Entries by Alfred Lehmberg (15)
Feschino Flap
Frank Feschino lives my friend! Remember him as you pretend you took no sides when he disclosed... his tale to us on Errol's show. Invited, he just tells the story. There is no reward or glory, just a smear by those effused with ignorance which Frank's refused.
Alfred Lehmberg
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Sentient Toads
As regards our so-called "mainstream," thought reflective and sincere; our "limit" on bad thinking — a buffer from "the fear":
Supposed "a mediation," or "distillation" of the facts, it's portrayed as very "logical" — the "cure" for "fakes and hacks." Too, it shills as sense's medicine, protection from the fringe, the unwashed and the ignorant… the deceptively unhinged.
It's the view that most will hold... because it is "official." Other views are ridiculed and implode upon dismissal. See, it's opposed to other views, which fade in sad distraction as the mainstream is a jealous foe and a master of detraction!
It will leave no stone unturned to keep its upper hand, and many that must challenge it are cursed, betrayed, or damned.
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.
SDI #459 20 Questions
20 Questions addressed with so much British reserve that stiff upper lips well nigh litter the ufological Debris Field! Contributing are Dave Furlotte, Stuart Miller, Dr. David Clarke, and Herb Schirmer… as tintambulated masterfully by Errol Bruce-Knapp with some gusto even if petulantly underappreciated by lack-witted persons notorious for using the word "maven."
1. Mary, Mary… quite contrary, but how does her garden grow?
SOB's Receding Horizons
I can step outside and find no limit — to my finite mind; that thing we have still reaching out beyond the "noise" some bitch about. ...To be amazed how much is plain so clearly sing this glad refrain!
The starry skies could crawl with life that comes from other suns, good night! There is frequent evidence that this, profoundly, must exist! Creeping lights still fly due west without a sound I must confess! Too, I might see them every time I put my eyes upon the sky!
Still, the bland officious must propose that I'm pretentious... and pretend that I don't see the lights I see confronting me! These "lights" are there despite indifference, that measure of their crass insentience; society subsumed so some can profit like they've used a gun!
"They" can make one "toe a line," deny one what she's earned [a crime!], and keep their heels upon ones neck — preclude someone a LIVING, yet!