Friday, August 17, 2018

Worst Fishing Experience Ever

One of the perks for an aging crackpot who spent a considerable number of years exploring the UFO issue is society's expectation that he'll be stubbornly set in his odd ways, staunchly dedicated to standing by outlandish opinions, no matter what. 

Not quite accurate -- but that's how I feel about the Pascagoula UFO abduction incident, highly impressed and willing to suggest, oh my god, put all the other abduction reports aside and concentrate on whatever may have happened to Charles Hickson and Calvin Parker in the late afternoon of October 11, 1973 as they anticipated a little quiet time, fishing on the Pascagoula River in Mississippi.  Should the story be accurate, the only catch of the day was two fishermen abducted and physically examined by entities that emerged from a craft dropping in from the sky.

In the pages of this blog, several times over the years, we've discussed with deep respect the Pascagoula case (check out the search engine on this page), and details of the incident abound on the Internet, so I'm not going to rehash what's already been rehashed to death.

What IS new is a missing piece to the Pascagoula puzzle in the form of an unexpected but very welcome book written by Calvin Parker himself.  Entitled, Pascagoula:  The Closest Encounter, My Story, is a book that needed to be written, particularly because while Charlie Hickson was alive he wrote of the incident himself and gave multiple interviews, while Calvin Parker ran from publicity and spent years trying to get things right in his head after experiencing something incredible.  Something overpowering and frightening, orchestrated by creatures appearing nothing whatsoever like the traditional variety plastered upon many a book and movie screen.  Indeed, these entities reportedly appeared truly "alien."

No, I have not seen the book yet.  Maybe I never will, as I gave up reading and reviewing UFO-related books for print a long time ago, having realized that my meager contributions to UFO research had peaked and it was time to get out of the way.  Still, I am intrigued, and I may latch on to a copy sooner or later.

Why am I a Pascagoula abduction cheerleader?  It's not just the involvement of Dr. J. Allen Hynek (who was impressed), nor the passed polygraphs, nor the secretly recorded conversation between Hickson and Parker in the sheriff's office, nor the obvious integrity of each man.  For me, the whole thing blossomed particularly when the existence of multiple witnesses came up -- witnesses on the highway near the Pascagoula River who apparently watched a very strange-looking craft glide into the area where the two men were fishing, at approximately the same time.  Among the witnesses, as we've noted previously, included three active duty Navy men watching in awe as they proceeded along the highway, and one of them came forward not only to describe what they saw in the sky, but to publicly identify himself and his buddies by name.  The AP's Natalie Chambers wrote about the admirable witness aspect, prompting the late popular ABC Radio commentator Paul Harvey to spend an entire Saturday noon session laying out the Pascagoula mystery for his national audience years after it had occurred, powerfully making the point that Hickson and Parker weren't exactly alone that fateful late afternoon.

Calvin Parker was reportedly encouraged by his wife to write his own account of the Pascagoula incident -- something he really had wanted to do anyway, knowing that the years were passing.  Who among us knows how much time we have left on Earth to accomplish things we really feel must be done?

With a foreword by Philip Mantle (who also published the story) and lots of assistance to Parker by well-known UFO researchers to give the book a nudge, Parker's book should rank among the most important regarding UFO abductions.  Yes, the abduction phenomenon can be tricky to explore, and many a case has turned out to be pure nothing, but now and then along comes a story so bizarre, yet so persuasive, that it commands our attention.  I'm in Calvin Parker's corner on this one, have never not been, but I sure as hell never plan to go fishing in Pascagoula.

Rotting from the Inside Out:  How long will it take NY's governor to eat his own tail?  "We're not going to make America great again," promised Andrew Cuomo in a speech a few days ago. "It was never that great."  This incredibly pampered leftist governor, purely a child of privilege from birth, has no idea what it means to be a hard-working, sacrificing American.  If not for progressive morons in the direction of New York City and "downstate" in general who continue to vote for him, this fool would be relegated to reciting bad poetry on a street corner.

The miracle of plastics:  With non-stop reports surfacing of dangerous, cancer-friendly chemicals leaching from plastic food, drink and storage containers, the only solution seems to be a return to glass jars and metal vessels, maybe even containers manufactured with a vegetation base.  Of course, despite the solution, nobody wants to pay to ship the inevitable extra weight of heavier containers, so don't hold your breath for the Big Change.  Plastic has made our lives easier and better, but like so many things its very substance eventually deteriorates and becomes a threat.  We suspect the plastic nightmare has only just begun, its most engulfing terrors yet unrealized.  Meanwhile, the separate but equal matter of food contamination seems to be on the minds of consumers.

Monday, August 13, 2018

Going Out in Style

Aside from a relatively dispassionate-sounding theme song in the movie, "M*A*S*H," suicide is rarely painless for family and friends left behind.

Warnings aside, however, there's no denying that suicides  -- and murder/suicides -- are dramatically on the rise in the U.S., and our fascination with these incidents captivates much of the mainstream media whenever its members can tear themselves away from daily attacks on Trump.

Personally, I believe that a lot of post-modern suicides involve not only personal mental health, economic or family issues, but also a growing mass realization that we humans, no matter how you deal the cards, add up to just one monster species of rat-bastard, smiling phony smiles all the way, destroying in the name of building and selectively decimating other species in the name of necessity "for public safety."  Strong words?  Look around.

But, well -- so here's this guy at the Seattle airport, 29 years of age, a baggage handler who never flew a plane in his life.  Whatever's going on in Richard Russell's head, he forged ahead to break all the rules that many folks whose lives are encumbered by regulation wish they could crush, and off he goes into the wild blue aboard His Own Private passenger aircraft with nobody aboard to spoil fate's definitive and final bucket list entry.

To the country's amazement, stunning even veteran pilots who may or may not have endured spectacular UFO encounters during their careers, here's this trusted airline employee, a nice and compassionate man by all accounts, executing awe-inspiring air show style maneuvers as he weaves and winds his path toward a one-way destiny.  Unsure whether terrorism was the name of this crazy game, a couple of fighter jets soon join the rogue non-pilot, stimulating some folks on the ground to report this as an event in which jets are chasing a UFO (Ground Zero radio show broadcaster Clyde Lewis was tipped off to this sky activity as phone calls about a possible UFO pursuit by jet fighters began trickling in).

So time goes on, and the airport tower and others apparently establish radio contact with Russell, soon to be called "Rich" by one new-found tower buddy who attempts unsuccessfully to talk him down as jet fighter pilots await orders to shoot "Rich" out of the air.

But what must Russell be thinking?  His general matter-of-fact way of speaking doesn't betray his own thoughts that, in his own words, he's "got a few screws loose," though he puts the icing on a crazy cake by adding, "I guess I never really knew it till now."  Hmm.  Maybe cats can drive cars, too.

So, "Rich," now everybody in authority's new friend (until he lands the plane, that is), surely must realize, despite helpful voices poised to assist him with friendly fire of some nature, that there's nothing good awaiting him on terra firma except a thousand psychiatrists and psychologists, law enforcement personnel from agencies whose names some of us can't even pronounce, and the likely prospect of spending the rest of his life rotting in prison or being cocoon-wrapped within the confines of a mental institution.

Maybe for the first time in his life, a choice is clear, and once one has chosen to become daredevil for an instant, violating all the rules society puts in place to keep our leashes short, no other punishing destination for flying like a bird exists except Crash and Burn Land, whether the supposedly rational reside momentarily in Crazytown or Adventure City.  About Russell's apparent intention to fly but not land -- who wouldn't admire and share the prospect of merely staying airborne and avoiding the growing pile of human-caused physical and social excrement burgeoning on Earth?  One wonders what lessons Russell may have gleaned from watching tarnished comings and goings at the Seattle airport.

Nevertheless, oh my, how very bonkers authorities go when seemingly good, normal people turn on a dime to become something unexpected.

We suggest, get used to it.  I know what we are, and there is no cure in sight.

President Trump needs to effect an Executive Order to strike "O" from the alphabet for a while, please, and then maybe we can forget the names, Obama and Omarosa.  Regarding the latter -- when I entered the Air Force and later on worked for a government agency, I was required to sign various papers basically requiring a degree of loyalty.  So now this Omarosa character, already caught up in lies and memory shape-shifting, shouldn't be prosecuted for recording (!!) and revealing things that might send other folks right to jail and whip up some huge fines?  If she doesn't already know the meaning of non-disclosure, maybe she will very soon, should government authorities actually do the right thing.

South Africa meltdown:  Seems a tad extreme for the government to kill white farmers so black folk can take the land.  Obama, of course, didn't say a word about this carnage when he spoke ever so eloquently, so vacantly, when he was right in the thick of horrible things recently in S.A.  The accommodating press, of course, hardly report anything in this country about this ongoing hell.

Antifa unmasked:   These cockroaches are fascists of the worst order, traversing mere foul language to actually harm and threaten.  Their numbers may be growing among young radicals looking for the wrong reasons to be relevant, but their actions will eventually put them in a very bad place.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Our New Social Disease - From S&M to SM

I can remember those golden (maybe not the best word to use in the current political climate mixed with fake Russian news)) days when even town perverts had standards and adhered to some degree of respectability, a time when S&M was the convenient and appetizingly short term for sadomasochism.  These days, get rid of the ampersand, leave SM by itself and what do you get?  Why, SM means social media, of course, and when you're talking about SM you're probably still alluding to S&M in some way.

Social media was doing just fine until the corporate censors stepped in, and yes, I'm thinking about Alex Jones suddenly being dropped by a succession of social media networks in falling domino fashion.  No, I've not spent a lot of time checking out Jones' shtick in the past because his stuff doesn't appeal to me, but to each his own.  Pardon me, to each THEIR own.

Ironically, Alex Jones' stock-in-trade warnings about conspiracies now seem to have come true -- right in his living room, basically.  If just one SM network had dropped him, well, hmm -- but several almost simultaneously?

This is some pretty dangerous activity on the ol' Internet.  Wasn't this vast digital wasteland supposed to be the ultimate, if not the last bastion of anything-goes free speech?  If the major players won't allow potentially loathsome or eye of the beholder speech online, what remains?  Used to be, any high school kid realized that a major responsibility of the First Amendment is to protect words which offend, not simply the sappy tympanic membrane and optical nerve-safe stuff.

But like so many other things, there's probably much more going on here.  For starters, leftists who think they own the Web would love to rid the world of both conservative sites and of those who would question and unravel their power.  No, Alex Jones is not a conservative, but he doesn't need to be.  He can be outspoken, he can be outrageously wrong and he can act the fool, his choice.  The thing is, in American society such people have both their supporters and detractors, and as long as everybody has a fair chance to vent their opinions, we'll be fine.

Unfortunately, the dictators of mind control don't merely ply their trade in China, Russia and North Korea.  We have our own, right here in the USA, though it was never supposed to be this way.  And if the only cure for selective private censorship is more government control, we're in more trouble than we care to believe, though this evolving situation regarding denial of service over alleged violation of nebulous "standards" by major players may indeed lead to the halls of Congress for. . .something.

We shudder, too, to ponder that much of the current status Web-wise likely stems from global influences laboring and tweaking in conjunction with domestic decision makers.

As many sources have already pointed out, how is it, for example, that social media participants such as Louis Farrakhan haven't been banned for violent rhetoric?  Obviously, this is but one example.  Who goes and who stays -- when maybe everybody, with few exceptions, should stay?

If little else, the major social media companies suddenly appear to have engaged in exactly what they're pursuing Trump for -- collusion.  Ironic, yes?  Or is the word conspiracy?

Monday, July 30, 2018

Bits and Pieces for July 2018


Multiculturalism reaches out:  Conservative federal prosecutor Ryan W. Bounds (Oregon) didn't make the cut (Washington Post, May 10) for a seat on the U.S. Court of Appeals because a few of the usual congressional suspects didn't like his 20-year-old writings about multiculturalism, penned as a Stanford University student.  Because one major critic, Sen. Richard Blumenthal, became particularly energized about Bounds' beliefs of decades past, even though Bounds now denounces them, maybe it's only fair that we hold Blumenthal's feet to the fire about his own controversial statements years ago, leading some to believe he served in Vietnam, when he did not.

Sorry, but even televised news reports of recent years bear witness to the logic in some of Bounds' old writings regarding "sensitivity" training and race-based groups.

NBC News reported on children raised by parents as "theyby" kids, apparently a term for growing up without the curse of identification with a gender.  Especially popular among progressive parents -- of course -- not even friends or other family members may be let in on the secret of who was born boy or who was born girl, because it just doesn't matter.  Not only is the blatant denial of established gender science dangerous to the individual and, frankly, idiotic for a society, but history will record an -- we hope brief -- era during which parents and others who carelessly bought into leftist amentia were actually the clueless court jesters of society. . .

Which brings us to the NY Post of July 17, reporting about Dr. David Mackereth, a UK physician fired simply for refusing to use preferred "transgender pronouns" in the presence of TG patients.  Admitting also to the high crime of practicing Christianity, the good doctor confesses that he will never again be able to work for England's National Health Service or any government agency.  Mackereth admits to a "climate of fear" in his medical specialty, where staff are instructed to inform on one another for violating these monumentally silly and stupid "discrimination" laws.

With radical Islam running rampant in Great Britain, save throughout Western Europe, destined to become even more influential unless timid legislators actually address the issue forcefully, we think it's safe to suggest that extremists will pretty much handle the transgender issue in a murderous, final way sooner or later, and boys and girls will again become boys and girls.  Meanwhile, a country intent on attacking its physician class and others whom, by nature, feel compelled to buck a system wildly out of control, soon won't be a country at all. 

Hey, England -- like here in portions of the U.S., your damned inmates are running the lunatic asylum.  But you already knew that, did you not?

Boys in chains:  Newsmax (July 19) expresses author Scott McEwen's (American Sniper) concerns that boys spend too much time on the Internet, trading badly needed skills, exercise and time outside the home for a world of digital device enslavement.  Well, how dare he, will McEwen ever be published again?!

Not surprisingly, a University of Texas-Austin male student (re Campus Reform) caught up in the poisonous spider's web known as Title IX and found guilty regarding a non-harassment incident was mandated to watch and reflect in a paper about a film tackling toxic vs. "healthy" masculinity.  Apparently, he was instructed to outline how he would encourage "healthy" masculinity -- which, we suggest, is going to be one hell of a difficult task in a male-hating society which, nonetheless, can't even admit that genders exist, and last time we counted they numbered two. Two.  Total two.

Monday, July 23, 2018

The Infected Left

The very notion of Trump derangement syndrome may be the absurd product of a nation caught up in its own hysterics, but it seems to affect those on the left most of all.   For instance, teenage Second Amendment expert David Hogg appears to have taken to exercising in his hamster wheel once again, this time allegedly fretting something about Trump canceling elections in 2020.  Yep, sounds like TDS to me.  David, my lad, we know what a traumatic event did to you, and it must be difficult coming back -- but "the incident" aside, what the hell did public education in Florida do to your mind?   The more young Hogg babbles on in this vein, allowing the media to gobble him up, the more those around him should be concerned about his future.

Then there's New York's puffed-up Democrat governor and presidential wannabe Andrew Cuomo, running for and likely to be elected to a third term (pretty much by NY City know-nothings and who knows what electoral processes. . .), who spoke before his hypnotized masses this weekend to condemn guns, Supreme Court nominee Kavanaugh and, of course, the prez.

Speaking of guns, we're more than happy to resurrect an April, 2013 photo from Colorado showing a billboard raised -- but taken down quickly by people of a dissenting opinion -- to make a point.  As sometimes happens, I'm not quite sure whom to credit, but the picture comes out of Greeley, CO.

Cuomo's blood pressure obviously hit the heights when the U.S. legal system decided that blueprints for 3-D printer guns can indeed be made available online, and we're sure he's particularly urinated off now that the AK's have been designated as sporting, not assault, weapons.  Cuomo has been right out front among state governors taking every nitpicking action possible to deprive citizens of or severely curtail their constitutional right to possess firearms, and now --especially with the likelihood that Kavanaugh will join the Supreme Court -- New York's governor obviously sees his gun control powers slowly turning to sand and heading for history's garbage heap of stupid legislation, despite his re-election potential. 

We were, in particular, amused when Cuomo again tried to make a case for the kind of guns required for hunting, while again he totally ignores the fact that the Second Amendment has nothing whatsoever to do with hunting and everything to do with keeping a little protective firepower around the house in case of, oh, say. . . a government insurrection?  As if THAT could ever happen. And in New York?  Uh huh.

Cuomo's retirement from politics (if ever) can't come fast enough for many in NY, wary of government processes influenced by his way of conducting business, and that of several close-or-not associates who recently encountered legal trouble.  Meanwhile, we suspect Cuomo, too, is a victim of Trump derangement syndrome, which kinda takes away one's ability to accept, believe or even comprehend the reality right in front of one's face.  If Trump has an opportunity to name yet another SC justice or two during his term, we suspect Cuomo and governors of a similar mindset may require long-term hospitalization on a quiet locked ward adorned with cute pictures of kittens and cartoon characters and leftist heroes such as Mao and Che.

Canada needs 3-D printers right away:  Hey, Mr. Trudeau, some of us in the states wish you had just kept on dancing instead of doing whatever you do now, but if you really want to be a hero to your people, let 'em have guns for personal protection.  Obviously, some bad folk in your country already have firearms, and as they murder their way across Canada and over the border, who will stop them?  Police and Mounties arriving just in time to draw chalk lines?  Really, we suspect this 3-D printer thing is going to make tremendous strides toward personal protection in the years to come.  (Silly us, how could we think it?)

Trump Unleashes Twitter on Iran:  Thanks in no small way to Obama, Iran got away with the store.  As far as we're concerned, Trump can't criticize the Iranian religious lunatic fringe enough.  As internal hostility grows in Iran, we hope the seemingly impossible happens -- that the brutal secret police force torturing and imprisoning Iranian citizens will come to realize what dark and evil people they serve.  And for what?