Meanwhile, over at Jack Brewer's web site, The UFO Trail (see link), I hope you've read parts one and two of excerpts from The Abductionist's Wife: A Memoir, by Carol Rainey, who was married to the late UFO abduction researcher, artist and author, Budd Hopkins. Obviously an intimate part of Hopkins' daily life and his work with alleged abductees, Rainey nevertheless paints an often unflattering picture of Hopkins' efforts, even pointing out a dramatic instance of “leading on” an alleged UFO abductee during questioning. Rainey's writing style captivates, and her revelations about the memory of a man many of us respected and honored for his UFO abduction investigations and books suddenly takes on a considerable tarnish.
For me? The most fascinating report of a UFO abduction continues to be the Hickson-Parker incident, about which we discovered years later that a car full of active duty U.S. Navy personnel saw a strange, airliner-size, lighted-up object descend in the same area and at the same approximate time as the alleged Pascagoula, Mississippi river event. Taken together with the late Dr. J. Allen Hynek's favorable impression of Charles Hickson and Calvin Parker, I will continue to believe there was a bizarre, yet credible incident in Pascagoula on that October evening in 1973, when two men just wanting an enjoyable fishing experience had their lives changed forever.
Transgenderin' around at the CIA: Oh my, how far we've come since the test I took to get a professional level job with the federal government in the eighties was thrown out because some agenda-driven system of judging deemed the exam unfair to minorities. Yes, forget black and Hispanic, the new buzz word is transgender – and the CIA is hiring! Really, I don't now what's up with the tranny thing, but since some studies seem to question emotional stability and the like, I hope they're hiring carefully. What intrigues me, however, is the government's current concern that some CIA employees may be exhibiting “unconscious bias” toward the transgendered folk. Maybe the gov spooks would prefer conscious bias? By the way, I can only guess what unconscious bias is, but you can bet that a myriad of unfortunates will end up being tortured in communism-style diversity class because some genius tech-boy's new black-ops mind control device determined a mass infection of unconscious bias. Is that as bad as the Zika virus? Can you get it from mosquitoes? Should transgenders even think about getting pregnant? Um, wait a minute there, I don't think that. . .
From sex change to climate change: Seems that satellite data might indeed indicate global warming, and satellite data is what, hopefully, rational minds have waited for. Trouble is, the source where I gleaned this tidbit goes right for the throat, calling climate change man-made or human-made, with nary a shred of evidence that humans are the main impetus. Interesting research, but sloppy attribution regarding “us.” Let's at least clean up oceans and rivers and be environmentally aware of the trashing which we do so well internationally. Want to keep the planet pristine? Okay, then. . .
No kids for you, Leonardo DiCaprio! This guy's speeches on the environment crack me up in the same vein as trying to endure a Justin Bieber song. Anyway, Mr. D, if you're so fired up about the enviro and willing to tell me how to live, then be an example, okay? First off, produce no children. You know what pigs we humans are, as The Worst Polluters in the Universe , so you'll have to sacrifice this option. Next, deep-six the luxurious water craft and airplanes – and convince your Hollywood buddies to do the same. Finally, get out there with a few leaf bags and start picking up trash in the streets. Who knows, maybe they'll make a movie about you as you graze among the dumpsters. More Oscar cred, you know?
A final mean-spirited word or two: Following school shootings and similar mayhem, why are affected areas suddenly populated with “grief counselors?” In my day, when tragedies happened and somebody died and terrible things happened, you lived with it, because life was recognized automatically not to be a sweet little bowl of cherries and **** happens. Grief counselors? Who came up with this? It's just one more option for turning kids into little porcelain dolls, untouched and unfazed by life's horrors or controversy, unprepared for The Real which awaits all. Grief counselors? It's more like good grief!
