Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Ted Cruz in Space -- Can the UFO Question Be Far Behind?

Be the first on your block to ask Senator Ted Cruz about UFOs.  After all, the question seems inevitable.  As Hunter Walker and Jessica Orwig report in  Yahoo Finance  (Jan. 14), Cruz soon undertakes new duties as chairman of the Senate Commerce Subcommittee on Science, Space, and Competitiveness, a powerful position allowing oversight of  the National Aeronautics and Space Administration.  Cruz wasted little time in distributing a press release on January 14, delineating plans for NASA's future  In a statement entitled, "Focus NASA on Its Core Mission:  Exploring Space, and More of It," Sen. Cruz assured Americans of his intention to expand the US space program.  How utterly refreshing, compared to the nonsense and non-science we endure currently under the Obama bunch.

When somebody assumes government-directed outer space duties, it's almost obligatory for a media representative to ask The Big Question about his or her interest in the UFO subject:  Do you believe in flying saucers?  Why are UFOs here?  Are space beings here to help us?  Why do crazy people see alien spaceships in the sky?  If they were real, wouldn't aliens land on the White House lawn, and then run across it until gaining easy access, after passing dozing Secret Service agents and dispatching attack dogs with death rays?

I fully support inquiring of Cruz about his UFO views, but the problem -- as usual -- is likely to emerge because the first media person to take the plunge will probably wrap his or her questions in words of absurdity, the big throw-away opportunity, therefore making a joke of the issue and creating a field day for debunkers and skeptics from the get-go. 

We hope, at least, that Cruz becomes aware that a certain population of former and current NASA scientists are not only familiar with reliable UFO evidence, but that some have even written books on the subject.

In the meantime, Senator Cruz, should your efforts happen to get us back to the moon,  would you kindly have somebody procure for me a few buckets of helium-3?  Nothing increases the profit margin at garage sales like a little helium-3, and the stuff's much too important merely to be gobbled up by Chinese communists, who won't share.

But wait -- ABC-TV News breaks in to wring out the UFO mop, right over our laps.   David Muir's evening edition on January 19 blew off a blurb about Project Blue Book files now housed at The Black Vault  (see link) and, try hard though he did, John Greenewald, Jr's gallant efforts to assure viewers that those files ultimately have little to do with the enduring UFO mystery, the impression left with a TV audience whose members barely know that Joseph Biden isn't a street sweeper dictated that the UFO enigma is an enigma nevermore.  If, in particular, you've followed Kevin Randle's (see link) recent posts, the real story behind the story comes down to a U.S. Air Force division more concerned with explaining sightings away than in chronicling legitimate evidence of a mystery in need of pursuit.  In other words, if one is too unconcerned or lazy to make the case, ultimately statistics released to the public look pretty darned good.  Nothing to see here, folks, except for all the stuff we didn't get to see because Project Blue Book wasn't the main attraction, just something pretty and shiny to keep the legit media off the track.  It worked, too.

And as UFO reports continue all over the globe, this disturbing news:   Fox-TV intends to resurrect The X-Files.  Great! I disliked it before, and now I can work up to thorough disgust as Fox scours the program bone yard for something, anything, to bring back cherished ratings and profitable commercials.  The worst UFO drama I ever viewed is still Dr. Ed Condon's performance, an almost  Oscar-worthy portrayal where he pretended to be a dispassionate UFO researcher at the University of Colorado -- but I wouldn't want a Condon redux any more than I'm looking forward to an X-Files  rehash, which will mold and twist real UFO evidence and reports into something indistinguishable from the truth -- which is still "out there," but not "there" at  TXF.   Talk about a deflated football. . .

President Obama's Mistake of the Union speech:   Unremarkable, except for profound self-congratulatory language.  The customary Obama hocus-pocus POTUS.  His climate change nonsense was particularly grating, because NASA has allegedly backed off a bit about 2014 being the hottest year on record, as a figure of 37 percent "certainty" has since emerged, which the mainstream media won't bother to bring up.  Ms. Ernst's Republican response, on the other hand, establishes her as a strong, solidly credentialed representative, in need of a little more televised outrage, but she won't be complete until she emerges as hard line Tea Party all the way.  We really can't take any more of the Democrat/Republican twins, identical in so many ways.

I don't wish to be a Muslim-basher here, but the ongoing question begs -- how come, ever since the 9/11 murders by overwhelmingly Saudi-affiliated Islamists, we in the USA have been encouraged, if not forced exponentially to cozy up to Muslims?  Even Duke University almost got into the act with a Muslim "call to prayer" from the heights of a Christian chapel, after, apparently, it wasn't enough just to allow Muslims to worship at a lower level.  Fortunately, clearer Christian heads prevailed (and did not roll down the street -- yet) and this silly little practice of attempting to hold one's religion literally higher in the sky than other religions failed.  This time. One would think Duke U. would have been on its best behavior after that little episode a few years ago of condemning its hockey players based upon the words of a deceptive prostitute who lied about being raped and abused (and she, recently, was arrested on far more serious charges in another incident).

Nevertheless, if this is the route we're following in the USA, maybe Satanists could get away with blowing up a building or two, killing thousands of folks in the process -- and, after a few years transpire, some pathetically progressive university in a forgiving mood will allow devil worship services inside its chapel as an act of good, um, faith.  After all, not ALL Satan worshipers are bad, you know -- it's just that the good ones won't speak out against the worst of the lot.  Where have we heard that before?

Paris Goes Bonkers  for  from Islam:   Fox News feels compelled to apologize for reports pointing out places in France where Islam is pretty much in control and non-Muslims tend not to go?  Hey, other media have said the same for years.  Were I France or Great Britain, I think I would spend less time trying to sue the press for exposing the obvious and instead contemplate how and why European countries have allowed Islam to consume parts of those nations without any responsibility to assimilate.  If Euro-moron state politicians can't bother to make certain populations convert to native ways, rather than the other way around (hint:  Shariah Law's archosaur status, regurgitated from the ninth century), don't grouse about and sue over reports substantiated over time by far more sources than Fox.  Looks like somebody wants to stamp out legitimate "Islamophobia" by once again inexplicably cozying up with a concept destined to kill off the Europe we know and love.  So, France -- in the future, will life really be much nicer in Nice?  Would you like French fries or Freedom fries with your nice cup of Caliphate?

Somewhat vaguely on the same subject, Al Sharpton comes to mind.   Now  the reverend of race is bitching about Hollywood and the Shocking Notification that no black people are up for an Academy Award this year.  This is his complaint of the moment?  Or is he trying to divert public attention away from the race-baiting he helped stir up in Ferguson and beyond recently -- which didn't quite work out for his Best Face Forward after cops were executed?  Got news for Rev. Al -- when history is written, he should properly be exposed as the black man who did virtually nothing on the soapbox to prevent an influx of illegal aliens, destined by numbers alone to steal jobs from that nebulous entity known as  the black community. 

But if Sharpton is really serious about the Oscars, before next year's nominations he should write, produce, direct and star in his own motion picture.  May I suggest:  The Real True Tawana Brawley Story.  Try that one, Reverend Al -- and no fibbing allowed.  He should tell the truth about his words and actions with this police case and how, to his very day, he has not issued apologies for his substantial promotion of what turned out to be lies and utter fiction (look it up).  And the Oscar goes to. . .

The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven  didn't really go there, as the best-selling book's young author, Alex Malarkey, disclosed last week.  Looks like we have to play a little game of  Allegedly   here because daddy allegedly may have helped perpetrate this publishing fraud which was touted as a true story.  The publisher has recalled remaining copies and The Faithful are rightfully urinated, with some True Believers likely thinking perhaps they might have experienced more truth by handling and fondling Baptist rattlesnakes in the deep South.  As a result of this mess, I feel encouraged to write my own book, we'll call it  The Man Who Lived a Hell on Earth  and see if I can peddle that to the masses.  Ain't gonna feature God in that one, though, just politicians who make our lives a living. . .well, you know. . .

Morons attack American Sniper:   During and following both World War II and the Korean conflict, Hollywood was grinding out war movies on a fast track, and Americans couldn't get enough.  Military personnel were heroes, respected and admired on every street in the country.  Unfortunately, the Vietnam Era's political movements and the mainstream media, through no fault of fighting men, whipped up a far different attitude, an ugly, sustained national mood infesting folks who found it easier to blame soldiers and Marines than untouchable politicians hiding behind patriotic symbols in Washington.   Fast forward -- and "shock and awe" have greeted Clint Eastwood's movie (and the book) about the late Chris Kyle, most of the comments bleeding favorable.  I can't add much to the current publicity swirling about, but would suggest to the lesser of mind among the negative Hollywood and blogging bunch that (1) they would be first on the menu for head choppers, should they ever invade Hollywood and other environs of the wretched, and (2) Chris Kyle and men like him would have done everything they could to save even your pathetic asses, as you sit cowering uselessly in fear, soaking in pools of your own urine.  'nough said.

The pope may be socialist of the year, but, by George, he knows his animals.  Upon, to everybody's surprise, his advising Catholics that they need not breed like rabbits, residents of rabbit warrens all over the world expressed their outrage, angrily shaking their lucky feet and exclaiming an intent to continue producing large quantities of baby rabbits, no matter the prattle.

SUBWAY chooses a personal digital path:   Subway appears to have borrowed a page from other Internet-lovin' corporations, whose overly curious marketers think making you give up personal information (your name and e-mail address  are  personal information) on your personal computer to continue getting points toward a free meal is a lovely idea.  Instead of providing a choice, Subway has taken choice away in the spirit of a food politburo. Apparently, the old system where the customer  anonymously  swiped a card near the register to gain points just wasn't good enough -- now they even request customers' birth dates.  When I visited a  Subway  store a few days ago, my old card was confiscated  with kindness, and an employee  kindly   issued a new Subway Card From Hell  (well, that's what I would call it).  Of course, if you fall for this new online bluster,  Subway  automatically "gives" customers additional points toward a freebie meal, but they want personal info, and they're darned well going to get it their way -- and the loyal customer, will just have to like it.   Me?  Goodbye  Subway,  I'm off to spend at greener sandwich pastures which don't force-feed customers with digital sprinkles, whilst simultaneously withholding the goodies unless one fesses up about personal identity -- not even a teeny bit.  True enough, my name and an e-mail address appear for all to see on this very blog – but that was my choice, and the  Subway  change provides no choice.  Bad enough that we continue to gag over news reports from months ago, exposing that a substance used in the production of gym mats allegedly turned up routinely in sandwich bread sold by  Subway,  a little recipe detail reportedly corrected by now.  Delectable!

I was a teenage gynecologist:   I didn't catch the state or city, but apparently a teenage boy dressed as a physician and claimed to be a gynecologist, as he walked the halls of a hospital for a month!  Eventually, his act was discovered, and "they" claim he never actually examined a patient.  Well, he may as well have.  Listen kid, in Air Force hospitals I worked with doctors who somehow managed to pass themselves off as doctors, so your portrayal didn't fall far from the caduceus.  Looks like you went by the code --first, do no harm. . .but then have a lot of fun deceiving medical and administrative "professionals" who obviously don't have the brains to unmask you.  News reports indicate no charges will be filed against the teen -- understandable, since he wasn't the horse's butt among a hospital full of them here, was he?

Sunday, January 11, 2015

French Toast



 Like water, we among the human species seek our own level, a level resistant sometimes to ascending its flow toward the high road.  Everybody seems to need an enemy, one of those strange little requirements comprising our fabric, and much of the time the enemy is real.  The mosquito, for instance, or the cockroach.  If we run out of enemies, we build them from scratch -- such is the case with football games and other competitive sporting events.  In religious terms, the bad guy often wears Satan's garb.  In the streets, the nameless and faceless come and go, each shadow a  reason for curiosity or warning.  And not to forget -- men and women can find the perfect enemy in one another.

During the last week, France and its courageous policemen experienced a self-invented, flesh-and-blood enemy, an irrationally rational evil sprung from the robotic minds of  indoctrinated young adults whose reading lists apparently narrow down to a single book, The Koran.   Moderate, nonviolent Muslims would insist that the Paris killers are not following Islam -- IF moderate Muslims said anything at all -- and that's a major part of the problem.  If moderates don't publicly and strongly condemn their darker side for the continuing procession of brutality occurring all over the globe, rampageous events will never stop.

And if President Obama can't manage even to throw out the words,  radical Islam terrorists  in front of the TV cameras, it's just a matter of time before trouble on a giant scale visits the United States with little fuss.  Heck, the makings and fixings are already here.  The open borders, you know. 

Meanwhile, we in the states await the long-delayed execution of Fort Hood jihadist poster boy and serial killer, Maj. Nidal Hasan, but authorities instead busy themselves imprisoning U.S. military personnel in federal facilities simply for doing their jobs as soldiers in the Middle East.  Or make that  Missile  East?

We hope it won't be left strictly up to the international editorial community to condemn Islamic terrorist-inspired murders of French journalists, cartoonists and others throughout the world whose work reflects and helps preserve that rare and precious gem called freedom.

Jeb Bush in 2016?   If we must have another Bush on the presidential ticket next time, I'll opt for that dog on the Bush's Beans TV commercials.  Apparently, this is a well-groomed canine of few words and, by virtue of his family relationship, already recognizes that his camp is "full of beans."  The perfect Bush candidate?  Woof, I say, woof !

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

So Don't

It's much too chilly this week to compose a coherent blog entry, but since some of you believe I've already gone bonkers with rant after rant, words won't matter anyway!  So, I'll just leave you with an irresponsible social justice visual today:



Friday, January 2, 2015

Strange Bedfellows: Obama's Pope and Change



People should be allowed to worship however they wish, as long as nobody gets hurt -- and I can only hope that the day will come when the more backward among some stop using animals as sacrificial elements.  

Other problems arise when one's religion gives government a blanket party, using interpretations or distortions of ancient writings to conquer or vastly influence a legitimate government's laws.

I've been burning for a few days now about the pope.  No, I'm not Catholic, though many members of my family were raised as Catholics, and I'm not focused upon that faith's components today as much as I'm concerned about the pope.  If he remained in some atmosphere where he and his flock could pray to their hearts' content about anything they desired, bothering nobody, that would be fine.  Unfortunately, and Catholics obviously aren't alone in this, the non-stop intent is to influence governments with decisions affecting everybody, even those who want no part of that religion.  The Church excels at bringing in "refugees," border jumpers and just about any uneducated, untalented, crime-ridden or America-hating anybody who can fake or wrangle their way into the country -- and American taxpayers (suckers  is the preferred term) are somehow assumed ready and willing to pay for these relocations, subsequent childbirth, welfare and all the usual amenities associated with piling people on top of people.  Our immigration system was never intended to experience the abuse and national rape conducted in conjunction with the Church, attorneys who belong in prison and others imbued with the stench of self-interest.

As a side note -- the best first thing the new Congress could do is to outlaw "anchor babies," whose mothers strive to drop a kid within our borders and the kid becomes an instant citizen.  This is criminal and should not be tolerated.  But. . .we were talking about the pope. . .

The Guardian  of December 27 and other media sources were abuzz with news that Pope Francis -- apparently President Obama's accommodating companion in strengthening relations between the U.S. and Cuba -- will become a mouthpiece to support global climate change legislation.  Not alarming enough that both pope and Obama are seemingly on the same page and almost like twins regarding the cranked-out and questionable evidence of  man-made  climate alterations, this new "trinity" is polished off with the world's truly Great Satan, the United Nations, the sum total of its parts slithering and seeking out American and other national tax dollars like something from the head of Medusa.

News reports suggest that in 2015 the pope plans to set forth a detailed climate message for some 1.2 billion Catholics around the world, while also calling for a summit of major world religions.  Particularly disturbing, he plans to address the UN general assembly on the subject of ambiguously dire climate change in fond hopes of influencing this year's United Nations climate conference in Paris.

What this all means after 20 years of stalled progress in negotiating an international commitment to Do Something is simple:  Bring together enough Marxists and socialists and the world will come together to steal the money from richer nations and share the wealth with lesser countries.  Climate change?  Really?  That's rather secondary, or thirdly or less -- the big deal is the money, a lot of American money, billions or trillions of dollars up for grabs by the biggest climate crooks on the globe.  If we thought banks, both international and domestic, excelled at robbing the U.S. blind, the world ain't seen nothing yet.  Which means our only hope is that the new Congress, with our input, takes a stand and protects the national purse from these frauds currently and calmly planning to empty our pockets with bad science and extraordinary lies.  The pope?  He should be ashamed of even thinking of a partnership in this morass of deceit -- or, at the very least, he must be advised that this subject lurks far away from The Church's breadbox.  What happened to feeding the poor?  Who's tending the garden of pedophilia?  Aren't there an abundance of exorcisms to be performed?  And yes, who will keep the world and its climate safe from vampires, if not the Church?

But that's not all, oh no, not all.  A contradiction should arise:  This pope, who represents the very foundations of the Catholic faith, has an obligation to encourage both marriage and, more important, fertility among the married.  His duty is to encourage prolific childbirth like there's no tomorrow, if five are good 10 are better. 

Now, I don't know about  human-caused  climate change, but I do know what I see on Earth's surface and, I must confess, it's a mess -- and yes, we'uns did it, and it shouldn't continue and it must be cleaned up to the best of our ability (are you listening China. . .India. . .and the list continues?).

So, Mr. pope, seems to me that your cheerleading for prolific human procreation merely multiples the tools -- us  -- to invest in a never-ending stream of true human-made pollution, right here on Earth.  I ask you, where dwell the sincerest forms of hell, sir?  In nebulous climate science, or where hell on Earth is obvious -- on Earth?

A note to talk show host Michael Savage:  Michael, I gladly promote your show and the education and experience you bring along every evening during the week, but if you don't find a way  not  to scream at callers who don't step up to the microphone fast enough to please you, your newly government-registered phrase,  unprotected talk  may disintegrate into  undetected talk,  and I'm pretty sure you won't wish to register that one while your popular radio show continues to fly high.

Extra!  Extra!  Parts non-surgically begin to fall off (metaphorically) in a transgendered paradise:   Another teenager has taken his life, all messed up because he believed himself to be a girl, not the boy his family believed and insisted that he be.  From news reports, one also gets the impression that misguided family members may have attempted over time to "cure" his gender difficulties with a hammering of religious principles -- sounds good on paper, I guess, but in practice such efforts solve little.  At any rate, the family lost a beautiful teen to suicide, and we sympathize with their loss.

We bring this subject up because its tragic ending relates intimately to a November 11, 2014 article appearing in a publication called (I think)  The Federalist  entitled "Trouble in Transtopia:  Murmurs of Sex Change Regret."  You can find it online, and might be surprised at the subheading:  "Transgender people who regret their sex changes typically get buried in venom rather than loved."

Most of us find the concept of genital reassignment surgery -- that's right, the serious biggie -- about as alien as one can get (well, aside from the thought of real aliens, but that's another story. . .).  Of interest to me, however, was a statistic quoted in the article:  "Our culture seems pretty much 'to each his own' when it comes to elective bodily mutilation and the regret thereof. And there's a lot of regret out there. According to a British poll, a whopping 65 percent of those who've had various cosmetic surgeries regret it."

Reporter Stella Morabito, tackling the transgender surgery issue in considerable depth, is particularly up front about the transgendered community's defenders, who, surprisingly, go all out to prevent controversy about the other side of the topic -- the apparently large population of surgically transgendered who regret their irreversible decisions to the point of despair.  Or worse.

In essence, the transgender coin seems to have two glittering sides.  One surface shines with the promise of surgically  mutilating   cutting up   changing yourself into either the male or female you feel yourself to be.  The other side bears an overwhelming tarnish of having allowed masked people with scalpels carve the biggest mistake of your life, and if you dare admit it within your new "community," its members dedicated to hush-hush and flowery descriptions of transgender surgical procedures will shoot you down by condemning or ignoring you and withdrawing support (God help you if you talk to the media -- that is, the non-complicit portions of media).  Even plans for a documentary about the downside of transgender surgery were put on hold because of abusive cackling from members of the lucrative transgender surgery industry who prefer myth and money over truth.

My suggestion, having had a brief opportunity in the military to work with physicians of many disciplines:  I don't give a damn how friendly your local psychiatrist is -- when they start recommending transgender surgery, get a second, third and fourth opinion.  And if you're still advised to go under the knife, tell those prominent members of the psychiatric circus in agreement with The Big Cut that you will if they will -- actually,  after  they do.  They'll probably be a lot more concerned about keeping their own body parts intact than your professionally-considered and medically expendable genitals.  Run for your life and live as man,woman, vegetable, animal or mineral -- but think long and hard about keeping your pieces intact.

Monday, December 29, 2014

2014's Cookie Crumbles into Bits and Pieces



 
If people find anything particularly annoying or depressing about the end of another year, it's The Media, in all forms, peculiarly finding it almost obligatory to review 12 months of everything everybody already knows about in detail and cares little about revisiting.  Maybe if we could re-stage annual history instead, so it could be changed to our liking, well, then we'd have something.  But until we can catch up with the speed of light, when perhaps we can intercept what was and somehow convert occurrences into preferences, we're condemned to endure the -- to put life's unfoldings in our pipes and smoke it, as they might say out in California's weed fields. 

I would rather end a year by throwing out a few 2014 stories yet unmentioned in the blog.  Maybe I'll do a "clearing house" write-up sometime soon.

First, however, here are my 10 new year's wishes:

Wow, sorry, I really don't have time to list them all, so let's just skip to number one and two.  First would be the arrest, trial, conviction and imprisonment of the current White House bunch.  But spare the dog, because I like and respect dogs. 

Second, may Jeb Bush and Hillary Clinton find some other hobby, maybe collecting stamps or cereal box tops, anything but thoughts of assuming the presidency.  In a country as dynamic as ours, wealthy or influential manipulators entertaining or encouraging an oligarchy via a surname tsunami is just wrong. 

Since last time, yet another police officer has been gunned down, this time while answering a domestic violence call in Arizona.  Increasingly, because DV calls are the most dangerous situations for officers, I'm coming to a conclusion that the police should just ignore the calls and let the events work themselves out, for better or probably worse.  Why?  Because in this life we choose our partners, whether of the married or live-in variety, and if one selects unwisely and interprets "the person of my dreams" as a miracle instead of the scum usually apparent to everybody else, it should be their problem.  Frankly, as out of control as things have become, I'll always choose a live police officer over desperate people who willingly entered into a relationship which, more times than not, was destined for calamity and crossfire from the start.  When children get caught in the middle, however, I don't know of a solution.   There probably is none, at least not while some segments of society continue to fan their own ubiquitous flames.  Seems as though an order of protection these days ends up as an arbitrary license for some moron or crazy to threaten or kill cops who just want to help.  Meanwhile, just what steps has the Obama administration taken to support law enforcement and condemn those who threaten its foundations?  We listen and hear only the sounds of crickets and the rant of anarchist roaches on city streets.

I'm no X-Box, Play Station or video game addict, and remain grateful that I don't need that "fix,"  unlike some folks who seem a tad too old to be playing out an eternal childhood, but to each their own.  I  was  intrigued by a news report warning that fully computerized cars of the future -- the future which lurks right around the corner, ready to grab you by the throat -- will likely be hazardous to the passengers' existence because the damned things can be hacked in numerous ways and the hacker can send any vehicle and its occupants off a cliff, should the hacker desire to provide a little mayhem or murder.  Oh yeah, sign me up for that one-way trip to Mars with Hal the computer from  2001:  A Space Odyssey.   Can't I simply make  that  journey in a balloon without digital components, please? 

Yippee!  New Year, new Congress, new power grabs, new ways for government and private  institutions to control everybody equally, except for occasions when some everybodies are more equal than other everybodies!   The book,  1984  is already  soooooooo  yesterday, and even George Orwell would have had a stroke in contemplation of all the trouble ones and zeroes fostered around the world.  The hell of it is, young folks who have become millionaires and billionaires by way of digital ones and zeroes use their clout and lack of common sense and life experiences to make perhaps foolish and dangerous decisions affecting all of us.  Power not only corrupts -- it corrupts at any age.