When Hell freezes
over, don't blame global warming.
Oh yeah? Well, suppose YOU just sit there and try to be positive and
upbeat and warm and fuzzy and loving. If
you enjoyed 2013, the new one's bound to be your really, really hot cup of
Fukushima tea.
Maybe there was
a bright spot this week when Egypt publicly got around to labeling the Muslim
Brotherhood a terrorist group. Fantastic
-- now if only our President would find time to do the same and condemn MB
sympathizers affiliated with his filthy fleabag Administration. In the USA, of course, they go by different
organizational names, and I long for the politically changed day when each and
every extremist Muslim insect is grabbed by his or her rat-like neck and
tossed out of the country and/or influence.
Trust me, thousands of dead American military and civilian personnel
justify this particular longing on my part.
Egypt's military just tends to be a whole lot smarter about dangers to
national survival than the agenda-infested frauds currently scurrying about
within the people's White House and Congress.
If only we could turn the Fort Hood shooter over to the Egyptians for
some swift justice.
But, yikes! It's Christmas Eve, and there's "evil
Ed" Snowden giving an almost surreal "Christmas message" from
Russia via British TV, sort of like a pope or something, and he's declaring
victory -- makes you think of President George Bush's Mission Accomplished
thing. Well, um, anyway, there's Snowden
on TV, and by the time he wishes everybody a merry Christmas at the end, I'm
thinking, this guy's articulate speech sounds more presidential and far more
sincere than Obama's occasional oratorical poop fests. How is that possible?
So the USA wants
to hang Snowden by the thumbs, Snowden already hung the USA by the . . .well,
by something else by waking us up to spies, spies, spies everywhere, and we now
know the NSA's initials better than the rest of the alphabet. The intelligence community is outraged still,
and there's reason for that.
Nevertheless, while it's conceivable that Snowden might turn himself in
to U.S. authorities, it also might make really good sense to promise him roses
and forgiveness if he keeps (and can keep) the other 97 percent of secret what’s-its to
himself and comes back home. You see, no
matter what side one takes, it's still a rotten, nasty world, and you can't
solve it by a squeaky-clean trip to Disneyland because eventually you have to
return. An Administration plagued with such crowd pleasers as Fast and Furious and Hillary Clinton's adventures in Benghazi-land is hardly in a position to conquer Snowden's actions by throwing out a halo of self-perfection.
In fact, some
folks who remain honorable still get slapped around by officials
supposedly hovering on the right side. This seems
to have happened to former Air Force technical sergeant John Burroughs, who
survived some tricky cardiac surgery a few days ago. Burroughs, reportedly intimately (as in in
your face) involved in the alleged Bentwaters (Rendlesham Forest) UFO event
of December, 1980 in England, could not get the Veterans Administration to
release his Air Force medical records.
The information they hold might have been vital to his surgery and the
questionable way his heart disease progressed following close-up contact with a
bizarre object, along with another U.S. airman.
Unfortunately, not even U.S. Senators McCain or Kyl of Arizona could
wrestle the records from the VA, not even by the time of Burroughs' surgery,
and the official excuses of sorry but
continued to ebb and flow.
One would almost
suspect the records could be the final indictment against the world's biggest
government secret, the one everybody suspects, but nobody at high levels admits
publicly. Lack of disclosure is
the word some prefer.
Which is merely
to say the UFO phenomenon is real, and to people such as Burroughs and military
personnel who came long before him, its effects appear to be tangibly and
dangerously real.
This writer, a
former Air Force staff sergeant, wishes the retired Air Force tech sergeant a
speedy recovery and a basket filled with the answers he desperately needs and
deserves regarding the long and winding road encountered in England 33
years ago. War stories among military personnel -- of the
strangest variety -- don't always occur on the battlefield.