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From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com>
Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 07:43:53 -0500
Fwd Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 20:15:22 -0400
Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #130

Apology to MW #130 (For April 29, 1997)

Though awake to a fear that has captured the soul.
Though beyond all accounting, though beyond all control.
The horror is lurking a half turn from you;
Do the hard looking, and be fearful, too.

Some blather glass flow, or drunk driving glower.
An evasion of inquest is the purpose of cowards.
The Re:=92s in the news groups may fan at the bottom;
And defeat any clarity, just add to the flotsam.

Imrie and Rogers have made their assumptions.
Spedding and Twitch are of similar compunction.
Together they push with unreasoning fear;
The better safe course of debunking to steer.

I=92m not a believer with stars in my eyes.
It=92s not the true skeptic I decry, and despise.
It=92s not profound ignorance that covers this land.
It=92s the proudly unbrave, against which I stand!

Afraid they may lose all their ill gotten gain.
Afraid that their ethics are tarnish and stain.
Afraid, so expression is backward and literal;
Afraid of _even_ a classical liberal.

Though something=92s afoot in this grandest of lands,
The *bunkies* assume the most trusting of stands.
The evidence compels us to detailed suspicions,
But they won=92t question, still, our sacred traditions.

Like the Peruvian Rebels so _conveniently_ dead.
They were kind to their captives, had a message instead?
Their Indians are treated as bothersome criminals.
They are stepped on, dismissed, in the manner of animals.

There=92s _something_ aloft, overhead, in our skies.
It is there in strange fact before our own eyes.
The evidence points from the hands of fine men
Like Hynek, and Vallee, or Friedman, or Sitchin.

But still *bunkies* smirk, and do still act all wise!
While the Earth slowly dwindles, and withers and dies.
They have their big dinners, and their cars have fine gas;
The rest of the world can just, flat, kiss their ass.

They *worked* for their *stuff*, they corrosively reason.
They think they have weathered the *meanest* of seasons.
They think it can=92t be that their world is infested
With beings they _won=92t_ see, and not seen are contested.

And if one in a hundred, then he goes college.
At one in a hundred he gets to much silage.
. . .One in a hundred, he=92s got half the money;
. . .One in a hundred, only _he_ tastes the honey.

He=92s old Ollie North so resplendent on C-SPAN.
Bull shitting our youth with his suffering dead pan.
He brandished our Paper like a rightest sonata,
But he trashed it with drug deals, and arms deals with Contra!

He=92s Doc Imrie, Distracted by Valueless Messages.
With a wink, and a smirk, in his petulant presages.
He shuffles, and dodges =96 avoids real deals.
His retorts, in reality, pathetic appeals.

He=92ll shove back his fear, shafted others would find.
He=92ll walk his colossus in corridors of mind.
He=92ll take his own baseline, make time to pray,
But not asking who=92s been _paying_ so he can have his play.

And in the looking you find a new conscience, in a study all your own,
While others guzzle culture beer, and black shops are getting stoned.
You ask yourself, what do _you_ spend -- in real blood stained dollars.
You feel the answer a noose on neck =96 a tie, a leash, a collar.

			Lehmberg@snowhill.com

And the good news is . . .that there _is_ good news. Cast off that
collar. All we have to do is work a little harder to stay off each
others ass (tolerance), cop to bullshit (tell the truth), and admit, but
don=92t persecute, a mistake. Consider =96 finding out you were wrong about
something is, STILL, a step up!  Read some Sturgeon! Celebrate your
length and breadth! Be at the center of your universe! If you don=92t like
it, change it as much as you are able =96 just don=92t give in to the
proclamations, and postulates of the pontificator! Think for yourself!
Ask why! Have the courage to say you=92re not convinced! Don=92t be hobbled
by what a scientist says is impossible; think of the millions of times
they have been wrong, forgetting _entirely_ the millions of times they
have been right. Take the alien view. It=92s happening where none of us
think to look; it=92s _not_ what we think; and _that=92s_ the kingdom here
at hand! Watch James Burke (Connections) , and see how underpants had to
precede computers as an example of what I=92m talking about. It=92s not what
you think!
--
"I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from
afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, while burning at the
fundamentalist's stake for making the half turn. If more had made the
turn, then no one would have burned!