UFO
conferences? They've come and gone, some
serious and some bonkers, since the 1950s.
Some have matured in substance and reflect UFO information better than
ever -- such as the one held a few days ago at American University. No, I wasn't there, but I understand the
right people spoke and imparted plausible information. Now what?
Or do I hear the sounds of crickets chirping?
You must forgive
me. I thought the world was going to
flip for solid, scientific UFO investigations in 1964 when the organization
NICAP compiled its hefty volume, The
UFO Evidence, distributed to every
member of Congress and to numerous members of the media. Congressmen and senators were impressed and
newspaper articles seemed kind and inquisitive.
Believe me, I was right out there pushing the agenda. NY Senator Robert F. Kennedy's office assured
me that he received his copy , after I inquired to make sure.
And after a bit,
crickets began chirping.
They ceased
their lonely song just long enough for Dr. Ed Condon & associates to
conduct what was expected to be a comprehensive scientific UFO study out of the
University of Colorado. Infected by
insider lies, distortions, arguments, public controversy and an apparent
intention from the get-go to dismiss the entire UFO mystery, however -- despite
instances which seemed "pro" UFO reality -- a final report was
produced, released and. . .and. . .and the crickets returned to chirp for
another day.
As a disturbing
segment of society focuses less and less upon subjects of importance, trading
brain power for entertainment hook-ups, we tend to look upon UFO conferences,
symposiums, meetings, presentations or whatever appropriate designations pop up
as something akin to the movie, Groundhog
Day. Despite the best of intentions,
these affairs rise and fall like teenage acne, impressive one moment and
unobserved the next. This is not
criticism, merely an observation -- and unfortunately, one held closer to the
vest among skeptics and outright debunkers than among folks like me who see a
real scientific mystery here.
The
conundrum? UFO conferences will
continue, but most of the people who need to give a damn will ignore the
subject, worrying far more about energy, water resources, clothing and food
prices, college education costs -- and where to access naked photos of some
Hollywood "actress" of the
moment. Unlike anarchy, manipulation
conducted by government progressives and communist-inspired street riots, UFO
research just isn't sexy enough. Throngs
prefer to flock to movies such as Interstellar, rather than conducting a fair intellectual
fight over UFO evidence and its potential "interstellar" meaning.
And that's my
other reason for pursuing the UFO issue less:
The street organizers and communists in the White House. Or maybe they're just wannabees. These folks are like nothing I've ever seen
in U.S. government of my era, and I find them as dangerous as they seem to find
Americans who speak out against them. I
don't think UFO "disclosure" tops off their agenda, but ridding our
lives of this bunch by legal means could someday get us closer to the
"open" government promised, but quickly destroyed in Washington by
the Obama bunch.
THE SOCIETY
PAGE: We extend heartfelt congratulations to the
soon-to-be Mr. and Mrs. Charles Manson.
A prison wedding between the infamous 80-year-old master murderer and a
young woman of 26 years who never stopped believing in Charlie's purity fits
right in with our contemporary bonkers society.
As it turns out, I still have the 1987 Awareness Records CD release
of Lie, a collection of 14 pre-murderous rampage
songs written and performed by Manson.
Oh, yes, the performances suck, but I think Charlie could have made it
to at least no. 25 on American Idol. To quote from the compact disc (I believe
there was an LP released first) liner notes:
"This compact disc
represents recordings made by Charles Manson prior to the Tate-Labianca
murders. There was some speculation at
the time that a record producer who had previously owned the Tate home and who
had earlier rejected Manson's recordings was the intended target. Every producer Manson had approached with his
recordings ultimately received death threats at one time or another. It was subsequently shown that Manson had
targeted for assassination a number of famous recording artists whose only
crime was their success."
Wedding
music? No problem. Charlie can choose and sing from his own
repertoire, perhaps including such Manson "hits" as, People Say I'm No Good; I'll Never Say Never to Always; Don't
Do Anything Illegal; Sick City
or, my personal choice for the non-conjugal visit bride and groom, a
piece also remarkably suitable for performance in the current White House: Garbage
Dump.
I will support
voter identification every time I vote because when election
personnel ask, "Do you have any ID?" I can reply, "About
what?"
Which kinda
reminds me about TV shows. Have you
noticed
a sentence so hackneyed in our time that we almost cringe when it's spoken --
over and over again? You have no idea. No, really, THAT's the one. Or it might be, I have no idea. Annoying!
To me, anyway. Even the
dictionary definition of the word, idea, fails to adequately cover this one in
the course of normal conversation. Nor
is you don't want to know among my favorites, because we DO want to
know, it's that curiosity thingie. Why
are we so curious? You have no idea.
NBC's Saturday
Night Live
continues an appeal only to the comatose.
It's truly sad to observe the slowly ongoing death of a show which
should have compassionately been euthanized years ago, populated by far too
many mediocre hosts, performers and, especially, bands and singers whose
talents and work will endure about as long as a jet trail in a clouded
sky. Program content has become nearly
as topical and relevant as dog poop on a hot New York City sidewalk in July. Last Saturday, as videos and outrage
continued to emerge about MIT economist Gruber and his statements about
Obamacare and stupidity of the American people, SNL should have made
this the spotlight of the opening segment.
Instead, they put up a predictably lame skit about President Obama and
Mitch McConnell. The lesson? White House butt-kissing NBC will always
loosen the leash just enough to poke fun at the White House and seem fair, but
to ever indict the Obama bunch with serious, devastating harpoons is a
beautiful thing which, nevertheless, will never happen in NBC's peacock cage.
Freeze your. . . A former NASA scientist believes global
warming is nonsense and predicts our current descent into a 30-year
freeze. These aren't uncommon, but it's
been a long time since the last.
So-o-o-o-o-o glad that Obama ponied up three billion dollars more to
energize the theory that climate never changes unless it's with our help, and
I'm just thrilled that Obama demanded nothing, but gave the Chinese liars and
thieves everything as USA business and industry had more brakes applied due to
more and more government regulation.
Pope Francis
will visit the USA. Yes, now and again the Catholic Church sends
a representative here to beg and accept money or favors from the U.S.
government, and I fear that congressional reps of that faith in particular lean
more toward their religion than the demands of Americans of all beliefs.
I have few problems with the Church except they love to dump within our
national borders the world's trashiest, often U.S. hating masses with the
wink-wink assurance that U.S. taxpayers -- and non-Catholics -- will foot the
bill without challenge. Brad Pitt WW II
adventure movies aside, why the hell don't we just loot the Vatican to pay for
their own actions which affect our nation?
And just imagine the Catholic influence in our illegal alien mess, which
they totally encourage and support. I
wish Vatican officials would stick to exorcisms, pedophilia and warding off
vampires.
United Arab
Emirates issue a list of terrorist organizations and it includes our old buddies, C.A.I.R.,
the Muslim-American Society and the Muslim Brotherhood, easily found in the
United States. Too bad our FBI, military
and other key entities aren't officially allowed to acknowledge that if
something quacks like a radical, bat-poop-for-brains jihad duck, it most likely
is. I guess it's a good thing that Obama
declared some time back that the war on terror is over, and that official law
enforcement handbooks have been stripped of language regarding radical
Islam. If ya can't talk about it, it
doesn't exist. Someday, heads will roll
over this. Oh, wait. . .
State Dept.
computers hacked, presumably by Russians.
See, I told you and told you that the U.S. should have hired England's
fave UFO photo-searching hacker, Gary McKinnon, to deal with this sort of
thing. Now, just look!
Another Ebola
death in the USA: Still a bad idea, transporting victims
here. The Shadow may well ask who knows what evil lurks in the
hearts of men, but I'm more concerned about how, where and how long Ebola lurks in a dormant state. Considering the way organisms cleverly mutate, I'm not about to listen to any
"medical professional's" final word.
Again, we plead for White House arrests. . .
Street mob love
on hold in Ferguson: As if waiting for a free garage band
performance, everybody's watching for a grand jury decision. Comments by Obama
and Holder are not irrelevant in this situation, either. Meantime, nothing has changed. Based upon just a few seconds of one video,
Michael Brown is still a thug, still a bully, still a thief who rightly could
have been shot into oblivion by an assaulted shop owner who would probably have
been fully justified to accomplish a "cure," and, hmm -- oh, right,
and Michael Brown is still dead. There
are black people of distinction to admire and hold up all over this country
but, sad to say, Brown wasn't among them in any way, quite the opposite. A reason to riot, harm and loot.
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What happens
next will just serve as icing on the cake for dumbass street demonstrators
intent upon causing violence, no matter the truth. If violent revolutionaries become involved
with this mess the words, shoot to kill
must not be taken off the table by law enforcement agencies and police
personnel under attack. Obviously, among
many protestors observed to date, there's nary a rational, functioning brain to
be shared among them -- a fact not lost on street organizers with perpetual
America-hating evil directing their own wild it's us or them agendas.
He's Gonna Do It: The president who took an oath and swore to defend the Constitution and America will apparently give away a little more of our country and culture Friday when he announces his latest evil from Las Vegas. Call your congressional representatives in protest, and if you don't have any just buy some like everybody else.
Water wars erupt
as world population doubles:
Seems like the best common sense solution is to stop the world's human
numbers from achieving a dramatically useless increase. Surely, this emergency among emergencies can
be handled painlessly and directly?
Attacking numbers is the only solution (notice I didn't say final solution -- not playing Nazi here. . .) around the globe. And we have the United Nations to help. Oh yeah, we have the United Nations. .
.yucch. . .
A special word
of thanks to talk show host Michael Savage:
Some folks, mainly on the left politically, would rather spend the night
vomiting up vital organs than sampling his "Savage Nation" radio
show, and that's too bad because the nonetheless gruff Savage isn't at all the
monster he's painted to be by those who prefer to hide truth and avoid
controversy.
Last week, aware
via the New York Post that a U.S. Army soldier and his service
dog Matty, each a victim of the same exploding IED in
Afghanistan, had become separated upon their return to the states Savage took
action.
Federal law
allows returning servicemen to adopt their dogs, but somehow bureaucracy tore
two mutually loving hearts asunder, and we're talking about a love between man
and dog so great that the dog had even tried to chew through metal bars on his
cage during the return flight from Afghanistan in order to be at the side of
his mutually injured companion who rested nearby.
Michael Savage
donates generously to animal causes, such as elephant rescues, and in that
respect he could be likened to a Bob
Barker of radio. When he learned of the Matty case, he sprung
into action and alerted his national audience, even speaking by phone with the
serviceman's father. In the meantime,
alerted by Savage, the newspaper and other outlets, ranking military officials
and others began exploring and searching the whereabouts of the serviceman's
"lost" dog, locating and returning Matty to his rightful owner within
days.
Savage happily
shared credit with mostly anonymous sources who helped arrange the happy
reunion, but during his show, after the fateful weekend, he again spoke by
phone to the serviceman's father -- and promised to buy his son a
fully-equipped van, capable not only of allowing trips with Matty, but adapted
to accommodate his son's war injuries.
Savage, the
often irascible Savage? Yes. A heart of gold is sometimes found where some
folks least expect it.
