Friday, June 29, 2012

National Geographic TV Channels UFOs

The throbbing in my head this week wasn't caused by a migraine, nor from some errant raven's attempts to peck my cranium open.  No, the culprit is my radio, bursting frequently with commercials for the National Geographic Channel's limited series, "Chasing UFOs."  The show premieres tonight, and might just be worth viewing, particularly by an audience raised to believe that the phenomenon is merely the stuff of science fiction.  Based upon a, nevertheless, overwhelming lack of information about the production, I've heard enough about it to suggest it might be worthwhile.  Then again, how many times have I said those words, leading to eventual regret in my life? I'm not a participant and won't be watching, but it appears there might be some relevance here.  Whatever "Chasing UFOs" turns out to be, let's hope its quality and fairness surpasses anything offered by the major commercial TV networks in recent years.  There's always a chance.  Itty bitty, for sure. 

(Addendum:  Apparently, the show hasn't been received well by serious viewers.  If the producers clean up their act, so to speak, I wonder if the audience will still be hanging around to watch future episodes.  Recipe UFO TV urgently requires a new recipe.)


In basic terms, the health care tax that the President and his minions assured us was not a tax has now been dubbed a tax by a slippy-slidey Supreme Court decision.  In my book, that means we've been mislead and lied to by people who knew exactly what they were doing, and whatever legalized vermin doesn't currently nest in the Obama Administration certainly lurks nearby.  This legislation is a very expensive mess, a disaster, and should be repealed -- but those who repeal it must have something better, easier to administer and cheaper in mind.  I can already hear the sounds of footsteps. . .of physicians who will no longer be able to afford their practices if this government monstrosity stands.  There are other reasonable options available to exclude major government intervention, and the fiscal health of the country depends upon a new outlook.  We could start with serious tort reform, and then allow people to purchase health insurance from thousands of potential companies scattered across state lines via the competitive free market process which is this nation's essence.

The Court has done us no favors, and the door is now open to taxpayer horrors unimagined (oh Robert, you are s-o-o-o-o dramatic. . .).  Chief Justice Roberts, widely and, in my opinion, haphazardly interpreting the Constitution so that taxing becomes more popular than ever, has set the stage for the federal government to administer penalties galore for all Americans in the future.  If "they" want us to purchase or do something and we refuse, in the worst case scenario we'll simply be endlessly penalized with new taxes intended to win compliance.

In the meantime, the job situation in the USA is now deemed worse than ever, President Obama just invited 800,000-plus (you KNOW it's far more) illegal aliens to compete for American jobs (on the way to amnesty unspoken) and there is no way this country will have the money or qualified personnel to care in short order for millions and millions of new arrivals in an already nearly bankrupt medical care system. 

Keep in mind another Big Lie insisting that illegal aliens won't be eligible for health care under this travesty.  Wanna bet?  It will depend upon what illegal means.  It depends upon what the meaning of is is.  The stain on a blue dress is only a stain, nothing to be seen here folks, keep moving on. . .forward. . .forward. . .

The road to hell is truly paved with good intentions, and the road back from hell with political intentions, and there is no money left. No money.  Southwestern hospitals already went bankrupt with the crush of illegal aliens, so getting the fix in is a little late.  But, oh, that's right, we'll now have ultra-taxes to save the day.

Cuts to the military, the miniaturization of NASA, solar company and bird-killing windmill disasters, the loss of international U.S. influence and a president who lusts after the failed theories of international climate change lunatics -- oh yes, truly remarkable is the Obama Administration, proudly and determinedly dragging us into the Third World.

I kinda think tomorrow would be a really, really good day if Chief Justice Roberts would leave the Court and just become another ambulance chaser, innocently advertising his wares on TV.  Oh, and Attorney General Eric Holder -- just go away.  (Personal note: You know you must, so pack your bags.)

The only tool we, the people, have left is Election Day in November, but we may be highly stressed over how to cast our votes.   Official corruption and bold-faced lies have seldom been more evident. 

BUT IN THE MEANTIME, I WANT ONE OF THOSE DEATH PANEL JOBS. . . I'm still not ready to dismiss those rumors of "death panels" in Obamacare.  In fact, when the term first hit the media three years ago, I went to one of those online job posting services and put up a resume in hope of becoming one of the first to be hired to determine various human expiration dates.  Yep, I decide if grandma must die by the end of the month.  Sadly, no government agencies responded to my job requests.  Hmm, maybe this would be an opportune time to try again, but I'm leery about wearing those black arm bands, almost certain to become fashionable again as this White House bunch continues unearthing bad ideas of the past. . .

. . .AND IF THAT DEATH PANEL THING DOESN'T WORK OUT. . .I'll happily accept a job as a school bus monitor, and the kids are welcome to insult and beat me within reason, making certain to put their cute antics on You-Tube -- and kids, PLEASE include an easily accessible PayPal link in my name.  Who knew there would be such riches to gain from the activities of common schoolyard bullies?

(Have a nice 4th of July everybody, and maybe you and I will take a few moments to remember that America's founding fathers and mothers never intended for us all to go damned near hopelessly bonkers.  I think we're almost there!)

Friday, June 22, 2012

Barack Obama, Vampire Hunter

Right movie, wrong president?  Of course, we're thinking about "Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter."

Thing is, if President Obama's own biographer is correct about all the fabrications Mr. Obama created about his family's past and his own, I'm afraid I'll have to channel my sympathies toward the vampires.

Just who is this man, Mr. Obama?  Does anybody really know anything of significance about this man who would seemingly be king, the previously confessed enemy of Executive Privilege and proponent of open government who now embraces both censorship and Executive Privilege as lovingly as a baby on the bottle? 

We crave presidential bearing and leadership, not arrogance and the intent to circumvent Congress at every turn.

If only we could scrub history clean and make it appear that our first black president was Allen West or Bill Cosby (even Moms Mabley might be a great alternative to our current White House occupant).

The Obama Administration.  Faint memories of Richard Nixon and the Watergate scandal. . .superceded by thoughts of Fast and Furious and a dead border agent whose demise resulted from an official agenda that went tragically awry. . .and questions about how official documents might be shredded even as you read this, even though copies of indictable material may well remain on  computer hard drives. . .dirty tricks. . .

And Eric Holder, darling of the Dept. of Justice, is quickly becoming legend, calling Americans "cowards" and allegedly playing hands-off with the Black Panthers and other dangerous entities whose actions threaten the very Constitution that Holder is sworn to protect.  Tell me it isn't so.  Tell me what is so.

So a border agent is dead, his family longing for answers -- and for justice, apparently hard to get from the current Dept. of.

Meanwhile, we haven't learned jack about UFOs, and the Middle East burns, initially cheered on by the boobs at major TV networks and multiple other media outlets which play one-sided politics routinely.  The "Arab Spring," applauded and encouraged by the likes of the President, Hillary Clinton and their affiliates, is an Arabian nightmare almost certainly destined to be dominated by the Muslim Brotherhood, calculating and hell-bent upon the creation of an international Caliphate.  We know this from non-radical Muslims who were there, who warned us on a daily basis of a future that even they do not wish to see fashioned before their eyes.

These are extraordinarily dangerous days, when few things are what they seem, when undeclared wars are wars nonetheless, when we build elaborate athletic stadiums and modes of brainless entertainment to keep the masses clueless, moronic and unaware of horrors perking (it's working).

Yet, I wonder -- were I in the mood for a deep philosophical conversation about presidents serving as vampire hunters, which would I choose as a discussion partner, were my choices narrowed to only two:  Justin Bieber. . . or navel lint?

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Kindly Restrain Your Drone

I guess there are folks who spend every waking hour worrying about space junk fragments falling  from the sky and smashing through windshields, or maybe clobbering the family cat.  I'm just thankful we escaped Skylab's descent years ago (I know. . .sigh. . .most of you don't even remember the panic over Skylab's uncertain path).

UFO observers haven't had an easy life, either, what with so many what'sits traversing the skies these days.  Anomalous observations were so much easier to catalog in the forties, fifties, sixties and seventies.  But now? 

Is that a drone in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?

Some estimates suggest that in a few years the U.S. will host no less than 30,000 drones of all sizes, even downsized to killer bee status.  Their many talents -- okay, their spy talents -- will routinely be utilized by the military, government departments, police agencies and corporations.  Looks like privacy might become a dinosaur. 

Maybe it's just my age that makes me increasingly suspicious of computer technology as it unfolds before my eyes, but I must confess -- if I EVER find a downed drone on my property, even a cute little flying,digitally-enhanced gadget whose distant operator miscalculated and sent it soaring through a window and into my living room, I'm going to smack the bat snot out of it.

That's right, I'm not going to look for labels or numbers or insignias or logos, and I couldn't care less about its origin.  I'm just going to retrieve a big hammer and smash the hell out of it, clean up the pieces and head for a dumpster or recycling center pronto (I don’t think pawn shops would be a good idea), before somebody comes looking for it -- or maybe for laughs I'll dump the remnants in a neighboring yard, atop a pile of dog poop ("Gladys!  You gotta see this!  What the heck have you been feeding Obamamutt?!"). 

Show no mercy, take no prisoners.  Drones have the potential (certainty is more like it) to invade our lives endlessly, and I think we have both the right and responsibility to strike back with force when they invade our space within arm's reach.  Within arms' reach. 

We must not become toadies to the drone.

FROM BAT SNOT TO BATH SALTS:   I've been watching with interest sporadic cases of drug users currently indulging in "bath salts" who achieve bonkers status almost faster than with any other designer drug.  From cannibalism to super-strength, users also demonstrate another fascinating trait -- their brains literally transform them into growling, biting, snapping, clothes-shedding, vicious animal-like creatures.   The most important conclusion one may draw from such behavior is that the drug apparently takes us back to our primeval selves.  This might present a bit of a dilemma for religious folk intent upon seeing humans first as Adam and Eve and evolving into all the great human detritus succeeding that little garden story.  Me?  I think "bath salts" betray the finely-crafted human mask contrived by special interests over the centuries.  Are we merely killers intent upon the destruction of everything in our path?  Do you wish to know from whence we came and what we are?  Just watch the horror of a "bath salts" encounter for a dramatic clue.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Bits & Pieces for June 2012

Ray Bradbury dies . . .decades of books and short stories gave millions of thinking minds something to do, and some of it was reliably converted to motion picture scripts (I confess a fondness for 'The Illustrated Man" starring Rod Steiger, though explaining why would be impossible).  My deteriorating paperback of The Martian Chronicles reposes in some miscellaneous box of things once or twice read. . . . . . . . . .Syria burns on and, as horrible as things become, I profoundly hope the desk wizards in Washington, D.C. don't commit the U.S. military to an entry into this hell.   War with Syria would be a 2-for-1 deal, with Iran on-site as the other ugly twin -- and Russia again demonstrates it is no friend to the West by refusing to  help. . . . . . . . . .The manhunt ends, and the gay porn star/alleged murderer/alleged cannibal/alleged slicer & dicer wanted in Canada and arrested in Germany, whilst reportedly perusing articles about his exploits, is in police custody.  Noted supposedly for killing a former lover (who hasn't wanted to?) and sending various of his body parts throughout Canada, I'm wondering if the killer will unwittingly start a revolution across the border, where the U.S. Postal System is strapped for cash.  Could the increased mailing of packages containing severed body parts in the U.S. save the USPS?  I mean, really, these things can't be cheap to post, even if cleverly disguised as lower-rated Media Mail.   We must be practical in the current economy.   Instead of those silly TV commercials demonstrating how folks can mail as much as they can stuff into a little box for, nevertheless, exorbitant costs, the USPS could appeal directly to the current proliferation of murderers, outlining the benefits of mailing body parts to friends and official agencies, rather than going to the trouble, expense and mess of placing victims into old trunks, suitcases, buckets of cement or under motel mattresses.  I'm no expert, but I've a tingly feeling that the embarrassing and troublesome USPS deficit would be helped tremendously, simply by opening up postal commerce to body part mailings.  MAIL EARLY AND MAIL OFTEN. . . . . . . . . .Wisconsin and Governor Scott Walker:  The public union thugs wanted a recall election and they got one, 'cept they're crying democracy fouls because they lost big on what seemed a great idea at the time to their higher-ups.  Logically, mathematically,  how could  the public union thing sustain itself?   Decades of public officials giving the okay to anything the unions wanted in return for campaign contributions, with absolutely no voice on the part of taxpayers who have to foot the bill for wildly increasing costs.  Unions historically had an important place in labor relations, but, at least for now, that era is over on both the government and industrial level.  When a union hierarchy goes from protecting workers' rights to becoming a gimme-gimme machine utilizing violence and thug tactics, the party is over.  Over.  When a union demands dues from its members, but gives them no voice whatsoever in determining which political party gets part of their hard-earned money, that's corruption beyond the limits of rot.  When unions and the White House decide it would be so-o-o-o- wonderful to have "card check" so union members can no longer cast union votes in secrecy, that is terror incarnate.  It didn't take 24 hours before the death threats started surfacing for Scott Walker -- and you can bet those terrible warnings weren't coming from grandmothers baking cookies. . . . . . . . . .That little dot passing over the sun was Venus?  Hey, do we know for certain it wasn't actually an Adamski scout ship?. . . . . . . . . ."Prometheus" may be the best science fiction movie of the year.  Hey kids, if you'd have thought about it earlier, your annual high school social event could have been billed as Prom Etheus.  Think of all the local media coverage by boring TV news shows which don't even bother reporting news anymore. Yuk yuk. . . . . . . . . .The BBC reports that a shocking amount of fake parts intended for U.S. military equipment have been purchased from China.  Surprised?  China, currently extremely pissed because ours and other nations regularly report on its high pollution levels, should have been sternly warned the day we discovered their pet food was killing our dogs and cats (on thing leads to another. . .). . . . . . . . . .Once again, various nations are about to insist upon more political control over the Internet.  Seems to be fashionable in New York, where some legislators actually proposed banning anonymity on Internet posts.   "Our" Internet has already been compromised by political systems and will never again be as free as it was, so enjoy those brief but fond memories akin to unbridled freedom. . . . . . . . . .Fools, please don't speak for me:  The attention paid to political comments of Hollywood actors and actresses, or to some skanky international model of the week or to some drug-infested rock star -- these are people whose lives are structured by scripts written by others and on-screen movements choreographed by others.  How appropriate that some of these pampered dumbasses end up at White House functions, where life is pretty much conducted in the same way.  Scripts, lies, pretty faces and distortions.   Minds without substance.   Look good like an hypnotic shiny object, and parrot short sentences brilliantly constructed, and the masses should love you -- or, at least they did.  What happened?  The glamour fades as regulations grow across the land, and not even the ploy of celebrity can maintain public anesthesia now.  I'm amazed. . . . . . . . . .Facebook, oh good grief.   You know, those Wenckebach twins, or however ya spell their name -- they're beginning to look a lot more entertaining than Zuckerberg, and at least with them you get two for the price of one.   I think all three should be locked in a room together for three days and let's see who exits intact. . . . . . . . . .Which brings to mind "The Cloud."  What is this cloud nonsense?  We're supposed to trust everything to "the cloud" instead of hands-on recordable media?  No thanks.  The cloud is nothing more than an excess of computers minding your manners and a digitalized network of our files accessible at any time by anybody who can crack the code.  Real clouds always disperse, and so will this new advertising gimmick, once people catch on.   It's always about somebody's concept of control. . . . . . . . . .and if I could bother, THAT would take me to NY's Mayor Bloomberg, but his efforts to control us little people isn't worth my time, or yours.   I'll take a giant bag of fries and a 2,000 ounce Dr. Pepper with that, thanks. . .

Friday, June 1, 2012

RB's Spanish Language Interview

Readers proficient in Spanish may wish to see my interview conducted by researcher Alan Brain.   Some of it covers the 1956 movie, "UFO" (see my link on the side) and the rest deals with UFO research in general.  His fair questions were appreciated, and though I'm not particularly active in UFO research anymore, I'm glad I was able to respond primarily in an historical sense.  Thanks Alan, and I hope other researchers who remain current and active regarding the UFO phenomenon will provide informative interviews for his Web pages, and consequently for the world's Spanish-speaking people who have generally been unaware of U.S. UFO history because of language barriers.  The link is as follows: