We love the way news services went ga-ga last week over a report that in
2014 three Air Force airmen assigned to, and
with special clearances for, nuclear missile maintenance damaged a nuke at a
USA missile base. Apparently -- goes the
story -- the public was never in any danger, though we're told the trio of USAF
personnel no longer have missile-related duties. That's the good news, The bad news is that Iran now has over 100
billion extra dollars to pursue their own nuke program, no matter how long it
takes, because Obama, Kerry & Co. apparently feel we can somehow tame the
best terrorism manufacturer on the planet and chase away all that annoying
radicalism like fleas off a dog. But I
digress. . .
I only raise a question here, but why is it that we find this little
tidbit in the mainstream media, yet years of documented reports by former
officers and enlisted personnel of, primarily, the Air Force regarding
eyewitness observations of UFOs visiting and, in some cases, interacting with
nuclear missiles on various military bases fail to raise more than an eyebrow
or two?
Despite extensive interviews with former (and current) military
witnesses to UFO activity on U.S. nuke bases, researchers such as Robert
Hastings and others seem to be routinely ignored or referenced mainly as human
interest subjects for mainstream news sources, and their efforts certainly seem
to have motivated no public pursuit of the truth in Congress.
In this era of drones and other spectacular air technology, we fear
increasingly, as stated on previous occasions, that the main people remembered
for their connection to the UFO subject far in the future will be the
contactees, those intrepid and often delusional folks who spun wild tales of
trips to other planets and meetings with glamorous extraterrestrials back in
the 1950s. Why? Simply because they're the ones who spoke up
and established a place, outrageous or not, for themselves early on, while
scientists who should have tackled the serious side of the UFO phenomenon
immediately chose instead to dismiss and ridicule what actually seemed curious
and potentially rewarding UFO evidence at that time. By their silence, by their derision, by their
very response of hiding in fear from the scientific obligation to examine
"flying saucer" evidence early on, scientists forfeited history's spotlight
to the absurd, first and foremost, and nothing makes great newspaper headlines
like contactee-generated taradiddle.
So, perfectly willing we are to speak of careless airmen damaging a
missile (IF that's the real story), but to even whisper of nukes allegedly
evaluated and even affected operationally by one or more strange somethings
from the sky on far more than one occasion, well, how much truth can we
stand? Actually, the question is, how
much truth can we get? And who will give
it?
Moments in time, like individual snowflakes observed under a microscope, appear unique. My current
moment expresses confidence in the belief that Ted Cruz should be
President. Sure, I could live with
Donald Trump if necessary -- but even months after he first announced, and I
questioned then whether he would be a legitimate candidate or class clown, I
continue to have problems with his all too apparent blowhard & blather
aspect. One gets the impression he's a
solitary act, not big on taking advice from others -- and don't we currently
have somebody like that sitting in the White House?
Worse, a disturbing and growing congregation of "old boy"
GOP establishment members suddenly cling to Donald Trump's pant leg as if he's
the only candidate on the right who can save their cushy affiliation with the
GOP: Trent Lott (!), Bob Dole and O.
Hatch, for example.
So Trump bad-mouths Cruz with more than a few verbal back-stabbings
and becomes the very definition of "a nasty man" that he piles upon
Cruz. Claiming that Cruz is owned by
banks (oh, please!), Trump fails to mention his own troubled relationship with
casino-related bank loans which went south and cost him not a penny's worth of
personal responsibility -- whereas Cruz's involvement with banks pretty much
involves taking out personal loans against money he already invested and had
available as collateral. Who's the bad
guy here, Donald?
Then there's everybody's darling, the only woman in history who ever
deserved to be President, Hillary R. Clinton.
After all, Bill held Office, so it's her turn. Can't wait until the Obama spouse plays that
game. The trouble with "Hill"
is her ever-evolving problems with those troublesome e-mails -- and now we find
her server may have shared documents classified way higher than "Top
Secret," reportedly even allowing access by the questionable Clinton
Foundation. Oh oh. Well, not to worry, that's just Hillary being
Hillary. Military people have gone to
prison and received other punishments for far less, but, dang it all, she's
Hillary, wife of Bill. It'll be okay,
won't it? Besides, treating her server
like a publicly accessible candy machine dispenser for the Chinese, the
Russians and any other anybody who cared to grab a peek provided a real global,
United Nations-style public service, did it not?
True enough, if she wastes away in a prison cell, a lot of The
Faithful currently drooling in anticipation that she would find and release All
The Government Files About UFOs if elected President will be profoundly
disappointed. Me? I've hoped longer than 50 years that any such
information would be released. But the
giant caveat is Hillary herself. If you
love what Obama & Co. have done to the country, Hillary's your (not to
sound sexist) girl, ready and willing to take progressive standards to the nth
degree.
When it comes down to putting the nation back on a rational course vs.
allowing Hillary Clinton and progressive Democrats to continue taking us over
the cliff, even as she makes UFO-related promises that will likely never see the light of
day, I'll choose fixing the USA, thank you.
As things stand now, Hillary Clinton's talents might best be expressed
by having her make license plates in some women's prison. As if.
Of some curiosity is the revelation that the Clinton Library intends
to release nearly 500 pages of something regarding Donald Trump's contacts with
the Clinton White House -- yet, this mini-flood of documents won't be
accomplished until April. Perhaps just
in time to attempt a Trump annihilation before the elections? Hmm, what could possibly be in store?
Not to forget the other election "choice" -- confirmed
socialist Bernie Sanders. I love the
smell of communism in the morning, doesn't everybody? So what does the Democrat Party offer its
misguided and delusional faithful this time around on the ol' election
circuit? A commie geriatric, a
soon-to-be far leftist geriatric all dolled up for a possible (though unlikely,
the Elite being whom they are) prison stint and that other candidate, old
what's-'is-name, The Invisible Man.
Everybody hates Ted? Not unexpecTEDly, all the Washington
elitists are coming out to take Cruz down.
Nobody likes Ted, says Donald Trump?
Good. Good. GOOD.
Cruz couldn't receive a higher compliment under any circumstances. Some seem enraged because he called Sen. Mitch
McConnell a liar -- though if the story Cruz tells about his encounter with
McConnell is true, then the senator is a liar (Have we seen McConnell
responding to the charge? No.).
However, of more immediacy is Ted Cruz's comments about "New York
values." Well now, it so happens
he's right, and nobody knows this to be true more than people who live anywhere
in New York BUT the city and its boroughs.
Many problems arise from the NY State Assembly and Senate, examples of
the most corrupt government institutions in the United States. Recent indictments, trials and verdicts of
guilty for members at the highest levels of state government tell the story in
a state long drowning in elitist crime, absurdly high taxes and abandonment by
businesses and entrepreneurs. As non-NYC
residents well realize, a vastly unfair amount of taxpayer money goes to
support NY City, as Upstate areas are deprived, dismissed and considered by
snotty, progressive elitists as "cow country" inhabited by bumpkins
incapable of self-governance and whose opinions are irrelevant.
And then there's New York's megalomaniac Democrat governor Andrew
Cuomo, who condemns Cruz for his reference to NY "values," but who
himself said just months ago that there is "no place" for
conservatives in New York. A hypocrite
in every sense is Cuomo, who claims a welcoming state and beams with pride as
he proclaims his intention to make NY the most progressive state in the
nation. Cuomo originally campaigned for
governor by promising to eliminate mandates which strangle NY growth and keep
taxes through the roof, yet to date his assurances have failed. In addition, Cuomo and NY City's communist
mayor despise one another, each playing the "progressive" game to his
own satisfaction. Recently, Cuomo has even played a sort of "Hunger
Games" with the state, dangling taxpayer funds, which rightly belong to
all taxpayers, over specific areas, daring them to come up with appropriate
plans to "win" funding. The
elitist rulers pull the strings, every day, and Cruz had it right.
By excoriating Ted Cruz, Trump reveals himself as an elitist in his
own right, and we should regard such meanness and smugness with some
concern. Yes, Trump is successful and
gets things done. Cruz, to his own credit, promised Texans when he ran for the
state senate that he would accomplish certain goals -- and reportedly did
everything he promised. How often does
that happen in politics?
The country, at least for this fleeting moment, craves a Ted Cruz as
President. He's consistently soft-spoken,
without all the blather, and maintains a cool head. Nobody among the Washington royalty class
likes brilliant constitutionalist and promise-keeper Ted Cruz? No wonder!
That's a giant asset for the country, and at this very moment I'm
thinking Cruz is the best choice of all to get America back on a rational
track. But yes, Trump could indeed
surprise us all as president, in a good way.
We'll see.
Oscar Nominations: Well, controversy rages over the absence of
black actor nominations for an Academy Award.
Me? This year, I think the whole
project should go south except for maybe a half hour where actor Jamie Foxx
receives the highest award for pulling that guy out of a burning vehicle --
and, for gosh sakes, give Sean Penn honorable mention for bravely interviewing
"El Chapo" for Rolling
Stone and arranging, albeit against
his will or expectation, to probably add his own name to a hit list, courtesy
of the brutal Mexican drug cartel. No
good deed goes unpunished.
DiCaprio warns the world: Good grief, yet another speech by a
"dedicated" Hollywood actor about climate change and what we need to
do about it. Meanwhile, Leonardo
DiCaprio and his fellow actors and actresses jet around the world in their
private, presumably environmentally destructive aircraft and foul the waters
with fuel needed to propel huge watercraft whilst condemning the rest of us for
not waking up to correct things which, frankly, science on the other side tells
us do not exist. Funny, oh how
uproariously funny, how people who make their money by parroting words from a
movie script, as they manipulate every practiced muscle and limb exactly as
directors require, presume to portray themselves away from the movie cameras as
experts who know what's best for us, the intellectually unwashed of the
world. Sorry, mere fame and fortune
acquired during daily showers of Let's
Pretend do not an authority make,
silver screen kiddies. I think I like self-righteous celebrities better when they're on drugs and speaking incoherently about subjects they can barely speak about when coherent.
Football, everywhere football,. . .and other "professional" sports dominate TV screens and daily
lives. What's it about, what's the
attraction? We suspect it all adds up to
nothing more than bragging rights consistent with mine is bigger than yours boasts.
And this, mind you, goes on day after week after month after year. If only the fans cared as much about a
government and world affairs collapsing all around us, all prettied up with presidential speeches
saturated in one man's personal national and global fantasies.
