Tuesday, December 2, 2014

If Wishes Were Forces

But first, a little notation about UFOs, wildly insignificant or just plain irrelevant:   Like many of you, I, too, was entranced by the clicking sounds recorded by the European spacecraft which successfully landed on a comet after a 10-year mission and some painstaking scientific planning.  No, I'm not suggesting, as have others, that the comet is something more than a comet -- but I do, with tongue firmly in cheek, with room for movement nevertheless, think back to the old alleged Hickson-Parker UFO abduction case in Pascagoula, Mississippi.  During the course of questioning, did one or both of the men not relate that an entity(ies) seemed to make a clicking sound?  No big stuff here, just wondering whether "clicking" might be the universal language, either in some corner of the universe or within some aspect of the UFO enigma.  Seems absurd, I know, but something there just seemed to click. 

UFO Explanation Psychology 101 (hint:  it's always 101):   I'm beyond amused when  sporadically inspired members of the brain-scrambling society show up to explain UFOs and UFO abduction cases.  This time, it's Anne Skomorowsky, practitioner of psychosomatic medicine at the New York Presbyterian Hospital.  Skomorowsky, also an assistant professor of psychiatry at Columbia University, had the honor of seeing her theories about "accidental awareness" (essentially bringing old memories into issues later on) explored by Scientific American, and you, the reader, may find the article online via your favorite search engine.  I won't spend any time on the piece here, other than to note that this sort of mental broom is never very adept at sweeping away revelations surrounding witness testimony -- especially when multiple witnesses are involved in alleged abduction events.  Somewhere in the psycho-cosmos, another medical professional with a debunking bent awaits a proper time and space to come forth to write a paper and reassure us that all strange critters who abduct are merely mind over matter and the book is thus closed.  There, feel better?

What U.S. president  would have been most inclined to reveal government UFO information?  Carter?  Clinton?  Reagan?  Not even close.  Barry Goldwater is the most likely, had he been elected president.  In my opinion.  Yes, trick question here.

Just when I've come to accept that we humans as a species deserve utter and unapologetic extinction because we've mucked it all up and screwed up everything, something comes along that. . .that. . .changes nothing and convinces me I was correct in my assumptions.  To wit:

Men and women of the Year:   Police officer Darren Wilson and every member of law enforcement dedicated and striving to protect and serve.  Also -- a black witness who supported Officer Wilson's account before a grand jury, but was later allegedly found shot dead by ??? in a burning car during the street carnage.  But then there are. . .

Maniacs of the Year:   The late Michael Brown of Ferguson, Missouri, ultimately deceased by virtue of his own actions (you don't attack the cops, surely that's not brain surgeon thinking), according to the evidence, reliable witness testimony and grand jury deliberation -- a case followed by officials all the way up to the White House.  The continuing tragedy here is the government's insistence upon keeping the societal wound open as it pursues the situation under the flag of civil rights.  Dude, when a black police officer shot dead a white unarmed teenager a few weeks ago in Utah under apparently not quite air-tight circumstances, nobody burned buildings and Eric Holder did not rush to the scene with Sharpton and Jackson in tow.  So, not only do I choose Brown among the "multiple maniacs" of this outrage, but the looters and violent protesters (anarchists, arsonists, communists, outsiders and all the usual street trash) played and continue to play a significant role.  Yes, there are legitimate issues to protest, but from all indications Michael Brown was no angelic youth worthy of such attention.  Indeed, the store incident caught on video just prior to the final showdown pretty much sums up history the way historians will write it.

I also nominate Missouri Governor Jay Nixon as a maniac of the year -- he, the governor who called out the National Guard but, peculiarly, refused to put them on the streets until considerable burning and damage was done.  His own lieutenant governor, suggesting that Nixon generally remains closed off and unapproachable, wonders whether pressure from the White House and DOJ influenced the decision to stand down.

Remember, just a couple of entries ago I, ol' Robert, suggested that violent demonstrators should be shot dead.  Do that two or three times and, like magic, things tend to calm down, at least in the short term.  Any human insect willing to illegally wield firearms dangerously among a mob or willing without a second thought to set buildings ablaze, thus putting numerous lives in danger, deserves nothing less than a spot-on execution if warnings and threats of arrest have no effect.  Unfortunately, with Ferguson law enforcement personnel busy beyond their dreams and the deplorable Gov. Nixon's National Guard nowhere in sight, the worst happened.  So pardon the irrational advice of this blogging old crank. . .but, as it turns out, I was right.  The violent do not negotiate in love and kisses.  If you want law and order, one has to enforce law and order.  Maybe next time.  Who the hell wants to be a cop anymore, to serve a nation populated too often by brainless twits, terrorists or uneducated youth unconcerned with any truth except what they themselves concoct?

Oh . . .and my final maniacs of the year include President Obama and Attorney General Holder, the highest-level government race-baiters I've ever seen.  Even some Democrats have started to run from this White House bunch as if from a piping hot bowl of Ebola bisque.  Now the Obama bunch wants to re-educate and subdue the nation's police AND add cameras to cops ala a big brother society?  I’ll say one thing:  Put a camera on every law enforcement officer in the country and truth-benders like Sharpton may well have to retire because the camera tends not to lie.  Bonus – thugs, dangerous street activists and thieves who think arming the cops with cameras is a good thing will be the first to go down once their faces and actions become plastered forever throughout the world of law enforcement.  Unfortunately, the rest of us will endure the same fate simply by ambulating.

If minority street protesters used more than two percent of their brainpower, they might additionally understand that Obama's embrace of illegal millions will screw them and their kids over for job opportunities for years to come.  Now,  there's  something worth taking to the streets.

Officer Wilson resigns from his job  and I hope and trust there are forces out there who will not only give him (and his wife) a better job in law enforcement, but will see that he's kept "in the money" as he moves on to another opportunity.  Wilson and the shop owner on video were the true victims in this situation, and shame on the stupidity of multitudes across the nation who remain on the wrong side of history here.  Yes,  'twas certainly a duck that quacked like a duck in Ferguson.

Klaatu Obama Without Gort:   The crazed  global warming   greenhouse gas    climate change alarmists are at it again, and as mentioned previously, whenever Obama speaks about questionable evidence  he sounds increasingly like spacecraft side-chat Klaatu from  The Day the Earth Stood Still, just before leaving Earth to travel amongst the stars with his faithful (make that faithless) and presumably cyber sexual partner (ouch -- doesn't that hurt?) robot,  Gore  Gort.  Too bad, the 1951 original was a great movie -- but wouldn't be with Obama in the title role (nor Leonardo DiCaprio, we hasten to add).  I profoundly "get it" about environmental destruction and species degradation here on Earth, but the one-track mind climate change crowd which portends to educate us about climate influences related to our own activities drives me up a wall of CO2.  May climate change geeks, formerly known as global warming geniuses, receive nicely wrapped bags of cattle flatulence for Christmas.  Methanomics  will be costly no matter how one, um, cuts it.

If Syrian government hackers are the latest to gain access to our deepest government files, what does this say about a future manned mission to Mars, when the computer guidance system is taken over just before landing?  I suspect flowery old plans for the peaceful exploration of space will end up about as peaceful as the "religion of peace" here on Earth.

And speaking of religion, it's intensely sad and angering that Nepal's people again prepare to engage in a ritual of brutally sacrificing animals such as goats and cattle as a gift to their god.  This will take a toll on somewhere around a half million animals, and we are yet reminded that animals usually come out looking far more intelligent than the rest of us as they suffer our never-ending fantasies and cruelty.

Country & Western Goes Yet Even More Gay:   Many of us harbor some impressions about who might be gay in C&W land, though I'm not generally a listener of the format.  However, my curiosity was a tad piqued a few days ago when singer Ty Herndon announced he was gay -- followed quickly by a similar declaration from singer Billy Gilman, who reportedly felt inspired to come way, way out after Ty H. let it all, so to speak, hang out.  Thought I, wha's up with that?  With Gilman, did it work like this. . .?

"Got to get that new album out. . .what can I do. . .I'm older and don't have that cute kid face to put on the cover anymore. . .and, oh, the telethon -- Jerry Lewis isn't hosting anymore, so I don't sing there and I'm not doing the co-host gig. . .maybe I can. . .wait, what's this?  Ty. . .oh. . .that's it, that's it. . .HEY WORLD!  I'm gay, too!  Lookee here!  I'm Billy Gilman and I'm gay, too!  Fancy that!  I'm coming out and SO IS MY NEW ALBUM, real soon.  HEY!  Lookatme, look. . .at. . .me!  I'M GAY LIKE TY!!  HEY, OVER HERE!  LOOK!"

(Disclaimer:  The fictional self-conversation by Billy Gilman depicted above probably did not happen in real life, but maybe it did.  It should have, because I like this version, my version.)