, dishearten, disillusion… or of course, let down, deceive, or betray the subject ministered to? It would seem, and early on too, that Jacobs, in this writer's considered opinion, was a stealthy practitioner of all of that!… and do you know what a named credible authority on psychopathy and serial killers, Dr. William Birnes, once told this writer about Dr. Jacobs? One bets you DO know! Dr. Birnes felt that in his considered opinion that Jacobs was cut from cloth closely related to, and every bit the dominating predator, describing the serial sex criminal... purloined soiled under-drawers and chastity belts, after all. One must wonder if that can be true.

Hopkins was cool with all that; so, and in some extreme ways, what did Hopkins "do" to this writer as a result of his lack of due diligence, his evidentiary cherry-picking, his ponderous denialism, his unlearned, ill-appropriated, misused, and pretty squirmy hypnotism, and his gravid self-interest or concern for a subsequently baseless (largely) ufological legacy? What was a legacy larded with personal betrayals and convenient mal-alliances... ...but a disappoint to dishearten, disillusion… even let down, deceive, or betray... this writer! That’s the short answer to any earnest concerns of the reader... These betrayed, in the fashion of its way, this writer.

Closing, some might provide that the dead can’t defend themselves. Untrue as it is irrelevant, legacy is earned and the writer spent too much time in reverence to Christopher Columbus to have a concern for legacy. Show the writer who you are, and he'll know you couldn't have been what you were.  Moreover, the writer offers that many supporters remain… pick one! There are ready defenders… stalwarts to take this writer to task for his transgressions upon "honored memories" in any neutral forum at any time… Indeed, Dr. Jacobs can thank the initiatives of these "supporters" for any rekindled interest in him currently playing out… …in the writer's opinion! Still, one wonders if that pleases him.

Too, has Emma Woods composed a two, maybe three, volume outline of her experience with the "good doctor" for publication? It would be a constructive initiative outlining the evolution of a betrayal to a trust. We shall see...

Did the writer go on and on? Yet, here we are.

Restore John Ford.

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