.I observe a night time vastness holding "heaven," friend,
and "hell." These
are the two potentials, plus the
history made as well... but not the one a cheat contrives to satisfy the "
winner," and not the "social treatment" kind, nor that one from "born 'againners."
.History as it
really was — Coolidge was a
monster. History as it
really was — religion? An
impostor. History as it
really was — the *poor* get
bitter dealings. History as it
really was — The truth? It has no meaning.
.Unjust
manipulation is the
fiber of our culture. The rules are made for bloody gold, and the *maker* apes a vulture. The *winner* wrote the words
contrived to rake the booty in! He's always been the *victor*, mind,
regardless he who "wins."
.Some say it's
entertainment that the masses always crave. Our Roman history's legacy, infotainment's latest craze? React to
flash, and bored with
facts, you grovel for sensation? Though, confronted with
real evidence, you feel a scared
deflation?
.Distraction is preferred, I know, to copping to this truth, but you're
disserved by ignorance! You're LIED to! What's the use? UFOs are
ridiculed,
derided, and
disdained... DESPITE the work
respected —
trace evidence obtained!
.So ask me, "
What's a trace case"?
...and I'll try to fill you in. It's something
really left behind... by UFO's, my friend! A scorching of the earth or a mark on human beings, it's
proof of an anomaly ones foolishness demeans!
....And if talking just
ONE trace case, it should blow the whole thing up! For just one
stinking trace case — bring whole
cultures to a stop! For the
solitary trace case, grind the whole mess to a halt! Be CERTAIN there are
HUNDREDS! These are worth some REAL salt!
....But we're *
not prone* to
looking blamed on "
forecast implications"…? If your threatened summer/country homes might come to
liquidation? If the loss of specious *dollars* is to turn
uncaring eyes? Then please consume some fecal stuff, freak out, go mad,
then die!
.I've heard it said that
panic follows saucers in our skies! That millions would go raving mad if all could see them fly!
"Suicide ... hit the ceiling" — and millions more would starve?
Well, I just flat don't BUY it -- not a ribbon, pot, or shard!.Would we
do this... if we found "folks"... ...who'd never used a spoon? Would we do it if we found a race of
sentients on our moon? Too? I'm
not impressed with those who
fall in light of
strange new days; a truth of need's,
enevitable... be it
son or
ME who pays!
.Culture gets away with murder, and we tolerate in it... ...what we crush out
individually, so diminish bit by bit!
On guard for serial murder when it's from the single person, but unmindful when the
system does it, and
it's done it to
immersion!
.I'm just a
soldier and a
teacher and I've more than paid my end. I don't cheat 'old Sam' from taxes, and I've been a
loyal friend. I don't bully, I don't lie, and I give an
even break; too, I speak my mind objectively... I'm on the level, not the make!
.I eschew the stunted bunkie who likes his "comfort" where it's
static — where it's built to suit the
boorish style of the "skeptical fanatic." Where ones comfort draws the life blood from the one who does
without...? All the trappings of their hard won lives, then, mere booty in their rout?
.It's
rational that we
are watched... use the postulates of
Drake. Reported in our skies, I'm sure — reality's at stake! Traces HAVE been left — they go eschewed, unwatched ... unstudied, and the *pillars* of our culture? ...Non disclosing, soiled and bloodied!
.They know more than they're telling; we
deserve their
contribution — Some voice against
complete collapse, or the people's retribution! I want a world based on TRUTH — though the "heavens"
crack and fall! No longer hanging over me? So, I'll clearly hear
her call.
Whose call? The call of my muse, you biliously sneering skeptibunker of small imagination, smaller intelligence and sub-microscopic, even concave, courage! Something could be said regarding meager scrotum size. The reader knows who's addressed...
.
Whose voice? Why, the
inner one of course — the only one of which I'm sure! I can't hear it in the clutter of
your media's exhortations to
burn and
consume. I can't hear it in the frothing of your Pat Robertson, or Jerry Falwell... ...that UFO's are agents of
Satan…
.
In fact, the more they froth and bubble that too convenient conjecture, the more I am convinced that the INVERSE
must be true! It is
these who ape capering demons and evil nixies,
and not the enevitable ET. Nes't ce pas, Reader?
.
I can't hear it in a general
deafening silence; a silence un-punctuated by even an indirect or private exhortation for me to shut the f**k up — Well, except for that homocentric, filled with themselves, or murmuring few, and they've protested
too much.
Slanderously so!
.
Hey, I'm not making any traditional apologies — just telling you what you'll see when you learn to *grow* again.
.
To the few pieces of *hate* mail regarding my "
negativity" — "Bother" said Pooh, and then lifted a cloth cheek to fart
derisively! These thoroughly impacted persons miss the point!
.
All of my expressions
forcefully exhort the positive! That's your
problem with it! And, besides which, if you are so inclined, you could pound sand up a
well prolapsed pore, by the freaking by!
.
...But pause, instead, to hammer some of that mortar out of your otherwise flaccid rear, take a deep, cleansing breath, and then? PUSH!
.
…Feels good to get the sand out, no? You have
no idea...
.
Go all the way! Have some nice, raw crusiferous "veggies" with the magic garlic vinaigrette, and REALLY clean yourself out.
Now, when you go out and glance up at the sky, you can actually
see what's in it! It's all there if you watch for it! To look is to see,
see?
.
...And there's
stuff in it, boys and girls,
stuff with length and breadth —
stuff round,
stuff firm, and
stuff fully packed! "
Stuff" indeed …
stuff beyond
dreams — yours
or mine!
.
...With regard OTHER matters? With regard to the popular but Reviled, Risible, and Revolting
Net Scum who can say what they damn well please (...beyond vile!) and
remain unrepentant, unapologetic, unremorseful, to go
entirely unpunished? These juice-sucking slime-ball low-brows who are without
fidelity, a shred of
constancy, define
inconsistency, and are themselves perhaps,
even what they would accuse? These rabidly feral yet cowardly weasels who whisper and smirk and are themselves a
sneered fecal smear they pretend to decry?
.
...These are dead entities to me, scuttling roaches who only command enough attention from me to step on them in a
compassionate attempt to put them out of their misery, when I
should just let my
cat play with them. Hmmm...
.
...Here kitty-kitty! Stay tuned.
.
Read on.