Thinking And Waiting
Yeah — hey! ...and thanks for sailing in! I'm feeling kind of low right now, so it's good to know a friend. Dismissed a "Cyber-Wacko" by some persons I'd admired, I'm stunned with disappointments I suspect are not required.
…Citations by the carload? …Summarily ignored. Papers I have written are dismissed, subsumed — deplored? Not making any headway, I sense those spinning wheels; traction just ain't happening, and I sense a changing deal...
No one in particular, "I can think and I can wait." I keep my own good council, and I dourly face my fate. See, I've found I trust my conscience to define where I should steer, and I firmly heed my instincts on the subjects we all fear.
So, I'm not — much — distracted by the flapping of some tongue, or the tapping of some key by some dismissive 'other' rung. They're all just proclamation of the sort who must resort to the insult always issued by that sport without retort!
Some say there's no conspiracy of a type I have described. That *life* is no illusion and reality's proscribed! These become the haze we see — lies hidden in the fog. See? Our Institutes are porcine, filled with wolves and rats and hogs!
So say, oh, Noam Chomsky, Howard Zinn, and Howard Bloom — Ridgeway, Marrs, Parenti, and with Webb (?) we're out of room. Some sneer at these citations and deplore what they express, but rebuttal's not forthcoming and you sense that they're distressed.
Now, am I incoherent when I write these earnest odes? Then what is that "coherence" you'd imply you have in loads?
Where is the alacrity your insults have not found, where would come your outrage that is specious and unsound? Where would come your petulance, your pique, and your displeasure? What have you provided to discussions… we can measure?
...And please don't tell me: "...many years of hard investigation." That just won't wash, you've had your chance, and agitate frustration. See? Enslaved to dodgy filters that enslave you to your cant? "Presumptions" are made differently so you have a canted stance.
Yeah… you print your "books" and make the "lists" but what have you to show? We're light-years from disclosure as you've hoed the wrong damned row! Fifty years have come and gone, the saucers still a giggle. Conspiracy has been dismissed, it's you to squirm and wiggle.
Now I'm the one to stand accused because I'm asking questions — because I make suggestions more proactive than repressive. Implied, I'm warm and fuzzy in conspiracy's cocoon, that I'm the lazy thinker (…that I'm crazy as a loon?).
Some say I lack coherence and I'm (only) having fun… but when the reading's over? "Lot 10" bullets fill their gun!
All of your "coherence" is comprised of narrow views. All of your "pronouncements" are just that, mere air you've used. Too, I doubt you have the competence to label me insane, or make profuse assessments on how others use their brains. You lack imagination, you're laggard and you're slow, you've moved not one step closer... so you'll reap what you would sow.
Too, providing still more insult to that person written to: you have no art you artless fob. You have no depth imbued.
Pandering after science is a futile path to take, they have no use for what I've got; I complicate their stake! I entangle all their issues! I confuse the status quo. I confound them to distraction; I perplex them, don't you know?
See? If I am right, they live in fear — they lose the cat-bird seat. Everyone's *investment*? Up in smoke! That's hard to beat!
If I am *right*, they're nullified! Their "culture" loses air! Everyone must re-think work that's paid them "fair and square".
Everyone must take new stock! New kingdoms are at hand! A grander rule of law's prescribed by those who make their stand!
Correct, I signal something that's beyond what we've been told! Correct I am their death knell. Correct? Their bell must toll!
I'll not be taken seriously, some officiously intone, until I kiss the ass of their ignoble "status quo," but I would sooner kiss the ass of all that I detest than go along with what some say or do as they suggest.
See. These ply a blithe denial that is cloistered and concealed. They're airily dismissive on what's regularly revealed! They're arrogant, sententious, and très smug beyond belief... like they've explained the saucers, sport, and that will bring them grief.
It's true that I'll respect some folks for contributions made, you'll understand, then, why I'd act... to move beyond their shade.
There's more to "this" than these let on, for all their acrimony on the general conspiracy these dismiss as trite and phony.
For all their admonitions on the "science of these things," they're too reserved for most of us wanting truth that "action" brings.
Too, there is a vast conspiracy, Sir, of a kind that you might find... in pursuit of vile agendas très complex that you deny.
Alfred Lehmberg
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I believe I saw the "squadron" of UFO's the Roswell crashed saucer came from. We lived in Texas in 1947, and by thinking back to where we lived and the grade I was in, I can pinpoint the year this incident happened.
I was outside playing when I saw a lot of bright, shiny discs flying over our house. I went in and told my mother about them and she came outside to see what I was talking about. Our next door neighbor was outside looking up at them, too. He said they were most likely milkweed seed blowing in the wind.
Now I knew what milkweed seed were... because as a kid I had released my share of them into the wind. But I also knew the seed blowing in the wind did not fly in formation! So I knew the neighbor was wrong. After my mother and the neighbor went back inside, I watched the whole show while hundreds of round, shiny craft flew from east to west, over Texas. That meant they were headed towards New Mexico!
It was a few days later when we heard there was a UFO crashed in Roswell. So I believe that crashed UFO was one of the craft we saw.