Ted Cruz in Space -- Can the UFO Question Be Far Behind?

Be the first on your block to ask Senator Ted Cruz about UFOs.  After all, the question seems inevitable.  As Hunter Walker and Jessica Orwig report in  Yahoo Finance  (Jan. 14), Cruz soon undertakes new duties as chairman of the Senate Commerce Subcommittee on Science, Space, and Competitiveness, a powerful position allowing oversight of  the National Aeronautics and Space Administration.  Cruz wasted little time in distributing a press release on January 14, delineating plans for NASA's future  In a statement entitled, "Focus NASA on Its Core Mission:  Exploring Space, and More of It," Sen. Cruz assured Americans of his intention to expand the US space program.  How utterly refreshing, compared to the nonsense and non-science we endure currently under the Obama bunch.

When somebody assumes government-directed outer space duties, it's almost obligatory for a media representative to ask The Big Question about his or her interest in the UFO subject:  Do you believe in flying saucers?  Why are UFOs here?  Are space beings here to help us?  Why do crazy people see alien spaceships in the sky?  If they were real, wouldn't aliens land on the White House lawn, and then run across it until gaining easy access, after passing dozing Secret Service agents and dispatching attack dogs with death rays?

I fully support inquiring of Cruz about his UFO views, but the problem -- as usual -- is likely to emerge because the first media person to take the plunge will probably wrap his or her questions in words of absurdity, the big throw-away opportunity, therefore making a joke of the issue and creating a field day for debunkers and skeptics from the get-go. 

We hope, at least, that Cruz becomes aware that a certain population of former and current NASA scientists are not only familiar with reliable UFO evidence, but that some have even written books on the subject.

In the meantime, Senator Cruz, should your efforts happen to get us back to the moon,  would you kindly have somebody procure for me a few buckets of helium-3?  Nothing increases the profit margin at garage sales like a little helium-3, and the stuff's much too important merely to be gobbled up by Chinese communists, who won't share.

But wait -- ABC-TV News breaks in to wring out the UFO mop, right over our laps.   David Muir's evening edition on January 19 blew off a blurb about Project Blue Book files now housed at The Black Vault  (see link) and, try hard though he did, John Greenewald, Jr's gallant efforts to assure viewers that those files ultimately have little to do with the enduring UFO mystery, the impression left with a TV audience whose members barely know that Joseph Biden isn't a street sweeper dictated that the UFO enigma is an enigma nevermore.  If, in particular, you've followed Kevin Randle's (see link) recent posts, the real story behind the story comes down to a U.S. Air Force division more concerned with explaining sightings away than in chronicling legitimate evidence of a mystery in need of pursuit.  In other words, if one is too unconcerned or lazy to make the case, ultimately statistics released to the public look pretty darned good.  Nothing to see here, folks, except for all the stuff we didn't get to see because Project Blue Book wasn't the main attraction, just something pretty and shiny to keep the legit media off the track.  It worked, too.

And as UFO reports continue all over the globe, this disturbing news:   Fox-TV intends to resurrect The X-Files.  Great! I disliked it before, and now I can work up to thorough disgust as Fox scours the program bone yard for something, anything, to bring back cherished ratings and profitable commercials.  The worst UFO drama I ever viewed is still Dr. Ed Condon's performance, an almost  Oscar-worthy portrayal where he pretended to be a dispassionate UFO researcher at the University of Colorado -- but I wouldn't want a Condon redux any more than I'm looking forward to an X-Files  rehash, which will mold and twist real UFO evidence and reports into something indistinguishable from the truth -- which is still "out there," but not "there" at  TXF.   Talk about a deflated football. . .

President Obama's Mistake of the Union speech:   Unremarkable, except for profound self-congratulatory language.  The customary Obama hocus-pocus POTUS.  His climate change nonsense was particularly grating, because NASA has allegedly backed off a bit about 2014 being the hottest year on record, as a figure of 37 percent "certainty" has since emerged, which the mainstream media won't bother to bring up.  Ms. Ernst's Republican response, on the other hand, establishes her as a strong, solidly credentialed representative, in need of a little more televised outrage, but she won't be complete until she emerges as hard line Tea Party all the way.  We really can't take any more of the Democrat/Republican twins, identical in so many ways.

I don't wish to be a Muslim-basher here, but the ongoing question begs -- how come, ever since the 9/11 murders by overwhelmingly Saudi-affiliated Islamists, we in the USA have been encouraged, if not forced exponentially to cozy up to Muslims?  Even Duke University almost got into the act with a Muslim "call to prayer" from the heights of a Christian chapel, after, apparently, it wasn't enough just to allow Muslims to worship at a lower level.  Fortunately, clearer Christian heads prevailed (and did not roll down the street -- yet) and this silly little practice of attempting to hold one's religion literally higher in the sky than other religions failed.  This time. One would think Duke U. would have been on its best behavior after that little episode a few years ago of condemning its hockey players based upon the words of a deceptive prostitute who lied about being raped and abused (and she, recently, was arrested on far more serious charges in another incident).

Nevertheless, if this is the route we're following in the USA, maybe Satanists could get away with blowing up a building or two, killing thousands of folks in the process -- and, after a few years transpire, some pathetically progressive university in a forgiving mood will allow devil worship services inside its chapel as an act of good, um, faith.  After all, not ALL Satan worshipers are bad, you know -- it's just that the good ones won't speak out against the worst of the lot.  Where have we heard that before?

Paris Goes Bonkers  for  from Islam:   Fox News feels compelled to apologize for reports pointing out places in France where Islam is pretty much in control and non-Muslims tend not to go?  Hey, other media have said the same for years.  Were I France or Great Britain, I think I would spend less time trying to sue the press for exposing the obvious and instead contemplate how and why European countries have allowed Islam to consume parts of those nations without any responsibility to assimilate.  If Euro-moron state politicians can't bother to make certain populations convert to native ways, rather than the other way around (hint:  Shariah Law's archosaur status, regurgitated from the ninth century), don't grouse about and sue over reports substantiated over time by far more sources than Fox.  Looks like somebody wants to stamp out legitimate "Islamophobia" by once again inexplicably cozying up with a concept destined to kill off the Europe we know and love.  So, France -- in the future, will life really be much nicer in Nice?  Would you like French fries or Freedom fries with your nice cup of Caliphate?

Somewhat vaguely on the same subject, Al Sharpton comes to mind.   Now  the reverend of race is bitching about Hollywood and the Shocking Notification that no black people are up for an Academy Award this year.  This is his complaint of the moment?  Or is he trying to divert public attention away from the race-baiting he helped stir up in Ferguson and beyond recently -- which didn't quite work out for his Best Face Forward after cops were executed?  Got news for Rev. Al -- when history is written, he should properly be exposed as the black man who did virtually nothing on the soapbox to prevent an influx of illegal aliens, destined by numbers alone to steal jobs from that nebulous entity known as  the black community. 

But if Sharpton is really serious about the Oscars, before next year's nominations he should write, produce, direct and star in his own motion picture.  May I suggest:  The Real True Tawana Brawley Story.  Try that one, Reverend Al -- and no fibbing allowed.  He should tell the truth about his words and actions with this police case and how, to his very day, he has not issued apologies for his substantial promotion of what turned out to be lies and utter fiction (look it up).  And the Oscar goes to. . .

The Boy Who Came Back From Heaven  didn't really go there, as the best-selling book's young author, Alex Malarkey, disclosed last week.  Looks like we have to play a little game of  Allegedly   here because daddy allegedly may have helped perpetrate this publishing fraud which was touted as a true story.  The publisher has recalled remaining copies and The Faithful are rightfully urinated, with some True Believers likely thinking perhaps they might have experienced more truth by handling and fondling Baptist rattlesnakes in the deep South.  As a result of this mess, I feel encouraged to write my own book, we'll call it  The Man Who Lived a Hell on Earth  and see if I can peddle that to the masses.  Ain't gonna feature God in that one, though, just politicians who make our lives a living. . .well, you know. . .

Morons attack American Sniper:   During and following both World War II and the Korean conflict, Hollywood was grinding out war movies on a fast track, and Americans couldn't get enough.  Military personnel were heroes, respected and admired on every street in the country.  Unfortunately, the Vietnam Era's political movements and the mainstream media, through no fault of fighting men, whipped up a far different attitude, an ugly, sustained national mood infesting folks who found it easier to blame soldiers and Marines than untouchable politicians hiding behind patriotic symbols in Washington.   Fast forward -- and "shock and awe" have greeted Clint Eastwood's movie (and the book) about the late Chris Kyle, most of the comments bleeding favorable.  I can't add much to the current publicity swirling about, but would suggest to the lesser of mind among the negative Hollywood and blogging bunch that (1) they would be first on the menu for head choppers, should they ever invade Hollywood and other environs of the wretched, and (2) Chris Kyle and men like him would have done everything they could to save even your pathetic asses, as you sit cowering uselessly in fear, soaking in pools of your own urine.  'nough said.

The pope may be socialist of the year, but, by George, he knows his animals.  Upon, to everybody's surprise, his advising Catholics that they need not breed like rabbits, residents of rabbit warrens all over the world expressed their outrage, angrily shaking their lucky feet and exclaiming an intent to continue producing large quantities of baby rabbits, no matter the prattle.

SUBWAY chooses a personal digital path:   Subway appears to have borrowed a page from other Internet-lovin' corporations, whose overly curious marketers think making you give up personal information (your name and e-mail address  are  personal information) on your personal computer to continue getting points toward a free meal is a lovely idea.  Instead of providing a choice, Subway has taken choice away in the spirit of a food politburo. Apparently, the old system where the customer  anonymously  swiped a card near the register to gain points just wasn't good enough -- now they even request customers' birth dates.  When I visited a  Subway  store a few days ago, my old card was confiscated  with kindness, and an employee  kindly   issued a new Subway Card From Hell  (well, that's what I would call it).  Of course, if you fall for this new online bluster,  Subway  automatically "gives" customers additional points toward a freebie meal, but they want personal info, and they're darned well going to get it their way -- and the loyal customer, will just have to like it.   Me?  Goodbye  Subway,  I'm off to spend at greener sandwich pastures which don't force-feed customers with digital sprinkles, whilst simultaneously withholding the goodies unless one fesses up about personal identity -- not even a teeny bit.  True enough, my name and an e-mail address appear for all to see on this very blog – but that was my choice, and the  Subway  change provides no choice.  Bad enough that we continue to gag over news reports from months ago, exposing that a substance used in the production of gym mats allegedly turned up routinely in sandwich bread sold by  Subway,  a little recipe detail reportedly corrected by now.  Delectable!

I was a teenage gynecologist:   I didn't catch the state or city, but apparently a teenage boy dressed as a physician and claimed to be a gynecologist, as he walked the halls of a hospital for a month!  Eventually, his act was discovered, and "they" claim he never actually examined a patient.  Well, he may as well have.  Listen kid, in Air Force hospitals I worked with doctors who somehow managed to pass themselves off as doctors, so your portrayal didn't fall far from the caduceus.  Looks like you went by the code --first, do no harm. . .but then have a lot of fun deceiving medical and administrative "professionals" who obviously don't have the brains to unmask you.  News reports indicate no charges will be filed against the teen -- understandable, since he wasn't the horse's butt among a hospital full of them here, was he?