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...Elephants Never Forget?

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Beset by fears of vague unrest, most wallow in their squalid nests. Afraid of what we shall not see, we force a smile ... pretend we're free...
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Enslaved by our contrived indifference—awash in lies—we fake disinterest, but down along "avoided" halls the secrets lurk to "tease" and "call."
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Some jealous "few" make up most minds. They cant and program; we're dumb and blind. Their *seasons* work their will on us! ...Now comes "Christmas"—"Easter," plus...
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Pay for dross and soulless kisses; despair your social emptinesses.  Lose a home, but pay your taxes! Keep the "faith"—"it soothes, relaxes"—so rewarding... *gold* to "God..." ...your "Church's" too glib "winking nod...".
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Though, forget what dances in your skies! Forget the saucers "Phil" decries. Forget the motion pictures taken—radar, traces ... "Phil's forsaken." Forget the witness you CAN'T know, because they're scared a "Phil" might crow... they're tarred and feathered to their core... derided and disdained ... deplored!  Ask Stan Friedman what "Phil Klass" did: poisoned WELLS, and I don't kid!
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  Forget abductees right or wrong who sing the *same* peculiar song. Forget the legends we all know that aren't explained; they tilt and glow!  These are but the facts perceived regarding things we've misconceived, so we enjoy the darker darks as others keep our senses parked.
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Forget the cosmos, deep and wide, an ocean where we float untied—thinking that we know so well what *oceans* are or how they swell! We endure self-serving ethics—as proud buffoons—depraved,  pathetic?
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Forget the record painted there, where words are writ describing *our* ..."peculiar"... place in space's grace, that wealth of knowledge leaves no trace!?  Though, yes, of course, we leave a trace; that's as plain as "nose" on "face"!  Fertile records, extant there, communicate a truth,  mon frère!
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Forget tradition handed down by word of mouth before some clowns... usurped those legends... ...with their crosses, beads of prayer, and smoking joss sticks.  History is their smoking ruin, while we are left their glib cartoon!
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Forget the Earth is wounded, plainly! Forget what we consume insanely! Forget that we're a demon species rolling in our steaming feces!
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Forget that we don't know a thing; we're swept along, unchallenging, by forces that we could control if we but heard that bell which tolls!
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The kingdom we can sense at hand is tied to water, air and land. It whispers from the dappled brooks where fishes swim before they're hooked... ...to ease us from our need to worry, be concerned, or bothered—hurried!  This is no mere faith, my friend!  This is "tested," valued, then.
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Conjectured futures, strewn with flowers, we keep our heads and use new powers graciously— inspiring honor!—respecting wealth at present squandered!
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The skies are clear if off our knees; it's when we're strong, and brave and free. A bounty rains like cats and dogs when we depart an errant fog—when we are honest, smart, and true our cherished dreams are self-imbued.
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...Though, we're beset by "stinging flies" we should abhor, detest—despise. We're at the whim of liars, friend! We think we're free, but we pretend. Our ethics are in sad disgrace. What's "Right" is out of line and place. We cry and mope and act like steers while outrage festers far and near.
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Something's wrong ... and we must shake it! We're not secure ... our leaders fake it! They're the reason we're not jolly; it's their season, and their folly ... sacrificing all our dreams for short term gains we'd deem obscene!
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Still—just look! The sky's ALIVE with "craft" that hovers, swoops, and dives! ...And all creation holds its breath while we campaign and scream for death?
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No, Virtue's for the taking, friend, paying freight that fronts our end! Looking up to see a saucer's just as real as reading Chaucer! Ask some questions! What's the problem? ...Getting tired eating pabulum? Bug the lawyers, and the cops; bug the news guys, never stop!
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Make those bastards earn their living. If you screw up, they're unforgiving!  Make them earn where we've paid dear, while they but profit from our fear.  They are not a different species, that is so much steaming feces.  They are far from our superior, they're psychopaths and so, inferior.
"Mammals" have to trump "reptiles"—essential psychopathy—because reptiles are limited by internal programming to self-concern, exclusively.  Self-interest supreme, those goals are short term.
The FOGS we manufacture to obscure unsettling lights in the sky—abortion fog, flag burning smoke, same sex marriage smog... Everything peculiar to keeping harried persons thinking with their glands instead of their brains...
Faux-moralistic Rightists are going to pay heavily for their uber-moral campaign. Then, they make us ALL pay for their trouble. Again!  Always!  The last "King" must strangle the last "Priest" with the kings own steaming entrails!
Which reminds me!
It's constantly been said that the *Conservative* never forgets ... hence the overtly lard-assed pachyderm as the GOP's ponderous and pedantic symbol. Elephants are legend with regard to long memory. But you know? I think the inverse must be true with Present Day Repugs...
When one recognizes the historical, logical, sequential, and inevitable results of authoritarian oppression, rank tyranny, legislated morality, and an applied and very energetic double standard—every freaking time (!) ... one is compelled to consider, reader, that the Conservative never REMEMBERS! They are either without efficacious memory or they are fulsome and full-blown psychopaths as regarded above. Maybe that's the same thing...
On reflection, then, the elephant is ill served if not insulted outright regarding its association with the Grand Old Party. This provokes the admonition that Republicans might consider the assumption of a new symbol more in keeping with their record, their morality, their ethics, and their self-serving production. The river lamprey or single E-bola virus springs readily to mind.
Yeah yeah yeah Clinton may have been the ASS (donkey) who fronted his party, AND the liar that he's painted out to be... ...but, reader! His motivation, compassion, and priority—forgetting a trumping record, morality, ethics, and production—are SAINT LIKE when compared with his trickle downing, supply siding, and constitution evading predecessors and successors! If Clinton spent a weekend in a county lockup for his faithless transgression, Shrubs, Bush Sr, Reagan, and Nixon and should get life in prison with no hope of parole for theirs!
They didn't (or won't?), and it is that which wholly invalidates the chest beating, moaning, and teeth gnashing of those who would have "Obama" summarily removed from office out of naught but bigoted pique. ...And so "righteously," too...
Give in to rationality, not rationalization ... It'll bring the saucers down.
Restore John Ford! (...oddly, a Republican, though that matters not at all.)
Read on.

Reader Comments (1)

all alone on the planet is a hug to poverty time of the quifhead!

you should of shot the blind holograms turning them intoa 4 inch phere. They cant be allowed to walk the pavement or fill the highway with blind choufers in trucks and bussses. there going to be in the mental hospital at the last moment playing patient nurse and doctor an empty biulding cuz the ambulence driver is a blind hologram to. cant trust them to say its 14 days or 92 days they are speeding up time so 1 second is 15 minutes brian awaereness tv is squeeky fast noises so is the radio. the matrress at the hospital was frozen over by the invisible man disapearing with wizard tech oh so android
Cars going by all day could kill a ghost witha sonic weopn mask scramble engine roar under the dash walking up to ya putting your face on dispaly im you im your health diomand clarity of sieng thru your eyes groping your forhead a kiss on the mouth sonicly focused eyes bulging at the braianstem. In front of showing the heart copy cat is other worldy tone killing with mineral extraction sound waves. thruout sacremento Sanfrancisco and Seattle hell is here oh so android I want to live in a sky scraper biulding. You cant let a computer fake its got flesh and blood voice patterns or lafter on the tv, there was no camera its all 3d graphics cumputer generated characters black people are not edjucated in amarerica they be holograms since 1982 all history books lie theres no life on the planet since 1969 cept me in 1975 till now. thats 75 till now thats 2 seconds to people on the moon time squeezed wide to {ghujimo plagga} my life concouse light existance is 222 seconds. 1975 when i was a baby till now to {frequma sebrulo} is all that time sleeping in a bed or walkin around town time squeezed wide 41 seconds. to {dimreem goila} 1975 till now was 92 seconds. to {nioma slimrose} its time squeezed wide a lifetime went by in 13 seconds, gov denies knowledge of!

August 27, 2012 | Unregistered Commenterbrad wheeler

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