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From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com>
Date: Sun, 07 Sep 1997 12:04:23 -0500
Fwd Date: Sun, 07 Sep 1997 13:51:03 -0400
Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #178

Apology to MW #178 (For September 7, 1997)

I come to the *skeptic* in attempt to get straight;
No axe in mind to grind.
I'm looking for some clarity
For the inside of my mind.

What I get is timid mind set,
And a furrowed, hostile brow.
Dismissal of good questions
Is what they're into now.

I ask, sans guile, "what of this *thing*"?
You launch your explanation --
With your focus way too narrow,
Heading off in mean directions!

You herald what's convenient
And supports your comfy view.
Unmindful your assumptions
Are just fine for your's and you.

Your assumptions *confirm* a level field.
The shoes we all wear, the same.
Your assumptions affirm that it hinges on *character*
Of those that you point at, and lay all your blame.

But I hear you all out through the flow of your logic
That is set up just right, for a few.
Fallacy's rampant inside your encampment,
Strawmen served up like a stew.

You are friendly until disagreement --
When it still looks like I could be a convert!
But then you turn mean, get pissed off and steamed,
And start treating me like I'm a pervert.

And the look on your face is just priceless;
Like it is drawn from the pages of Dickens.
This look can obtrude when conspiracy's used
To explain why your plot clearly thickens.

The sky's so filled with strangeness
All you have to do is go outside and look,
And see what's not been handled
In your bibles and tired books.

You don't see daggers at your throat
'Cause where you sit it's fine,
But broach forbidden subjects
And you'll think you've lost your mind.

I can see the implication
And I really should be quiet,
But anomaly intrigues me and
I really want to try it <g>.

"Be careful what you wish for," the timid bunkies pule.
They consider the erosion of their gains.
They prop corrupt society up by keeping people stupid --
By fronting lying systems that pervert and cant our brains.

If everybody did it _I_ could give up quite a bit --
Though my pay just tops the poor man's humble line.
I had my plan in early so I could actualize my self,
And I'd gladly give it up it meant end problems in our time!

But EVERYBODY does it; I won't throw mine in a hole!
I won't be giving mine to Benny Hinn.
Pat can kiss my ass, with Jerry Falwell pushing past,
'Cause I'm knowing where the devil's really been!

And that's where bunkies leave me.
They provide no satisfaction.
Content in sheltered whitebread,
Contriving shadows to distract them.

     Lehmberg@snowhill.com

A true skeptic dances in the moonlight with a feather in his/her ass as
far as the true bunky is concerned. They couldn't BE more polarized.
There is advancement in skepticism. Dogma is a return to the caves -- a
smothering party line. _I_ am a skeptic!


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