When you were a kid
and asked a parent why you couldn't do
something, they probably dismissed you
with the words, Just because, and any further protests were usually
rewarded with, "Because I said so."
And then came the beatings, bone fractures and concussions, but not to
digress too much. . .
Well, "Just
Because" was good enough for a song by Elvis Presley, so I guess it's good
enough for me, because I'm about to address some of my readers' concerns and
would prefer to respond with Oh, just because. . .
Okay, here we
go, a little Q and A and FAQs about the blog:
Why don't you
allow reader comments on your blog?
Um, just because? Well, originally I did allow comments, but
encountered some problems, and then I was unable to effectively monitor
comments or respond in a timely manner.
I only access computers every few days, or sometimes weeks, and I've
many things to accomplish at one time during a brief period. But my e-mail address is available, should
readers wish to contact me and are willing to be a bit patient. Oh -- and why would I wish to wade through
hundreds of messages telling me I'm a moron? I already know that. Repetition about how one hates both my
writing and my thoughts is hardly the sincerest form of flattery.
Robert, why
aren't you on Facebook? Do you
use Twitter?
I've never
subscribed to Facebook and, while I understand there are others on that
site who share the same name, none of them are me. If I'm ever on Facebook, it will
probably be because I'm dead and somebody wishes to make the gleeful
announcement. Twitter? Now, I ask you -- would a real man
actually have anything to do with a venture called Twitter --
particularly when you have to put into actual words that you just tweeted
somebody? To me it's like announcing to
a wide network of dangerously pathetic people that you just urinated in your
pants.
What happened to
the UFO subject? Isn't that what your
blog was all about?
From the very
start, I spent a few years scanning personal letters and documents and
discussing my interest and role in UFO research and publicity of the issue, and
all of that can and should be accessed by readers beginning at -- the
beginning. What happened? Simple.
My story was told and most of the documents I wished to scan were
posted for your reading interest (including my separate linked blog about the
1956 motion picture, "U.F.O.").
And, by the way, if you've been poking around the various UFO-related
Web sites for a few years, I think you'll find that even the best among them
sometimes now have a difficult time saying something new. Years pass by, details disappear, researchers
and UFO witnesses die, and now we're all enveloped by a world of drones, lies,
and secret government and private industry flying things so weird in appearance
and maneuvers that folks with too much time on their hands see non-UFO UFOs
endlessly, often making digital photos and videos that may prove dramatic, but
little more than that when all is said and done to death. That's why I. . .
. . .That's why
I still feature the UFO issue, but only if I've something to contribute. In the meantime, I happened to notice, hmm,
the world is going to hell and, worse, the United States is just about ready to
become a mental case from coast to coast as our country is nudged and prodded
and lied to by an ever-growing, out-of-control government. I think potential dangers posed by the
established, bloated political parties are immense, and if I can spend some
time using my minimal literary talents to put the rot and thugs up there for
all to see while I opine about things as I interpret them, that's what I'll
do.
You have a blog
about your Air Force years. Did you see
any UFOs while enlisted?
I'd love to have
a UFO story or two, but no. I flew a
little, but during 99.999 percent of on-duty time I was working inside Air
Force hospitals, where the only things in high flight were some fellow medical
personnel who propped themselves up with drugs.
Then again, as I wrote during this blog's early years, I did have an
instance or two where my prior and ongoing interest in UFOs -- of which the
military was fully aware, because I had to list organizational affiliations --
may have precipitated an official response.
Incidentally, should you wonder if I look like an alien or some bizarre
critter, a few photos are readily available when you click on the Air Force
blog. Then again, in today's world of
deception and lies, maybe I photo-shopped 'em.
You'll never know.
Robert, what's
up with the dog blog?
I intended more
commentary, but ended up with a parking place for a few photos of my
long-departed Pekingese. I could have
added an abundance of animal photos from a long line of family pets which
included horses, German Shepherds, poodles, cats, hamsters, a bird, white mice
and chameleons -- plus beasts in the field -- but what's the point? I had no desire to be like those
well-intentioned folks who lovingly take videos of their cat stepping out of a
litter box after pooping, jumping directly onto the dining room
table and walking across the dinner plates just before affectionately rubbing
its butt across somebody's face.
Mmmmm-mm! Yummy! When I was a kid, I knew a woman who ran a little bar / eating place / illegal gambling establishment and she had a cat named "Smokey" wandering around. Smokey was a nice enough cat, but more than once I watched that cat jump up on the counter and walk on uncooked hamburger patties. So -- who wants a video of that?
Any plans for
the future?
Death, eventually. Did I miss something?
