...Out To Lunch...

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I’m compelled to a detachment when imbued by its enchantment, but the multi-verse seems frozen for inspection. With an inner eye now seeing, I sense the shadows are retreating while the bunkies thrash and whine their glad distraction.

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True, "mad schemers" are in evidence, and their "fakes" have heavy precedence, but for 2%? "True strangeness" goes ignored! We're idle, inconclusive... while the truth's well nigh obtrusive! Folks, our *comfort* and our *safety's* not restored!
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To, I find it hypocritical to dwell on what’s political, so I don’t pretend support to any party. I decry the tax and spend, as I do Trent Lott’s wet end, but our system’s gone all dark, insane, and warty.
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Self-fulfilling prophecy seems the flesh of our hypocrisy. It permeates our lives on many levels. Like, we’ll drug an errant child and we'll "treat" him thus a while, but "jail-fodder" later — costly "rabble."
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We’ve prisons, see, for them, or chain gangs hard and grim, or work-houses, sad confinement... harsher labels. Too, locked up all together, they would hardly get much "better"... refined: the psychopathic's, higher level.
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Yeah, put old Ollie North on a "chain gang," now! Henceforth! He's surely trashed our treasured constitution! With his criminal convolution, still, he’s received his absolution from the blackest of those "closed-off" institutions!
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See, consider Jake and Elwood, of that mythic "Blues Band Brotherhood"? What was it, friend, their quest, then, all about? In a governmental "twister" to get some money for the "Sisters"? A little rock and roll? A little twist and shout?
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No, it was glad red-tape abstraction and a porcine mal-reaction . It was guns, and missiles, police and National Guard! It was the weight of all oppression so much more than mere suggestion. ...Over doing... just what should have been... assured!
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...And there, arriving at the "offices" where they'd pay their final "auspices"; after Jake and Elwood won the day... prevailed? You had a prescient hunch that the gub'mints “out to lunch.” And yes! At the top of soiled steps, that note was nailed!
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It’s plain that torpid “G” men... who would make us all "un-free" men. ...If they had their way and motive? ...And they do! They obtrude their subtle 'secrecies' which depart, so, from Democracy. They would have us under heel! This is true!
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And if you think this "bad idea" is 'salvation' and can save ya’? Then have another "think," you crap *conservative*. The police will go to EXCESS if you don’t have right's due process? See, they'll frame you as their porcine will's prerogative!
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We see it all the time, and it's that should blow your mind! It’s seen in every time, and place, or province. There’s been no "revolution", where the 'ruling institution'... is, well, generous with the wealth produced, for instance.
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In compensating places it's a "loyalty" replaces that hatred for the man of high position. The man who —flat— has nothing, finds existence not worth flushing... with the torture of his soul in inquisition? He'll burn you down and giggle, then, without a guilty jiggle, and be righteous for his effort's imposition!
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So come on 'secret' man, give it up! You understand? Let the legendary chips fall, justly, where they may. Don’t be the senseless *stall* guy, it’s your job to be the *tall* guy. Best level up those fields where we'd play.

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A future looms, I feel, that's rewarding, grand, and real. Your reluctance to accept that is too bad. You won't preclude it, friend; it approaches, comprehend? Your reluctance is just cowardly and mad.

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alienview@adelphia.net
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UFOs are authoritatively touted dead by the turgid clueless and other Recalcitrant if Rabid ufological Reactionaries. Indeed, the aformentioned only typify their blossoming irrelevance, inaccuracy, and incompetence.
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...See, a recent Gallup poll says UFOs have not gone away. They remain to be an evolving sales meme of the trans-global commercial media, and their absence is ever suspicious from the 'news' media running more on them, actually, than it was to juice their audience numbers for "sweeps." Indeed, Governments more apart from the U.S. seem to melt into ufological disclosure like dirty glaciers.

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My guess is UFOs shall not go away, are not capable of going away if they could, and yes, most assuredly should not go away. See — but for the UFO what else is going to hold a too proud Science to any appropriate humility at all? Reader, we need UFOs to whack Science's moldy underpinnings, or Science starts getting too comfortable with regard to pronouncing so authoritatively on that which it knows nothing at all.

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Besides, not only there, UFOs are here, eh?
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They're here. We could look for ways to profit efficaciously from that.

Heaven's Gate Punch Bunch

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I’m reminded of something by the Heaven’s Gate bunch. Those shedding scorned "containers," so, having *kool-aid* for their brunch? Eschewing whacked-off testicles, their disgust was that complete, they'd found their lives revolting, too, so they whacked themselves like freaks!
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I understand our Applewhite had issues with his gayness... He'd imagined he was *dirty* ... he'd felt futile, false, and heinous? I suspect that he was twisted by his erstwhile *education*, that panoply of warped ideals from parents, schools, and nation.
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But from where is this disgust —for what is "physical"— truly from? From where would come, perforce, ideals so... ...I can only call them dumb! Tell me, please, the provenance of such senselessness as this! Why... the "Fundy" counselling hatred for the world which "exists"!
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Is sex, too complicated, a dark-side twisted thing? Best a chemical castration or a rubber de-balling ring? Is sex evil, a beguiler to corrupt immortal souls? Or has it been so twisted by ourselves, imprudent scolds.
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The irony is: for persons in... ...*orgasmic's* fleet release? Your system of immunity improves to its surfeit! Yes! Your body is more able; its defenses, more complete; your health is more robust, my friend — you’re lighter on your feet!
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Your *plumbing* gets good exercise, along with one fine *treat*. Your meat's invigorated; I should say it can’t be beat. Done right, it's so refreshing; it's far from staid and sundry... ...And tell the truth, after every time, aren’t ya’ just a little hungry?
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"The earth is foul", and "comes from Satan", our "passion is our curse"? To show respect to Gaia is the road to hell, or worse? Frogs and bees or water birds are malicious — wanton liars? God's will still provides for us... just for singing in his choirs?
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Well, I've tried, but I can't think so, and I think it's you beslimed, if you think your God would move an inch to cover up your crime. Biblical "dominion" means tyrant and food-waster? No. Not dominion... stewardship ... earth-lover, friend... care taker!
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...See, why are we revolted by our connection to the animals? They were here before us; theirs are the longer annals! They've lived in nature's harmony, without a single sin, while we have lived far fewer years — and we wallow sin, my friend!
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I revel I’m a mammal! It is joy that I am feeling! It's right that one's an activist for environmental healing. Whack off my own testicles because it's them the trouble? Well show me why, but prove what’s gained, then blow your nose a bubble!
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I see the evil process that's alive in Christian attitudes. I see that it’s dissembling — disaffected evil beatitude. There’s disrespect abundant as tradition in that line — it’s found in wanton, selfish greed, and how they’ve spoiled our minds.
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We are told from stunted birth, my friend, "the world’s a deceiver." The Christian right works furiously to make you that *believer*. Yet they're draining all the wetlands that would keep the land from flooding, and when it floods these dance and sing... they keep our "trees" from budding!
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Embrace the world as your mother, as she’s the womb from which you come. She feeds you from her earthen breasts, yet to hatred you'd succumb. Accept your mad existence must exceed what's been "allowed"! As she perceives it ... your real value? You daily move your bowels!
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Woe to man or woman who would place themselves too high. “If it’s my golf game over fishes? Then some fish are going to die!” “If it's bad as you keep sayin’, Lehmberg, they’d be takin’ serious steps!” ...So I ask you softly, "...would they? ...you poor, naïve —dumb— schlep"?
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Where did it get the Heaven's Gate bunch — those who crapped-out on the rest of us swilling kool-aid poison punch. It’s not "sex" or the "world" that’s the problem, at all. It’s disrespect for *Mother*, and it's this must cause our fall.



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Where does our disrespect for the Earth come from? Oh, I know that western civilization has avoided spiritual humility since Aristotle demonstrated his arrogant —and errant imo— break from Plato. But, wait a minute!
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What can we possibly hope to gain by ignoring the unsettling if non-verbal communications of this planet!
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You know... I suspect that, plucked right from our imaginations, we could "uncover" a self-fulfilling prophesy of disaster, lose control of dangerous atomic toys and un-cage vicious little man-made bugs capable of wiping out a quarter of the world's population virtually overnight... but consider the flip side. eh?
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The flip side is that imaginational uplifting and a perceived optimism can also be plucked, eh? Reach exceeds grasp, so you can feel it even if you can't hold it. Feeling is the provenance of holding. To discount feeling is to discount sense. To discount sense is to discount wisdom and sensibility. No, your dreamer has a spot every bit as key as as the one to realize those dreams.
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The former more negative plucking? Those are only the wages of disrespect we pay one another; those are the wages of treating your "mother" like a least favorite property; those are the wages of failing to cop to obvious social responsibility. These are the wages for throwing stuff out of your car! They are just wages.
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I think this is at the root of the big problem I have with, I apologise, insentient homocentrics: tedious shallow-drafters, forgive me, who won't think beyond the false promise of their own majesty, reader, as a favorite of a misunderstood and make believe God — a jewel in that God's crown at the minimum, even and oh... ...oh...oh ...so undeservedly if ironically impressed with his own logic, his own method, his own process, his own measurement, his own mechanism, his own facile and canted faith... ...and himself.
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Then the fall looms, reader, and all pride fled on ready heels humankind has once again its useful humility found. No, Applewhite and the Heaven's gate crowd only manifests the disease all humans endure: the cognitive dissonance brought about as a result of the struggle between a culture inflicted on the individual and the individual's own "felt presence of the moment..." of needs and very likely contrary. One in one hundred incarcerated in the U.S. may be an indicator of the preceding.
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Consider culture is not your friend. It exists only to facilitate and perpetuate itself. See, it might be that "Heaven's Gate" was only a collateral damage of that facilitated perpetuation.

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No, we might sneer at naught but ourselves, reader, but pity the miserable and misdirected futility of an Applewhite and crowd, betrayed by the reflex ceremony and the contrived tradition of the society conditioning them and made psychotic by the cognitive dissonance so imposed.
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Read on.

Bad Neighbor

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As I shan't defend the Luddite and his hatred of machinery, I can’t besmear successes found this scientific century. I don't provide an argument for a flaw in science method... I only hope to point out, friend, its reach is mal-extended!
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I've lived passed half a century ... heard consumer sirens sing. I know that we’re conditioned, friend, to buy the "trendy" thing. We're beat up by the media to consume the current *soap*. Our *joy* is keyed to genitals, where they tie a silken rope. I've been around the block, myself, and see the trick pursued. It's a con of arbitration to corrupt your attitude.
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...Yes, they stroke you as they choke you, folks, and they milk your hapless glands. See, they'd help you smoke their cigarettes with a lie that "YOU’RE the man"! Tobacco prosecutes its RIGHTS, or “liberty’s erosion”... then jacks up on the nicotine to hook you on that notion!
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It’s disrespect to all worth holding! That's spit in honor’s eye. They would profit from your misery, live in luxury while you died. They’re thriving, still, while hapless folk float dead on hopeless chance! These trip their light fandango, friend! These prance their rich man’s dance!
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I heard a judge, a federal one: in confession he was dirty... telling C-SPAN just how hard it was to support his dear wife hurting. His kids had “needed college,” and his cost of living, dear! “Folk’s just don’t know how hard it _is_... ...on only *90 thousand* a year!”
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At present, now, are Christians who must now stand against the *peace*! None see the sweeping paradox, that their ethics are diseased! Saying. “The peace will come from devils. 'Cooperations?' — Leagues with Satan!” or “It's a sinful demon's work... to have a one world nation!”
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“The end times are upon us; look down, turn back... but pray”! “The beast has now arisen; so, the end comes any day”! “I’ll send my gold to Jesus, to he whom I'd call friend... so, “I’ll give my wealth to that cute Ralph Reed... or the likes of Benny Hinn.”
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“Yes! A 'PEACE' COMES FROM THE DEVIL”! This is their senseless cry! It's their platform, though not level... They don't think to wonder why! So if "peace" is mad contrivance and the brainstorm of the "Beast"? Then WAR is "blessed effort"! ...And that is just diseased!
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Up is "out" an near's "away"– we must "erode the trust!" We must end this "false endeavor" of a "search for peace" ... "we must"! "See, if peace comes from the devil, then that peace is God forbidden!" ...from the mouth of Ferry Falwell on the Christian *mount* he'd ridden.
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If I’m wrong on this, please say so, ... and I’ll hear your outraged shout... but that’s profoundly specious... crap... that they go on about! ...Clear to me religion is at best? Catastrophe! A tree is known by fruit produced... ...this fruit is blasphemy!
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...Consider now, Race *purity*... or my Cocker Spaniel canine! Official papers in a stack, rare beauty... highest stanine! Though, that superficial *beauty* had the "highest" kind of price. She was ill and ill afflicting; she was seldom ever nice.
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Moreover, she’s epileptic, and neurotic by her turn. She was mean and was a biter! All her chromosomes were burned! So, this ahead for *purists*! What the *skinheads* really want? To make genetic monsters... so their kids can howl and grunt?
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It’s diversity's the answer! It’s there must lie salvation! To "understand" begins right there... accommodate toleration! Tolerate what’s different, and find your irritation... "Left Behind" with all the sins... of religious aberration!


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Have you ever thought of the complete and utter disrespect that human beings must have, apart from fellow human beings, for animals in general? Genetically teasing them into the arrogant preconception of an ultimately unhealthy caricature of what that animal is supposed to be, they would prosecute this arrogant disrepect out of clueless insentience, it would appear.
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Now, with all the historical evidence on sex-linked genetic disease, plus the evidence that he can see around him in his pure bred animals —who CANNOT remotely live without him— the garden variety skin-head can't readily see that his racial *purity* is a myth, a joke, and a tragedy?
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Whither the UFOs in the face of such cluelessly arrogant, and ironically facilitated, ignorance? What's their take? Human: somewhat interesting if presently bad neighbors behaving badly like a troop of mawkish monkeys making seemingly meaningful mouth noises?
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Alien, would you introduce yourself to such idiocy as *humankind*... creatures so wrapped in self-involved denial they'd pretend they were, in fact, alone in this crowded room, free, though wrapped in their own toxic chains, and informed, even as they perceive "Fauxsnewz" as fair and balanced?
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I suspect not.
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Read on.
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Dirty Water

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Join me in Earth's orbit. Take a moment from your day. The Earth's adrift in starlight... moon and comets holding sway. The stars are bright in brilliant night, as keen and sharp as knives; below the 'man' completes his plan ... if from the dark contrived...
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Out here the suns make bracelets for a woman’s shadowed form. They outline shapes in curvy norms unconfined and non-conformed. These don’t diminish happiness, they are the stuff of you, and of them lives a consciousness that your conscience knows is true.
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See? You are your brother's keeper as you watch a blue Earth spin. You are part of something wholesome... if you question where you’ve been. The Earth is living, breathing – you can see her respiration. The clouds pump living water, friend! ...But that is my suggestion.
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Now to men... the pompous fly-specks who conspire on her skin. These paint themselves creation’s lords but know not where they've been. These pump their toxins endlessly for their programmed obsolescence. They spin their lies to sheeples... who are fawning acquiescence.
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They mewl and whine their dogma, these white-bread men of note. Entrenched in what’s *convenient* they have our future by its throat. The Earth is being poisoned, say EVERY ONE of my professors, but still we buy the boat, that car ... and ape the Earth's oppressor.
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Go back in time ... 3000 years: the period of "Chuck's comet." Excuse time slop, it’s not the point ... (...misdirection makes me vomit...). See Earth without that brownish tinge? See her healthy, green... abundant? See the belts of life's diversity, all her biospheres so verdant?
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See how life renews herself? She can spring back from an asteroid! But lately we have made her ill, become in fact a hemorrhoid. We four wheel down her shifting sides, we butchered bison herds... We *developed* needed marshlands, our demise seems undeterred!
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Others watching from the *outside* are, in deep, dismayed, distress. They continue observation. They record our sad excess. They get it all, and we shall find — when dancing our last dance, how wrong we were, short sighted... mean ... how we blew our every chance.

We’ll know regret, not now... but then... at blowing opportunities... at mixing up priority, and destroying our communities. See... if you’d do unto others what you’d have done unto you? You would, in fact, be smarter and much happier. That's true.
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See, because you must insult the Earth with your "single serving cola"? She's struck back with the AIDS, mon fre're, and afflicts us with Ebola! We’re not, remotely, needed for inclusion in her plans; she’d knock us from our perches on our pompous flaccid cans!
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Man, *big and strong*, just thinks he knows... or even understands, and then believes that he can thwart, or ignore his very glands! He thinks he has, indeed, worked out... the physics of his Gods, but he's, I'd bet, deceived himself — and is, in fact, a nob.

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“It’s the age of information”! ...Best be humble...
“Man has found his place ... Creation’s crown”! ...Oh, please...
“Man’s mastered his environment”! ...Feel a searing wince of shame!
“Hail the glory of the Human”! ...Then be shoved to humble knees!

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Remember what's below us on this Earth that we can orbit. This planet-ship of water, self-aware. What are we then —no really— but mere motes of "impure" water. A Water that is hurting... when a water unaware!
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Water that is reaching to the blackest inky skies; water that would abdicate its rock. Water mixing oils in a cavalcade of color; water with the talent and appreciated stock!
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See? We're naught but dirty water who has orbited her skies! Yet we can do the grander thing — be our Watcher’s glad surprise! Why, we can spend the money used to pedicure our feet to raise folks up respectfully— and improve our human breed!

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The entire globe would benefit when incandescent light bulbs, if not outlawed altogether, were nailed with a heavy usage tax...
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Move over, completely, to fluorescent... Power availability would increase (fewer brownouts), prices would go down (...the "meter-masters" freak out, the real problem...) ... and 30,000 starving children might get a god-damned bowl of rice with a fruitbar, instead of slipping miserably into their welcomed deaths every day of our pampered lives.
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This is forgetting other current atrocities we are abundantly capable of dealing with, and don't.
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Just heard this on CNN. Americans spend 6 BILLION dollars a year on *diets* that DO NOT WORK. I'm not being funny when I say this is the kind of thing keeping the saucers away...
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Mike Malloy (http://www.whiterosesociety.org/) is calling the aforementioned unadmitted atrocities "refugees from genocide." It can't happen here? ...It happened here. It's happening now, you bet. Where populations are consumed by starving pets and wild alligators?

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...Too many lives lost as a result of indifference, sloth, complacency, sociopathy, ignorance, cronyism, religiosity, intolerance, general insentience, corruption, institutional infidelity, graft and outright thievery... but plain old ornery and spirit-crafted MEAN, reader. ...And that's just in the top tier of the institutional *administration*... such as it is.

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Katrina was no accident of fate... rather a clear bid to clear all the "niggers and queers" out of a blue hotspot and turn the city into another Miami cash-sponge. It's ethnic cleansing, folks, for profit, like always. Where has 40 billion a year for 4 years today, gone, with regard to homeland *security*?

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...Do we know these men by their fruit, reader?
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...Impeach where apropriate and try for treason/war crimes... ...both, without delay.

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Lastly, it is just the kind of behavior required to keep revolted ETs hidden on the back side of our own freaking moon. Our Moon? Ha! This isn't even our planet! How do we lay claim to a moon?

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Spacefaring...

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One night, to be sure, I'd have stayed in my dreams! ...Humankind! Living in space it would seem! In rotating rings from the soil of the "belt"... ...an "Eden" constructed... ...an "Eden" I felt!
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These rings are concentric, with a center clear sphere. The gravity there was at zero, you hear?! It is there that the physics is worked out just right and magic is made! You fly a bright night!
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With wings made of paper and vibrant with color you flash in the sunlight, your soul interstellar. By day on the rim perhaps toil and bustle, but at night you can soar and relax tired muscles.

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At night in this city afloat in deep space, as you stare down infinity with the eyes in your face, you wonder on Babel, and God’s suspect plan... ...to strike down our language and so subjugate man.
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By His own words, and from His own mouth: we were uppity, ambitious — we'd covet his house! We would be as He was, embrace the all-knowing... ...reaching and striving, competing and growing!
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He did something, then, that I must find contemptible. He hammered us "good" for our pride so achievable. He scattered us w i d e in a smear of confusion. ...He would not condone, or accept, our "intrusion."
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But, still, now I sat in my warm spot in space. I pondered God’s motive, and I measured his grace. ...And I know that light’s "constant" is adjusted just so. And the "weak force" is balanced by strong forces... so?
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So God, cut to chase, quietly crafted these constants. Perforce, He's no God of mere "chanted endorsement." God’s mouth watered not, at Noah’s landing feast! Who was it, then, who handed us unjust and sad defeat?
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...Though, this had passed... and here we sat... abiding endless space? We took the chance, and dove straight *out* — a credit to our race! All white , and so black -- purple! All the yellows, and the reds, all the colors of the rainbows — we would fill our skies instead!
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Then I awoke... ...my eyes got wet... ...and I lay in my bed... as sad as I get. Gone were the bubbles of humans in space. Gone, the "ring cities" of a proud human race.
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Instead we are mired in unjust "reality." We've driven on winds of elitist mentality. We wallow confusions of metered distress; We seem to be cursed or at best, then, non-blessed.

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Heaven is having your own star-ship, with all that that implies. Mine is as big as Staten Island, lozenge shaped, and capped on both ends with a clear concave field that could stop neutrinos if it had to!
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The ship's not "mine" really, we're confederates. ...But it tolerates me. It's a living thing, actually, with vast innards of architectural magic, nature parks, lakes and oceans, self maintaining community, and powerful warp drives... ...ageless multimedia libraries for which an academician might trade his very soul. It is as close as you can get to heaven, still stay in the real world... be in charge of your own will.
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I wonder, is it ever appropriate to have a bone to pick with God, especially One who lusted at the board of humankind's table when He wasn't lusting after the daughters who served it? Tilt, eh?
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The ship... Did I tell you that you can live *forever* on it? Too, remember the "Galactic Library." Would you try to know it all?
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Yeah yeah yeah... derivative. But then everything is. Even... especially, consider, that which would otherwise seem so... "para-typical." It's all aboil, see, on the surface of the sun of that strange similarity across scale the reductionists can't see as provoked by accelerating futures the rest don't want to see. It remains. We must embrace that future, somehow, if only to accommodate it... perchance to pleasantly surprise it.

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