From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com> Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1999 07:34:46 -0600 Fwd Date: Sun, 24 Jan 1999 02:46:18 -0500 Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #290 Apology to MW #290 (For January 23, 1999) Alarming! RAM Stephens is at best mere distraction, a ripple of nonsense to scatter like wind in the murk we inhabit so _far_ from perfection amidst our intolerance, and fair weather friends . . . At worst he's an agent of blackness and spies -- a stooge for the *man*, a purveyor of lies. A man thus connected to spin party lines -- a message confusing, cross purpose, and trying. Perhaps he's a loser, a dreamer, complainer . . . with visions of grandeur -- believer, campaigner. Perhaps he's bought in to what's _shallow_ at best. Perhaps he's enslaved to what won't stand its test. Perhaps he's a whacko, a public buffoon, or someone who stopped with his meds a bit soon. Whatever he's saying he's taking a gamble, if securing attention he's made an example of all that works hard to discredit our interest in *people from space* -- to _encourage_ disinterest! He speaks with a sneer, like EVERYTHING's clear, but dodges the questions that gesture and cheer -- or beg for their answers in *things* that we've seen that _millions_ attest to, and remain unredeemed. He fronts for the ignorant shadows, of course -- he fans up the murk like a crazy Kal Korff. And what are his bonafides; what strange credentials are part of a makeup that makes _him_ essential? He says he's a SEAL, or says that he's not? What's his agenda? What has he got? A demand to Art Bell for unlimited air time, to play twenty questions? Far better, my RHYME!! <g>. For me? For my money? He's personally insulting -- a little revolting -- remote, deconstructing. He's a block, or an obstacle -- a hurdle we face on the gamut we run to touch Truth on the face. He _has_ nothing new -- just trots out old argument still used like a salve, or a fraudulent unguent. He's dishonest, deceitful, designing, disingenuous. He's conniving, contemptible, a cad, and incontemptuous! Better men are _destroyed_ for transgressions like these! Whither RAM Stephens? Is he _different_? Oh -- please! Perhaps Bell's a shill and Hoagland's a hoaxster. Perhaps Knapp's a fake <g>, and Rense is a jokester. Nothing in Stephens' promotes _their_ bad credit, and it seems that _he's_ worse than the ones he discredits. And where are his proofs; what's he forgetting? What mistakes has he made, and why is he fretting? His approach is quite manic, a _frenzy_ at rest -- thousands of E-Mails (but he answers mine best). He has all the answers, and he's here to put _right_ all the hounds of _my_ ignorance -- _my_ cognitive blight! I resent his intrusion like his piss on my leg. He tells me it's raining!! To differ, I beg. The tone is more strident, but it sings the old song, balloons and old swamp gas -- just strings us along. We *know* that there's something that watches out there. We don't guess its purpose while it sits there and stares. And the *boys* unelected have *info* galore -- you can bet it means changes -- I'd bet, _evens_ the score. But _they_ are struck _clueless_, so grasp to their chests what their pay and position, or their excess suggests. Stephens makes ridicule, and mocks all those things that perplex, and confound us; he taunts, sneers, and pings. He gibes proclamation with airy aplomb, but his sarcasm's worse, a disparaging _bomb_. He chaffs, and he razzes, but he's smelling the fear of a change to his world view that's bearing down -- near. And what is his program? What's his agenda? He's trying as hard as he can to offend ya' <g>. Where's he get off? What is his plan? What's the connection. Why's he have fans? I'll just bet they inhabit a rabid right aisle; I'll just bet their soft hands hide a predator's smile. Yes -- there _are_ secrets, clandestine and dark that are buried in dungeons, and cellars, or parks. Along with no Santa Clause there's evil conspiracy to dump on the masses elitist indecency. We've corrupt institutions! We _wallow_ in lies that _don't_ come from Hoagland, Art Bell, or what flies! It's justice for sale to the moneyed elite. It's dependence on lawyers, and cops on the beat. It's worship for doctors, and honor for priests. it's money to scientists who march to the beat. It's him and his manner that typifies loss of all that the cosmos could give us at _cost_. His eyes look away from the light that would shine if we _looked_ for real answers -- and questioned our finds. And I find it _strange_, and a little bit _odd_ that he came on the scene as Firmage gave a nod. Is RAM the planned balance to confound our credulity? Is it RAM that makes waves to promote our stupidity? Who's the _big_ liar? Is it Hoagland, or Bell (?), or can RAM take his chip shots from the bunkers of hell? Lehmberg@snowhill.com This one went on a bit long. Sorry. Restore John Ford! -- Explore the Alien View! Ponder the Wit & Wisdom of Ching Chow! http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/arecibo/46/ <Updated 18 January> John Ford Restoration Fund -- Send your checks and money orders to _me_, Alfred Lehmberg (cut out the lawyers, they got their's) at: 304 Melbourne Drive, Enterprise AL, 36330. Strict records kept. "Only thin, _very light_ envelopes with a return address will be accepted <g>." ~~~ $225.00 pledged -- $125.00 collected ~~~ "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.
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