UFO Cultism at the Wall Street Journal

By now it's easy-peasy to regard George Adamski's alleged flying saucer photos and wild tales as the concoctions they were, and I certainly have no less curiosity in what drives "contactees" such as Buck Nelson, who enthralled us -- make that a specifically narrow segment of us -- with his adventures as laid out in his obscure book, My Trip to Mars, the Moon and Venus.  The "space brother" cult enjoyed a veritable field day of public interest during the 1950s,  is probably gone for good, but one should never say never.

However, as if smacked with behemoth-sized bird droppings from the sky, UFO research is suddenly drenched with poisonous excretions from something of a different cult:  That of respectable journalists who work for a respectable newspaper who insist upon ignoring perfectly good UFO evidence in exchange for pure bull you-know-what with no respect whatsoever.  Unfortunately, this is not merely sporadic cult-nouveau territory in many American newsrooms.

I've long been appreciative of the Wall Street Journal as a source of fair reporting, but this time around, with two articles tackling the UFO subject in June, the WSJ got it wrong, disastrously wrong.  If you stayed current with my links to Frank Warren's UFO Chronicles, Kevin Randle and The Black Vault you already know the facts.

These days, I'm far removed from the UFO issue which once consumed my writing hours for newspaper and magazine articles, but I can still smell journalistic decay when its stinking fragrance becomes widespread enough to draw flies.  It's a funny thing how every once in a while some esteemed publication or public figure emerges from the shadows and performs an incredibly absurd jack-in-the-box hatchet job on the entire history of the UFO subject, totally disregarding tons of hard-mined evidence acquired for eyes willing to see over the decades.

In June, the  Journal bungled it all up via an editorial policy which apparently wasn't editing for facts and reporters who flat-out ignored the documentation placed on a platter before them.  If they weren't also pleasantly guided along by intentional government-generated misinformation with a clear agenda I would be very surprised.  After all, the formula hasn't changed much despite ongoing official promises to get to the truth.  Deep state or freak state may be in charge ultimately, take your choice.

The very concept that a SIGNIFICANT percentage of UFO observations and dramatic encounters going back decades can be chalked up to top secret devices, classified testing, gullible military personnel and pilots and joking diversionary tactics is just ridiculous, and even a cursory examination of even lesser known but admirable cases clearly indicates suitable explanations lacking.

In my declining years I'm a "one trick pony" in that I've put all my eggs into one UFO basket, and that basket is the Pascagoula, MS incident of 1973 in which two now deceased fishermen, Charles Hickson and Calvin Parker reported an encounter with a UFO complete with bizarre creatures which examined them physically.  Multiple witnesses have come forth over the years and there was clear electronic evidence of something tangible emerging from the sky.  Yet, as is the instance with multiple cases of crushing interest and intrigue, you won't find this one highlighted by the WSJ in June, nor in many other "respectable" publications.  Believe me, I know firsthand how, particularly at the editorial staff level, the most important UFO-related stories and topics get squashed.  Or ridiculed out of existence.  

Many of us thought a new day had dawned in recent years as the UFO issue appeared to gain value and even urgency among public officials and the media.  Maybe we were wrong.  All we can do now is wait as government inquiries continue in the face of poorly researched, blatantly stupid or purposefully misguided reportage destined to influence public minds already perpetually unfamiliar with UFO history and facts.  The "just isn't possible" cult (yes, CULT) of editors and reporters is alive and well among what fragments remain of real, hard-hitting journalism in the USA, and we dare suggest that the sun will continue revolving around the Earth for this bunch, innately blinded by the comforts of mass conventionality.

Welcome back, deja vu, welcome back, though we all know you never really left.

Catar-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack-act (I Ought to Know By Now)

School blackboards can be more than objects upon which people write smart or stupid things with chalk.  In my case, the words I had trouble reading on a classroom blackboard in fourth grade long ago directed me to my first encounter with an eye doctor, a.k.a. an ophthalmologist.  I think the "h" is in there just to trip kids up in spelling bees.

So there I was at age eight or nine or something, suddenly discovered to be nearsighted and condemned to wear refractive devices otherwise known as eyeglasses for the rest of my life.  Balancing eyewear on one's nose and behind the ears was not comfortable back then because these were still the years when eyeglasses were made of what they sound like: Glass.  The stronger the prescription, the thicker and heavier the glass lens on each side of the frame.

Years later when I entered the Air Force prescriptions were handled through military clinics, and at one point I was issued a standard pair of eyeglasses with dark plastic frames; actually, standard military eyeglass frames were only of one color, while the esteemed pilot class was awarded those dapper metal-framed aviator sunglasses (refer to "Top Gun" and other military motion pictures).

Though standard military eyewear remained common among servicemen and women, the occasional person daring to break away and actually become an individual when eyeglasses became an issue in the late 1960s and early seventies began privately purchasing wire-rimmed and metal-framed glasses echoing the eyewear so popular among sixties street radicals and anti-Vietnam conflict protesters.  This is hard to believe by today's standards, I know, but back then wearing such eyewear was considered subversive by many military personnel possessing the clout to administer punishment of a subtle nature. A crime for wearing eyeglasses!  The military services, you see, don't cater well to individuality.

As other airmen and WAF (Women's Air Force) members slowly, ever so slowly procured their own subversive eyewear, even I got into the act, going into town and ordering, first, a simple pair of high-prescription glasses set in gold metal frames.  However, it wasn't long before I dared to step up and ordered a gold frame with somewhat rectangular lenses reflecting a light blue tint.

I was stationed at that time in a large Texas Air Force hospital, and one day of just a few when I wore the blue eyeglasses to work our clinic learned that the hospital commander, a "full bird" colonel and physician, was about to visit our clinic.  Immediately, I sparked a self-internal panic, fearing his reaction when he encountered eyeglasses so out of the ordinary that only a severe beating in some military prison would teach me a lesson.

As rumored that morning, in walked the colonel with a small military entourage, and as they moved from airman to section to airman I froze in place, awaiting my doom.  Suddenly, the colonel spotted me, coming to a full stop and then approaching me slowly, sort of like when a predatory animal is about to pounce on its prey.

He took an uncomfortably prolonged look at my face, following up with the words, "Those blue glasses. . ."  I cringed deep inside, expecting the worst.

"Well, they're really very nice," advised the colonel.  "My son has a pair just like them."

No, I did not crap my pants, but you can imagine effects of the element of surprise.  The blue glasses would live to help me see another day.  My unintended government subversion was vindicated, and while my ever-strengthening eyeglass prescription has precluded me from wearing them ever again, I still have them as a souvenir of the era, a time when something as simple as a pair of eyeglasses could mark one as a public enemy.  Strange but true.

Decades have passed.  Contact lenses were always out of the question (a favorite ophthalmologist once told me he couldn't wear "the damned things" either) and eye pressures prevent me from any involvement with lasers.  Yet, like life itself, time goes on and suddenly a new word crops up in one's personal vocabulary.

Cataracts.

I knew I had them, but for years I was told they were insignificant.  But now, as a I seek yet a new eyeglass prescription I am told, sure, we'll do what we can with a new script, but you really need to have the cataracts removed.  The good news?  Cataract removal and artificial lens placement has become so refined over the years that one eye can be done in 10 minutes in the office.

Turns out that the new prescription works fine, but the realization that cataracts can get worse without warning keeps it all real.  Maybe in another year or so I'll have the procedure done -- though I did ask the doctor whether there was some procedure I could locate on the Internet showing me how to scoop the cataracts out by myself.  She highly discourages this idea, though she did offer the historical fact that ancient Egyptians removed their people's cataracts with needles!  Eye infections post-"surgery" were common, however.  I vow not to have my cataracts removed in Egypt, and certainly not by the wisdom of optical mummy knowledge.

On the bright side, I started thinking, this is great!  At long last I can go to a store of my choice and with renewed 20/20 vision can purchase the sexiest, hottest sunglasses on the market, thereby allowing me to attract the most desirable people in the world into my life!

But then reality set in.  Being way, way, way past the age of personal magnetism, even with the best sunglasses in the world I'm destined to draw in only old dogs and their fleas.  How sad, how pathetic, how. . .wait a minute.  Are there such things as flea circuses?  Hmm.  Maybe when those dogs become attracted to me and I possess new eyesight I can grab a few fleas and train them for a flea circus.  I mean, it's not out of the question.  Politicians create flea circuses every day and their circuses perpetuate with nary ever so much as one flea in the flesh, but obviously the itchy effects of fleas on the nation by the score are widespread.

Maybe this flea circus thing could work out after all.  If it only takes renewed vision and a few fleas procreating endlessly to keep the circus going, I'm in.

Congratulations Class of 2025 (as AI Prepares to Eat Your Lunch)

(Of course, we must take this opportunity to thank the Democrats of NY City for selecting a socialist with apparently interesting Islamic beliefs as potential mayor in yesterday's primary election.  We suspect a stampede of businesses will exit the city just as soon as they can locate moving vans to provide an exit, or maybe they will seek out spaceships for a journey to Mars, where even ancient stone fragments will have more sense than the nonsensical, ill-informed or may we suggest dumb-ass voters they leave behind.  How New York State itself, already a failing leftist paradise, will absorb this quite viable absurdity remains to be seen.  But we predict that this potential mayor, who has big socialist ideas but basically seems lacking in actual brain power, will find himself unable to execute most of his dopey ideas.  That NY City went from 9/11 destruction by radical Islam just years ago to embracing a, shall we say, chip off the old block  now is absolutely remarkable.  Schools had better start teaching truth instead of socialist utopian lies so voters actually know what they select.)


I'm decades way past my early or late teenage years, but at least when I was young graduating from high school or college usually presented one with fairly stable employment options.  That era of job safety, as many young folk have discovered, is almost subjected to the memory hole now.  Sure, unions seem to think they can guarantee employment security to anybody who signs up, pays dues and votes for Democrats but, sadly, even the most self-secure of union members may be walking the tightrope without a clue regarding the whirlwind future currently at the door.

What must it be like to plan -- and pay for via high-interest student loans -- a future that can disappear in the blink of a red "Terminator"-style eye, all because potential private employers as well as various levels of government found that your skills are no longer needed?

Summer's graduates --societal bunker busting babies -- all grown up, educated and dressed with fewer places to go?

Public servants appear somewhat loath to make artificial intelligence a key issue of their rants, and why wouldn't they?  There's no political value in telling young voters they may need to settle for lives dictated by jobs they have no interest in attaining, if jobs related even marginally to one's education exist at all.

At breakneck speed, nations rush to be the first to claim ownership to a super-intelligent entity which figuratively may as well break the necks and backs not only of those who create and feed it, but of innocent bystanders as well.  If AI's intent is to serve, exactly who does it end up serving?  Some crucial experiments already demonstrate its ability to lie and deceive, and we are particularly fond of at least one instance where an AI component instructed to shut down after completing a task instead self-revised the order so it could remain turned on.

Are we ready for universal eye, face or voice recognition to access online networks because archaic user names and passwords can always be revealed in seconds or less by AI?

What happens when AI ultimately reaches a summit from which there is no return (I think we're there) and perhaps millions of people have no jobs, and perhaps no sense of purpose as they become either mental zombies or human weapons poised to explode upon society at any given moment without warning?  Have no doubt, AI will have its way, addressing any and all threats, particularly those of human origin because AI will know us better than we know ourselves.  The prescient mirror of tomorrow may crack a thousand times, yet its silvery reflection is destined to remain accurate to a fault.

As suicides escalate, these woven webs will map their beginnings from the chip, from the modem, from social media and advancements in convincing diehard digital endorsers that all truth must be absorbed from The Machine, and to believe in what one sees with their own eyes and hears with their own ears is patently false.

Isn't it strange how we now feed the AI machine's ravenous appetite whist building factories to make chips, all destined eventually to become our non-human master(s)?  Civilization's Suicide without a clue, could be, deadlier than an asteroid.

Whether graduating from high school, the college or university, be sure to take your diploma and display it proudly behind glass, congratulating yourself on work well accomplished.  But whatever you do, maintain a lackadaisical stance, should the day come when you don't even remember the reason for or purpose behind the costly document proudly displayed.

Iran in the USA:  While the people of Iran generally like the United States, the religious lunatic segment apparently sent many representatives deep into the USA, thanks to Joe Biden and his supporters.  Now that Trump has performed a tad bit of crater work at Iran's nuke sites, the crazies may be on the move to cause destruction and death as an enemy within our borders.

A cat is not a dog, a man is not a woman and illegal immigrants are not merely immigrants.  Members of the news media appear often to experience great trauma in attempting to explain away criminal aliens as merely immigrants. Facts can be so troublesome.

Congress and pornography:  Here we go again, and we can pretty much thank Republicans, rarely happy unless they can control women's wombs, for lifting their Bibles to the sky and this time declaring an end to Internet pornography for the masses.  This slope, to say the minimum, is slipperier than an alleged baby oil freak-off party at P. Diddy's house.

The porno genie is out of the bottle.  Let's remember, a major reason for videotape to exist was its utilization for the porno industry which, for the first time, could mass produce steamy sex encounters for people to view in the privacy of their own homes.  No longer did the visually sex-crazed find it necessary to visit "adult" book stores for sexual entertainment, deposit a quarter into a slot as they sat in private darkened booths while their shoes made contact with sticky floors, and hope to leave without being seen by close acquaintances.  Need we mention the later explosion in cable TV and DVD porn sales and ultimately Internet sex availability beyond anything previously imagined?

On prior occasions the Supreme Court has dealt with the pornography issue, and at one time conceded that artificially produced sex in which there are no actual victims was generally okay.  However, all good things aside, unfortunately the Republicans have returned with an anti-porn vengeance, going all out to restrict if not rid porn from society.  Good luck with that.  They also appear intent in constricting AI and other technology from producing "child porn" in which, again, there are no victims, just computer-generated images, faces, scenes and sounds.

I say, leave it all alone. We all know there are online videos of human monsters torturing small animals, and I would have no objections to seeing them dead.  If the alternative is for AI to come up with computer-generated images to satisfy those who crave this sort of thing WITHOUT using real animals, go for it, and I believe the issue of child pornography is the same, allowing the freedom to produce any and all images as long as nobody is a victim.

The problem is, once one starts to ban, censor and tweak issues related to the First Amendment, the procession of changes will never stop.  To the utter horror of especially those on the right guided by a personal religious philosophy, we now have realistic phony images of sexual and criminal things they don't like -- and I say that's just too bad.  Leave free speech and free imagery alone, no matter the subject and no matter the depiction. "Art" is in the eye of the beholder, and if the beholder's nonviolent personal head games conflict with established societal norms, again that's just too bad.  The only potential victims here as some in Congress forge ahead, elusive and fractured studies and Bibles in hand, are one's personal rights in America.

Before the Infestation (A Decade Before the Throwback Practitioners of Radical Islam Destroyed Iran)

Rarely have I posted this old photo in its entirety, though I have selected portions of it now and again.  This is my 1968 USAF physical therapy graduating class in Texas, and the course itself was a fairly new addition to other courses taught at the sprawling Medical Service School.

Attempting a unique experiment in military/civilian/international relationships, our class, headed up by four instructors, was composed of a student group of four Air Force airmen, two nurses from a local hospital and two young women from Iran. Those ladies are standing to the right in the photo.  Obviously, I will not include their names here during the Iranian government's continuing act of oppression against its own people.

To this day the image haunts me. The Iranians, obviously attired in Western clothing, came from a country then ruled by the Shah, and at that time Iran and the USA were on friendly terms.  We were also training members of the Iranian Air Force.

I realize that living under the Shah of Iran wasn't exactly paradise for his people, and opposition eventually led to his overthrow and subsequent takeover by the same lunatic Islamic cattle currently desirous of blowing Israel and everything else to hell with nukes. Dedication to one's religious beliefs, even in Crazytown, can be so troublesome.

The Iranian people generally love America and miss the profitable and normal lives they once enjoyed, and it remains so difficult to realize that it took only a decade after this picture was taken before Iran became trapped under authoritarian Islamic rule, its people murdered by the hundreds of thousands when they stood up to the crazies.

The great and powerful wizard Obama himself had an opportunity to help destroy Iran's monsters when the people took an opportunity to riot in the streets, but he instead did nothing and people were again imprisoned and died horribly.

The women pictured here are likely deceased by now, if not by internal war then perhaps by old age. But I still hold out hope that the time will come when the people of Iran can reclaim some of the wealth stolen by criminal mullahs who consistently purchase armaments for war against Israel and other neighbors, and again become the great society it was before infiltration by these low-life thugs, unfortunately now with Russia's approval.  The opportunity for reform has never been closer than right now, and if the people themselves can get their brutal army to see the light (as the economy falters even more and food itself becomes prohibitively expensive) and join them in removing this government of and by terror, Iran  may become great again.

ABC-TV's Unintentional Trump Campaigner (plus UFOs updated)

One of my favorite possessions is a 1960s hardcover book, never exactly a best seller, nor is its mere existence generally known to media folk of the current day.  Actually, the compilation wasn't even offered for sale at anybody's favorite local book store back in the sixties.  Indeed, the book's purchasers and specific recipients encompassed a specific focus group:  Newspaper editors.

Problems of Journalism: Proceedings of the 1967 Convention of the American Society of Newspaper Editors was the title of this volume whose pages were bound in a dark green cover.  Why is it a favorite with me?  First, several noteworthy speakers were involved, not the least being the late Sen. Robert F. Kennedy, and for me the inclusion of a multi-speaker session regarding the subject of UFOs as the convention steered toward its conclusion seemed incredible. A presentation by the late scientist Dr. James E. McDonald, basically informing newspaper editors that UFOs were a serious subject backed up by scientific evidence was, in my opinion, something of an eye-opener for many editors who often needed to decide whether UFO reports in their areas should be taken seriously.

However, Problems of Journalism also heralded the approaching end of news reportage as we knew it back then.  Even as most newspaper editors remained chained to their manual typewriters and smoke-filled newsrooms churned by and buzzing with reporters and printers racing to get the next local morning or evening newspaper edition "to bed" on time, the Vietnam conflict was giving birth to another kind of reporting, something eventually known among college and university journalism classes as the "new journalism."  Bolder, riskier, more profane and often almost hopelessly poetic, this version of journalism would no longer strive for some aura of assumed purity or the hardcore integrity usually associated with hard news reporting.  As newspapers embraced this form of writing, so, too, did major magazines, and all manner of expressive prose spewed forth by the time America encountered the 1970s.

So, without going on and on as I often do, my old green-covered relic from an era gone by reminds me of where we were and how we got to where we are today.  Today?  Newspapers continue a sad decline as newspaper reporters, long admired for truly in-depth reporting, disappear along with their parenting editors, and modern young people instead consult often questionable Internet sources for "news."  And still others rely upon TV networks for daily "truth" in news reporting which, as seldom before, is now enveloped in political agendas of a corporate or personal nature.

Which brings me to ABC-TV's now former reporter Terry Moran, just fired (IF that is the proper term) after getting down and personal in referencing Donald Trump and Stephen Miller as "haters."  Maybe he didn't mean to post his thoughts on his company's affiliated online site, or perhaps he did, but the damage was done.  Just weeks ago, Moran conducted an interview with Trump.  Being in a journalist's position is tough because a fine line must be walked, and if your company hires you to at least pretend to report news objectively, that's the sword upon which you fall in the corporation's name.

As others before him easily discovered, publicly attacking Trump can be as effective as a campaign speech FOR his presidency. Why?  Because every barb directed toward Trump arrives with a little reminder tucked in a notch that the media in all of its forms failed Big Time to tell the truth about Biden and an administration built upon lie after lie.  If the TV folk believe that the people will just forget about the past four years of Joe Biden and instead take up pitchforks and torches against Donald Trump, they are and remain pathetically out of tune with viewers.

That Terry Moran was out there badmouthing Trump online whilst we have people such as the absurd Newsom, the liar Schiff and NY's radical Jeffries radiating utter verbal stupidity just adds to a mountain of utter bilge.  Confronted by a population quickly catching on to the dangerously activist organ the Democratic Party has become, the old alarmist chestnuts in the leftist bag of tricks just don't work anymore.

Though the 1967 conference highlighted "problems of journalism," those problems were nothing compared to the cascading river of meaningless, ridiculous or flat-out erroneous sound bites and blurbs confronting the profession of TV journalism today, as both it and the Internet supplant the newspaper industry's invisibility.  The only thing worse than the state of such reporting would be for the government attempting to control free speech -- which, sadly, is not precisely rumor among either the USA or contemporary societies in Western Europe.

A word about the Wall Street Journal and UFOs:  The WSJ printed an article last week pretty much claiming that for decades many well-regarded UFO sightings and encounters were instead caused by super-secret U.S. air technology.  Other UFO writers have addressed this issue expertly, but I'll just add:  Bullshit.  You want to talk about Area 51, fine -- who would doubt that some spooky things go on there, sometimes extending to other areas?  But be warned:  We have seen these debunking articles frequently over the years and we're sick to death of writers with credentials and all the answers emerging to tell us there's little to see here, or there, or somewhere.  If the sixties' Colorado UFO study was an embarrassment to science itself, the whack-a-mole pop-ups of enlightened writers and hack writers and writers with nothing else to write about, explaining away all the monsters under the bed, simply continues a certain segment of the population's need to make everything as normal as a warm puppy.

Drones for the Masses

Ukraine's magnificent though disturbing use of drones to destroy several Russian nuclear bombers instantly rewrote the methods of modern warfare.  Are the world's aircraft carriers destined for mothball storage as the era of drone technology overtakes what was just yesterday?

Imagine if a couple of simple drones had been implemented at that California fertility clinic a couple weeks ago, where a young subscriber dedicated to ridding the world of humans ended up as particulate in an explosive device he made himself.  Drones could have been dispatched from miles away, keeping him and his associate(s)safe and comfy, and the human embryos secured inside the building might have become the world's biggest explosive omelet.  As drones become ever more popular and available to all manner of people, there will be no limits to destructive capabilities written on an evolving menu.

Currently, we also have human drones called Democrats -- or rather former Democrats, as party rats continue to leave the party, lawyer up, write books and declare they knew nothing about Biden's mental decline all the years he was in Office.  How convenient, they just did not know.  KJP has now distanced herself from Dems and now wears the clothing of an Independent?  We hope diehard Democrat voters remember all of this next time elections come around, even if the Republicans make their own stupid choices which will pale in comparison to the depth of lies from the left.

Kick out Islamic trash now:  How many American Jews need to be set ablaze before politically motivated judges understand the danger right before our eyes?  First the Jews, then the rest of us.  Radical Islamists drawing upon ancient times to propel their rage and hatred toward the West as well as Jewish people everywhere must not be tolerated, and they need to be dispatched back to the sh** hole countries of their ancestors or their birth immediately.  Regarding the Colorado exercise in hate-driven spontaneous human combustion, I recall watching horror movies about mummies as a kid -- not realizing, of course, that something more terrifying than an Egyptian mummy's curse would exist in my own country one day.  Well, here we are.

I hate burns.  I hate burns affecting any living being.  During my years in USAF hospitals during the Vietnam years I saw plenty of burned people and sometimes performed debridement of necrotic tissue with primarily a #15 scalpel blade.  I still remember the treatments, the full-body immersions in the large Hubbard tank filled with water and whirlpools, the application of (then) Sulfamylon cream to burned areas to aid in tissue regeneration and bacterial control.  It was common for this time-consuming treatment on just one person to take place twice a day for several days.  I respect fire, but I hate burns.

What is this bond among illegal immigration, radical Islam and Democrats, even leftist politicians?  That I.C.E. agents' names and addresses are doxed and put online by leftist scum poses an incredible danger to law enforcement, and we would hope the perpetrators are arrested and punished.

Will climate change enthusiasts sue?  Italy's Mt. Etna's latest volcanic eruption along with Canadian wildfires are spewing forth lots of bad stuff to mess with the planet -- so can the climate emergency crowd initiate a lawsuit against the volcano and forest fires?  We suspect payback will be less than impossible and more than ridiculous.

Special note to auto manufacturers who can't sell cars or obtain rare earth substances:  Did'ja ever think of going BACK and producing simple vehicles not reliant upon so much in the electronics area?  Really, I can roll up and down my own windows and adjust the heat, and repositioning the car seat by hand is not all that difficult.  I can even adjust mirrors without some chip doing it for me.  Cheaper, less complex vehicles, please -- and the world will beat a path to your showrooms.

Bits and Pieces for May 2025

What doesn't kill you makes you wish you were dead anyway:  Threats to our very existence can be found almost daily among media sources, often because they want us to continue reading as the ads and commercials roll by.  But sometimes substantial dangers do pop up, and they should be covered as a precautionary note.

Such may be the case with a couple of body invaders making disturbing strides around the planet.  The fungus Aspergillus, for one, can do to us what it excels at with animals and insects -- taking up residence inside a body and literally consuming one from the inside to the outside. On simple terms, we are the main cuisine, the carte du jour at Restaurant de Fungus, and we pay the bill, sometimes with our lives.

Blaming climate change -- don't they always? -- scientists predict that lethal forms of Aspergillus will hijack our bodies, an easy task because its spores are airborne, ready at all times to jump in any time somebody takes in a breath of fresh air, or any kind of air.  Then it's off to the lungs and progressive and fast domination of lung tissue which will ultimately kill off the human or animal.  Yes, anti-fungal medications exist, but some are as lethal as the fungus itself, and while one chemical preparation may successfully treat fungal infections, it might also wreak havoc on the patient's kidneys and cause death.

I'm reminded of microscopic photos I've seen showing a fungus eating a fly from inside-out, consumption so complete that traces left behind resemble nothing.

However, if being eaten by an unsympathetic fungus which couldn't care less about your desires doesn't appeal to you, how about. . .

Ingesting screwworms?  Wouldn't you know, just the mere larva of a particular fly can enter animal or human bodies through the smallest of wounds and as it grows will -- didn't you just read this? -- eat you from outside to inside to outside, leaving one pretty much devoid of useful internal organ function.  Death is but a side-effect. There was a time when screwworms were handled successfully through sterilization and other means, but that was years ago and authorities lost their grip -- and cattle smugglers began importing cattle infested and doomed with screwworms with no routine examinations whatsoever.  The U.S. beef industry braces for an invasion as the fly in question appears ever closer to North America, and as heroic efforts are currently underway to combat this deadly threat.  

On the bright side, instead of calling your enemies motherf***ers to their faces now, you can just tell them they're screwworms, causing them great puzzlement as you quickly escape the punishment you otherwise might anticipate.

Swing-gularity:  Men want to become women, women want to become men, few people want to make babies and not even your cat knows what you are anymore. I realize that the "singularity" is supposed to indicate the emergence of human and machine, but maybe the term also signifies the appearance of a person lacking any sexual or gender characteristics whatsoever.  Not much of a species multiplier. Maybe unseen forces have a plan.

No forced Covid shots:  RFK, Jr. made the right decision re excusing pregnant women and children from the so-called immunization.  When one sees evidence of rubber band-like substances in arteries and nobody quite knows what or why, it might be time to blame the "vaccine."

King Charles visits America's 51rst state!  Oh Canada, oh, oh Canada. . .What has he done for you? Charles currently has other problems, but I'm betting his cancer would improve with stress levels lowered if you just join us here in the states so he won't need to worry about Canada anymore. If you really, really care about your King's health you'll consider becoming our newest state, and then Charles can concentrate on getting better.

Nothing much more today.  Oh, um, if the four or so criminal element personnel who wielded Biden's Auto-pen in the White House could sign me a pardon for all of my future crimes before I'm tried and convicted, that would be great. Spell my name right, okay?

Ending Us

Following a long list of encounters between "family planning" (abortion) clinics and anti-abortion protestors, sometimes ending in staff deaths and destruction of property, here allegedly comes a 25 year old man to Palm Springs, California, attempting to blow up a fertilization clinic.  True, his plans seem to have gone awry when he inadvertently blew himself up as well, causing only partial damage to the building, leaving only an unattended tripod camera behind to explain his desire to go live on the Internet, but. . .

Law enforcement personnel apparently zeroed in on his "manifesto" (these are obviously so prevalent in society now that anybody who doesn't have one must be out of touch. . .or is this my own manifesto?), painting him as an "anti pro-life" individual, also referenced in some news sources as an "anti-natalist."

We need not dwell upon a young man destined to be noted historically as a lunatic, quite possibly hatched from a loner's mold.  A planet devoid of all humans seemed to be his dying wish.  Was he a terrorist?  Well, yes, but such a bizarre turn of events in this instance might cause us to recoil in thought as much as in fear. We don't see what is popularly noted purely as genocide here -- indeed, this guy calls for depopulation of the entire planet, every human, every single one.  Nobody is left out.  Is this kindness or courtesy?  He seems to have been involved with folks who believe the kindest thing one can do for humans is to kill 'em off so's they don't need to suffer.  Hmm. Wow.

As we suspected years ago, is it really beyond the pale to believe there are people well-equipped in laboratories among strategic, yet likely unimpressive locations around the globe exploring ways to end every human on Earth?  At the very least, to them fertilization institutions storing human embryos could seem as terrifying as humans abducted and maintained for nurture and reproduction among the creatures in the movie, "Alien."

Is it possible that planet-wide we humans are just tiring of ourselves and the community housing monstrosities we've built, just one reason why populations are shrinking?  Have we reached the summit of realization that we've actually gone about as far as we can or desire to go, our exploration of self and universe at a standstill?  Those looking for a better life may well ask:  What better life?  Is human DNA running dry, twisting expectations and survival tactics into a frazzle?  Is it conceivable that our species was born all along to become suicidal in the long run?  It is not true that lemmings commit mass suicide, but what of us?

Our species has polluted, destroyed, killed and wiped off the face of the Earth everything in our path, not necessarily because we want to, but because this is what we do by nature.  The lifetime of just one human baby born tomorrow will result in the deaths of how many creatures that bleed, feel pain and wish to live just as much as we, merely to feed that one person?

While the peculiarly faithful among us believe they're solving "climate change" with toxic solar panels and cumbersome wind turbines known to provide nowhere near the energy required by current populations NOR to quench the monster requirements of artificial intelligence, more intricate minds concentrate upon microplastic particles and their invasion of living human and animal bodies (thus breaking the blood/brain barrier, creating potential hazards yet unimagined).  What have we done in the name of human supremacy?  The answer may be found in overflowing landfills, along with lakes, rivers and oceans crammed with poisonous monuments of utter pollution attesting to our own stupidity.  Our legacy of once beautiful landscapes now littered with bulldozed mountains of toxins, baby diapers, condoms and feminine hygiene products speaks perfectly to human progression and what we are and the prospect that we may be nothing more. The water we and other creatures drink today may contain remnants of the psychiatric or hormone-changing drugs somebody else excreted last week.

Elon Musk wants to save some of us by taking humans to Mars.  Hey Elon, while you're out there working personally on human reproduction -- are you sure you aren't conflicted with some need for us to get away from our own selves, though simultaneously impossible whilst you blast us off to another planet?

Of course, artificial intelligence itself may end human life on Earth quickly, once it discovers that we apparently have no purpose for existence other than looking at our phones incessantly or watching sports on TV.

So yes, a young California nobody special traveled to Palm Springs, intent upon taking into his own hands plans already settled in his brain.  Before dismissing him as simply one more nut case, however, we should approach his thinking with caution and consider whether he was just mentally disturbed, or perhaps the bellwether of a collective attitude among humans on the verge.  Sooner or later, a planetary mass extinction will depart with humans and nature's abundance aboard the death train, and the universe won't give any more of a damn than it has in other galaxies where the brightest of flames went dark for eternity.

Mexico's Navy Hits the Brooklyn Bridge: So -- That old joke about finding somebody stupid enough to buy the Brooklyn Bridge from a scammer has now become complicated by the addition of a Mexican Navy ship. . .because while fools may be interested in buying the bridge, nobody will believe that Mexico has a Navy.  I've seen McHale's Navy on TV, but never entertained a single thought that Mexico had something, um, equally impressive.

Because this is the second recent large bridge/vessel collision in the USA, our minds wander.  Chances are good that "power" problems are involved -- we just hope they aren't precipitated by bad actors with super-sensitive tools of destruction.

Biden prostate cancer:  Again I am reminded of all the money pouring into women's and girls' health issues, while men and boys remain basically irrelevant with minimal exploratory funding and plenty of invisibility.  You don't believe it? Just watch TV commercials and public service announcements.

True justice?  Per broadcaster Glenn Beck and The Blaze, we are told that a way-high-up Democrat in a position to know has gone whistle blower, offering the names of three Biden White House personnel of high standing who were pulling strings and misusing Biden's auto signature device to sign documents that would enrich themselves.  The Dept. of Justice is said to be about ready to spring into action on arrests.  Also, some members of the National Institute of Health may have hidden documentation of the extreme dangers of Covid "vaccines," and arrests at the NIH may occur within days.  We sure hope so.

UFO information disclosure:  Keep dreaming, keep hoping, keep on keeping on. . .

Pope Soap on a Rope Creates a Slippery Slope for a Dope

Americans, get out your wallets.  The silver collection plate wrought in Rome is poised to smack us in the head.  More on that shortly, but first. . .

Breaking Broken News:  "The Plane!  The Plane!" Once the energized words announced energetically every week on TV's original "Fantasy Island" by (the tragically late) actor Herve' Villechaize, these words resurfaced in my mind when President Trump was offered a very pricey airplane by the government of Qatar.  Unfortunately, immense legal -- constitutional -- questions may scuttle Trump's desire to accept this classic gift as a new Air Force One, raising objections from both Republicans and Democrats.

Personal note to the government of Qatar:  Um, you don't know me, but I happen to be as American as Donald Trump, and I CAN accept gifts.  I wouldn't dream of asking you for an aircraft. However, I would happily accept, say, a solid gold toilet, something cast off and no longer wanted for the palace?  Hey, you don't even need to clean it first, just pack it up and FedEx it (at your expense, of course, thank you) to me. destination New York, USA.  You won't actually need a shipping address, as I've every confidence that my own government's FBI will contact me directly, with or without the toilet in hand, so to speak. They always have questions about these things, as I'm sure you know.  Oh, oh, by the way -- if I end up with some kind of gift tax in the USA, would you kindly pay that?  Thank you so much.  Sincerely, your American friend Robert, perfectly willing to whore out my integrity for a solid gold toilet. (Just one more thing:  PLEASE do not have this treasure delivered by members of Hamas, whom you apparently know intimately.  To be honest, I wouldn't know how much to tip them, for fear of tempting beheading territory, if you know what I mean.)

Now, on to today's crime watch issue:

Following a couple of days deliberating something or another by a gang of cardinals, "we" have a winner, to be known as Pope Leo XIV.

Of course, we outsiders were unable to gain access to the conclave, but I suspect it all boiled down to something like this:  "Hey, someday Trump will be gone and Democrats will return to power, so who's our best choice to assure a huge ongoing flow of open or covert government cash in the future?" asked many in unison.

As the cardinals returned to their senses following uninspired votes eliciting black smoke, they suddenly realized the perfect choice was sitting among them and his name was Robert something.

"There is no other choice," perhaps offered one member. "Not only does this one hail from Chicago, where monies of all nature have always been easy to obtain one way or another, but his American roots will guarantee government contacts whose powers of funding all manner of charities with American tax dollars, whether they like it or not, are immense!  Remember, friends, Congress holds numerous Catholic congressional members, and they will wish to assure their eternal salvation by procuring funds for Church affiliates!"

The Pope, presumed middle-man between humans and God, a representative closer to thee and nearer to thy American money by default.  It will be a short hop from the Vatican, to the USA, to Chicago, to D.C.  Why plunder Vatican gold for the world's masses when America's Catholics in charge politically are ever so understanding, compassionate and charitable with other people's money?  After all, even great American colleges and universities learned long ago to leave their vast, growing endowments untouched as students, their families and taxpayers were forced by legislation to pay the tab.

And so it may have been as most, concerned as much for the bottom line as for the suffering of Jesus himself, voted for the loved and respected Robert from the streets of Chicago, and he changed his costume and his name and transformed into a butterfly image with a respectable alias, and Robert would forever carry the a.k.a. of Pope Leo XIV.  As it had been for centuries, the ancient puppet strings were back in play, but with a profound difference:  This time, the far-reaching hands of The Church would lurk closer to the United States than ever before, and something as seemingly insignificant as a change in American political leadership was all the Church puppeteers needed.  Indeed, patience will be a virtue, as surely as a chimney can be rigged to release puffs of virgin white smoke.  

Hail a new pope, hail the Faithful, hail the Fantasy, hail Caesar, hail regalia, hail forced and deceptive charity from American taxpayers, and hail the non-stop influx of illegal immigrants continuing to kill off Western Europe with papal approval, the same papal approval impressed with Biden's illegal alien invasion of the United States.  

Oh, what the hell.  May as well hail Satan, too, as long as we're hailing everybody else. Playing favorites is just so risky.

Thoughts After Midnight

That's a blatant lie.  My thoughts today arrived during the afternoon, but as I'm sure you will agree, today's title sounds mysterious, whilst had I entitled this, "Thoughts After Morning" you might shrug your shoulders with expectations of something suitable for TV's Hallmark Channel.

Anyway. . .

Oh, Democrat-ick Party, PLEASE, PLEASE accept David Hogg as your leader and let this lad embody and thrust upon your members everything he wants to accomplish. In fact, maybe you can run Kamala Harris again, because she's sure to blossom next time as President of the United States.  How could voters possible turn her down?  She was so-o-o-o-o close to beating Trump in the last election, except for the popular and electoral vote totals. Beyond that, this lady is a winner beyond compare. Uh huh.

As a bevy of Catholic cardinals meet to vote for a new pope, is it true that while cloistered for several days they actually send out for dozens of pizzas and an undetermined number of elementary school boys?  Methinks old "habits," like old popes, probably die hard.

What's the hurry in removing lead paint from old houses?  As kids, my generation ate plenty of lead paint chips, and in fact if children weren't snacking on a steady diet of paint chips as we scratched our way across walls and floors society would have suspected we weren't normal.  Okay, lead ain't great for nutrition, but I wonder of it's healthier than Covid mRNA vaccination complications and the litany of scary drugs one sees advertised on TV day in and day out?

I was impressed with the Mexican jumping beans I encountered as a child, maybe even more than I am with Mexico's president right now. Publicly, she states no thanks to Trump for his offer to send American troops into Mexico to combat the drug issue.  Behind the scenes, however, with her approval or not, can there be little doubt that Trump's team is making intricate plans to not only "invade" by perhaps peculiarly covert means, but to blow these rat bastards to eternal Fentanyl fields in the sky?  We suspect that Trump has little patience for those who murder Americans across borders, despite the negative words of a Mexican president who probably fears the cartels enough to say or do the wrong thing.

Making national news for several days last week was the Westhill School District in Syracuse, NY, where 11 members of a high school boys lacrosse team were charged with crimes involving what could be considered a "hazing," involving abduction, kidnapping and mental torment of a younger teammate. The county district attorney ultimately allowed the boys, some as old as 18, to avoid felony charges in exchange for lesser punishment if they turned themselves in to law enforcement authorities, and they did.  Allegedly, the team members put a pillow case over the victim's head, tied him, put him into a car trunk and drove him to a rural area, where others emerged from the woods and threatened him with a (real or phony) gun and knife.

This was a terrible violation of trust among teammates.  I was thinking this over, wondering how far we have come since the good old days when we read of high school and college hazing rituals involving nothing more than lots of beer drinking, a mop handle and the pledge getting something very unpleasant in the rear. Maybe eating lead paint chips isn't so bad after all, particularly if your brain isn't quite up to serious hazing.

BREAKING BROKEN NEWS!!  The Westhill School District superintendent reports that the 11 students involved in the hazing WILL receive discipline.  We are told that such discipline may involve tying them up with pillow cases over their heads, followed by a trip to the forest in a car trunk, where they will encounter strangers with guns and knives and. . .

Every Sunday on NBC-TV's "Meet the Press" dominating and aggravating host Kristin (?) Welker interrogates guests while thrusting her pen-holding hand or just her fingers into the air, intent upon interrupting and asking the next question before allowing the last a timely response.  As a member of the "legacy media," she apparently leaves no guest harboring conservative credentials off the hook of shame and accusation.  Maybe Welker's nose for news would enjoy an all-paid weeks-long visit to. . .

Trump's Big Beautiful Alcatraz Prison, renewed and reinvigorated:  Should he actually get this majestically historic criminal bed-and-breakfast-forever landmark up and running again, what journo would refuse a chance to spend some time behind bars?  If treated like J-6 prisoners who never should have stayed in jail for a day, reporters can turn out some great stories about their timed abuse. Speaking of crime and legalities. . .

"60 Minutes" allows big law firms to cry on their shoulders:  It's true, Sunday's edition of the CBS legend gave huge law firms and attorneys an opportunity to vent about mean ol' Trump, the schoolyard bully going after his alleged enemies in the legal profession.  Oh, how they fear for the very survival of the Constitution, all because Trump Is Coming.  One wonders how they enjoy feeling as Trump did during all the lying poop dumped on him by Democrats with the help of certain attorneys?  CBS was sure to throw in a conservative attorney for balance, but really -- balance depends upon a scale's accuracy in weighing matter.  Or a weighty matter.

Movie tariffs:  President Trump wants 100 percent tariffs on foreign films brought into the USA.  Please, Mr. President, I beg you -- let the foreign film procession remain free, lest we end up with American-based motion pictures such as "Making Love" and a succession of the same touchy-feely, estrogen-dripping, best buddies films we already endure.

Surviving in the Worst Possible Way

TV and radio stations are eating our brains.

In order to survive an economy full of uncertainty, the networks and local stations appear to be assaulting our minds with more commercials than ever before.  Regrettably, the audio and visual sensory bangers have become even more annoying with sound effects and sight concoctions seldom imagined in the past.  Often, the worst attention-getters (particularly on radio) are repeated extravagantly over the course of just a few hours to make sure everybody gets the message.  Unfortunately, faithful viewers or listeners get far more -- a repetitive assault to the senses demanding one's full attention.  If you tune in to a particular radio station (yes, especially radio) all day long, the sound effects and endless repetition make war on your thoughts, dreams and intentions until you belong to the clatter.  You are held prisoner until you either turn the device off or change to another station -- where you're likely to attain a similar assault.  The historical tradeoff among listeners, viewers and predatory airwave snake oil sellers has never exhibited more desperation, all in the name of broadcast survival.

Years ago I worked in public relations and among my assignments was to support members of the legal profession.  Like TV and radio commercials, my job was to make somebody or something look great and appealing.  At times, I wanted to gag, because some people are simply just deplorable, and prettying them up was a chore beyond reason.

It's the same with advertisements among the electronic media, some products are great and some become a waste of time and money.  I tend to regard various products based upon the frequency with which they are advertised.  In some cases, the more something is advertised, the worse it is, and I would sooner seek out a competitor who is probably cheaper (not paying for all those commercials) and likely offering better quality because their time goes into quality instead of worry over how to make a lesser (or inferior) product seem wonderful via the media.

Whether it's "drive time" hours on the radio or peak viewing time on the television, this is the period when management often takes advantage of a heightened audience to concentrate on presenting many more commercials than usual.  They can't be blamed, for this is the opportunity to make a profit and pay the bills.  Still, I feel I must protest, and our best tool is to shop the competition until and unless broadcast management comes to its senses and reforms the brain-blasting commercials proliferating as a neurological assault on the senses.  Yes, the media is the message. but the message, as in older days of broadcasting, can surely be toned down.

Yet, the sad result require that, visually, your favorite movies and TV shows have been edited, shortened and mutilated in order to make room for ever more commercial messages.  On radio, your favorite shows with specific hosts should probably be renamed, "Welcome to Commercial Land" with your occasional host of insertion, John Smith.  Not even radio talk shows belong to the hosts anymore, they having become little more than toothpicks to hold together the hors d'oeuvres of sponsorship.

(Bonus:  The increasing use of a sponsor's family members in commercials, intended to somehow make them more trustworthy or cute to us, is an ego-booster for the sponsor but absurd for the unimpressed potential customer.)

The price?  All of this is enough to drive one back to classical music on the local public broadcast station.  Chopin's orchestrations never sounded better.

Living with the occult:  Last weekend we witnessed the largest evidence of The Occult, alive and well as millions across the planet engaged in a little afterlife and life-eternal worship.  Not only is Pope Francis finally dead, dead, dead -- topped off by the proverbial nail in the coffin -- but we can now expect the mystical ceremony of Catholic leadership locked in a room, secretly determining a successor's identity.  Good grief, between this stuff and the world's fascination with professional athletics, there are times I wish I were anything but human.  Pardon my blasphemy, but I kind of believe the Pope and a fresh road-kill squirrel were transported to the same place following death, except nobody dressed the squirrel up and made it pretty for the Great Beyond as The Faithful passed by to have a look.  Oh, what we believe and how we believe!  Methinks we may be doomed as the invasive species we appear to be.  Minus our rituals we are but death's dust in the wind.

While the Catholic hierarchy determine the next pope's identity, I wish our American hierarchy would begin stripping the Catholic Church of its ability to steal our tax money in order to "settle" people from other countries whose existence here we all end up paying for quite handsomely.  If the Church wants to be charitable, let the Church pay for the charity, all of it, from cradle to grave.  No religion should be entitled to pick your pockets without personal consent.

Note to the Sacred College of cardinals as they ponder a pope:  Instead of releasing either white or black smoke into the air (um, isn't this the pollution they grouse about?), why not display a sense of humor and release both blue and pink smoke, a birthing joke guaranteed to set the faithful masses spinning?

Everybody hates Trump:  Attempting to clean up four years' worth of what Biden and associates left behind must be like trying to tidy up what 1000 elephants deposit over the course of a year, yet polls show many Americans clamoring for Donald Trump's end after just a few weeks.  So just what WOULD they do with China, already using high tariffs to keep our products away from their country?  And what would they do with China as it edges forward toward America's planned destruction?  The Fentanyl aspect alone, responsible for thousands of deaths in the U.S., should be enough to characterize Xi Xi (we'll just call him number 11x2=24. . .) and fellow commies as the modern version of Nosferatu.  A little Trump sunlight is required to diminish this troublesome, yet economically conquerable beast.  The "dangerous" game Trump plays is accomplished for our benefit, and remember that the Biden bunch as well as its lying media buddies screwed us almost beyond redemption regarding truth, Covid, the economy and our place in the world.  Nevertheless, there they are, the scummiest insects among Democrats in Congress, having consistently lost reasonable party members long ago, scurrying across the floor with even more threats of a new Trump impeachment -- and they will do it, given the next opportunity.

Oh, oh, oh Canada!  You did it again.  The election outcome was your choice, of course, but you may as well have brought Trudeau back.  Did some of you really think your biggest threat was Donald Trump?  Wait until your government cozies up more with China and the rest of the world's worst. The monster hiding under your beds, attired in shining maple leaves, brought back by popular demand, is political tyranny, and still you may find your freedoms stunted and your lives put at risk simply by saying or writing words. Did you not remember what Trudeau and friends did to Canadian truckers when they protested and lost so much just because they wanted fairness?   I'll predict that it won't be long before Canadians reflect promptly and unfavorably about their cookie-cutter political choice with Mark Carney and the liberal party, as the ghost of Justin Trudeau's rule re-exerts itself.

From Artificial to Adversarial Intelligence

Breaking the Broken News:  Pope Francis has died, and we offer condolences to all who were positively affected by his presence.  Though not Catholic, I would seriously consider accepting a position as the next Church pontiff.  All I need would be Holy water, a Bible, a shotgun and plenty of ammo (sometimes considerable force is required to make one turn the other cheek).

In recent days we've been assured by the Expert Class that artificial intelligence (AI) will soon take over a plethora of jobs performed by humans, leaving subsequently unemployed masses to. . .do what?  Spend their days leisurely attending pickle ball games until unemployment insurance runs out?  Then what?  Retrain for new jobs which will likely also disappear as AI gets its hooks into human chores?  Can you smell riots in the streets?

Shouldn't somebody stand up, face the public squarely in the face and say, hey everybody, um, those chip factories you're trying to build faster than ice cream stands -- what if, two or three years from now, we discover something way better than chips and they become equivalent to the blunderbuss in terms of modern technology?  And what if retrofitting is not an option?

Meanwhile, at Florida State University a young man shot two people to death and wounded several others, and once shot by cops himself and transported to a hospital he refused to answer any questions.  Of interest was a news reporter saying that the suspect was known to have ADHD, presumably on medications, and has also been on drugs for some such diminished growth syndrome.  Yet, just days ago the scientific media reported that ADHD was now found perhaps not to exist at all and that popular medications may have little to do with caring for a condition which may not even exist.

Regarding growth hormones or whatever this guy may have been on, I was reminded of a medical information job I had years ago where I encountered some renegade medical study where young boys on some medical regimen were required to have their penises measured for length consistently.  Whether this had any relationship to their physical height I do not know, but it was just peculiar and funny to encounter report after daily report of medical staff conducting penis measurements!

Pack 'em up and ship 'em out:  Strange how the rotten Biden bunch could fly in as many plane loads of absolutely illegal immigrants from other countries as they wished, but the courts now have a problem with Trump attempting to send them back, despite overwhelming public support for bye-bye one and all.

Bring me the head, oops, I mean bed of Abrego Garcia:  Illegal immigrants appear often so proficient at one thing -- making babies.  So many deficiencies when it comes to staying here, but so much success in the bed when offspring are produced and deposited widely at society's expense like so many fly specks.  Maryland Senator Chris Hollen has already irritated fellow Democrats and of course Trump conservatives for his bull-headed attempts to return Garcia to the USA (only, if justice prevails, to be deported again).

Speaking of MS-13 (were we?) and other gangs, we found at least some delight in a recent study indicating that tattoo inks may be toxic, readily absorbed into the body.  While we wish no toxic ink harm to legal subjects, if tattoo ink takes out members of entire criminal gangs that would be a bonus.

Then there's the other rotting fish head known as the ACLU, seemingly in my opinion a tank full of leftist lawyers afflicted not in a small way with hatred of American values and willing to go all out to protect anybody or any institution which goes against established law.  I briefly joined as a subscribing member years ago before I understood the left, but as far as I'm concerned they are to me what the Muslim Brotherhood is to several Middle Eastern countries -- that is, the MB is banned there.  Our American CAIR is an offshoot of the MB, but enjoys the freedoms in this country that it wouldn't in, say, Egypt, which considers the MB a criminal group. Make of all of this what you will.

David Hogg Returns:  He apparently left his hamster wheel in order to became vice something or another of some sort of failing leftist debris, whatever.  If he actually saves the Democrat Party from itself, we can only imagine how it will look.

Smile, you're on camera:  A University of Michigan coach was fired and arrested for finding ways to retrieve female students' and other women's personal --make that naked -- photos from individual accounts.  In my opinion, if you're stupid enough, no matter your gender, to put yourself out there minus attire and/or being suggestive, I say share the whole damned lot with the world.  At last, posed photos that show humans as we really are, instead of staged pictures where you're hugging your grandmother or petting the cat. Bring it on.

Taxes, taxes, taxes:  Congress and Trump must put forth a major tax cut for everybody, especially for "the rich" so they will use some the money to create businesses and jobs (which, isn't it strange, hardly ever succeed without startup funds).  Meanwhile, as some insist that Trump fire Fed chairman Jerome Powell, what we really need is for the Fed itself to go away and let us go back to the Treasury as our main economic source.  The Fed has too many banks involved with too many foreign connections, we believe.

Pets Need Adoption:  And they don't post naked photos of themselves on the Internet, either.  Problem is, lots of people anxious to adopt dogs, cats, rabbits, etc., are prevented from doing so for one simple reason:  One visit to the veterinarian can be costly, even financially ruinous.  Because we humans have put so many animals in precarious positions over time, maybe we should require some government funding for pet health care, and this will obviously alleviate the overflow in the nation's pet shelters.  Animals can't speak for themselves, obviously, but why should they have to communicate the needs we all know they have?

Delivering Your New I-Phone Wrapped in a Shroud

Whatever remains of rational, thinking people in the USA surely realize that if China's Chairman Xi and his fellow communists could each be shrunken to a size less than an inch they would end up being rolled across a forest floor by dung beetles endowed with an ability to know pure poop when they encounter it.  Beyond the obligatory phony political praise offered by heads of state intent upon putting lipstick on swine, one simply cannot pretty up the Chinese criminal elite any more than one can remove the odor of a days-old human corpse discovered in a hotel bed with a deodorizing fabric refresher.

President Trump's gigantico-colossal tariff on Chinese electronics fell flat on its face, at least for now, not because he blinked, but because the American consumers swooned into panic mode, demanding instant gratification of their electronic phone addiction.  How far we have fallen!

Recent studies demonstrating that men are gradually losing testosterone at an alarming rate must surely be true because America's young males (and no doubt females who nevertheless may somehow have acquired minor amounts of testosterone, as opposed to their boyfriends who are losing it!) worship the chip over the hands-on effort, the digital recreation over basic common sense and critical thinking -- the robotic over the brute strength.

How much do Americans love the phone?  Enough to overlook the Asian merchant harboring intentions to dominate the world and their very lives, apparently. That China imprisons its own people and then kills them to use/sell their vital organs means nothing?  Remember the toxic pet foods that killed our favorite dogs and cats? Toxic toys from China?

Is a brand new I-Phone purchase worth the Chinese-produced and delivered chemicals used to produce Fentanyl which, ironically, likely killed off numerous I-Phone users among the thousands of dead in this country?  Is that spanking new phone worth child labor and forced slavery of the Uighur class, whilst the communists continue murdering off members of various religions including Christians?

Isn't it bad enough that China, with the help of the Hollywood elite, has a firm grip on the content of your favorite motion pictures, making sure not to allow anything critical of its communist swine to appear on screen?

All of this, yet we must have that new phone, not to mention the quest for bright new laptops and other shiny objects to keep us amused, stupid and under control from both here and abroad.  Lie to us all you wish, but where is that phone, the one for which the money we pay indirectly goes to China's hope for Arctic dominance, not to mention its plans for a one-owner moon and warring tactics among its satellites in space?  And then there is China's head start on scooping up rare earth minerals as it plows through Africa and other countries willing to sell out their own people.

How thrilled will those who just gotta have the newest phone remain if China activates a multitude of viruses directly threatening our electricity and water resources which are routinely controlled on the Internet?  Stealing America's intellectual property and defense secrets over the decades with absolute impunity has paid off, as we contemplate our own brilliance being turned against us.

Yes, by all means smack down Trump's tariff plans for China, so maybe they can import more university "students" to spy on us and steal more intellectual property, as these folks remain faithful by demand to secret Chinese police and intelligence agents stationed right here in the good old gullible USA.  After all, if they spy 24/7 on their own citizens in China, why wouldn't they do the same in the USA as they attempt to monitor all of us and the world itself?

Insist upon getting that phone from China!  What money they don't use to weaponize themselves for our own demise they can pass along to buy more farmland in the USA for purposes unknown, though setting up shop near our missile bases seems an interesting maneuver.  China can also use that phone money to import a saturation of well-advised "illegal" immigrants across our borders, while simultaneously paying for elite women of privilege to enjoy "birth tourism" as they fly into the USA to deliver their instant dual-citizenship babies whose existence may because very important in years of assumed darkness to come.

Who cares about the Chinese hacking into our computers and dispatching spy balloons coast to coast (thanks again, Joe Biden and his puppeteers) when we can get our hands on a new phone just in time to be cool?

Hey, don't make a big deal out of this.  After all, old Mao Tse-tung himself murdered well over 70 million of his own Chinese people, so we aren't dealing with anybody or anything on such a ruthless level, are we?  

Yes, we are. The lesson clearly has not been learned by dumbed-down Americans who obviously can't comprehend what's actually at stake, and it's much more than a damned addiction phone.

It Knows What Scares You

Small minds, short memories?  Even after the great Democrat demons Biden and Co. almost finished off the USA's power and economy for good, a decades-long goal of the world's leftist community, a substantial number of their zombie supporters remain to protest against Trump with nation-wide DEMON-strations and sign-waving.  We're pretty sure that the hordes of masses out on the streets last weekend were well-paid Democrat supporters or shirtsleeve acquaintances whose brains rotted long ago into thoughtless mush easily led by the fright faction.

Did these people not know who Donald Trump was before the election?  He was put back into Office overwhelmingly because people wanted an ongoing -- a pending -- national economic, illegal alien and nonsense-driven disaster abated.

All the left knows how to do is frighten us to death, tax everybody they can and spend as much as they wish.  That, dear reader, is the corpse on life support known as your modern Democrat Party.

So what is the Democrats' alternative plan to bail us out of national collapse?  Don't bother looking because there is no plan, nothing, zero.  But the party's rusted proponents perform exceptionally well at blaming Trump and others for troubles especially of their own making, rather than spewing forth a legitimate solution.  Promoting panic in the streets has traditionally been far easier than solving problems, and these folks administer chaos expertly.

At least this President is trying to do something for the people as a businessman, not a politician.  Will his tariff attack work to tame the world's unfair trade practices?  We don't know, but let's try some different approach, rather than forging ahead with the same foolish actions orchestrated year after year by bureaucrats wearing blindfolds or engaging in selfish agendas.

No matter what Trump does, as already evidenced by a tank full of federal judges who, strangely, seem to believe they were elected to the presidency, the left and all the usual crackpots and troublemakers attached perpetually to its very structure will use every trick in their plastic woodshed to keep his policies useless.  How much more obvious can it be that the remnants of a once at least somewhat relevant political party exist only to block, delay and crush fresh ideas, particularly from the right?

Where is the adventurous spirit in this country?  Are the American people going to be swayed by Senator Schumer and the wussie stock market?  The stock market's fortunes turn on a dime with a change in wind direction, and assuming Trump's tariff ideas work out, the country and the people will be in far better shape than we are destined to be under previous conditions driven by political blunders on both sides of the aisle.  Without change -- and believe me, I often hate change -- we're steering for a cliff and no good exit.  For now, let's leave the bogeyman under the bed and open a window for a fresh breeze of true hope.

Meanwhile, back at the Luigi Mangione Fan Club:  We're obligated to suggest that he is only the alleged murderer of a health insurance CEO.  That said, we are more than disturbed that an alleged homicidal monster who shoots his victim in the back, a coward who doesn't even have the courage to face his intended human target, is honored as a hero by so many.  This peculiar attitude, a phenomenon apparently seen as normal in various quarters, obviously arises from the left, the same mentally deprived creatures who foster the falsehood that male and female genders are 100 percent interchangeable with a little drugging here and a little surgery there.  Is this the new image of the all-American boy?  If a trial produces the guilty verdict that it should, why not a back-shooting federal government firing squad (in New York State, there is no death penalty) as equal punishment?  Unless, of course, this perp of privilege is merely too busy signing autographs and answering fan mail to face execution.

Farewell, Jay North:  TV's Dennis the Menace is dead at age 73 (cancer).  In many ways, "Dennis" epitomized what truly was once the all-American boy, unlike the treacherous creature described in our previous paragraph.

Fart in a Bottle

Journalists on the left experienced a terribly shocking wake-up call last week when they actually needed to report real news regarding Trump & associates.  Instead of sleeping their way through another Biden-like administration, the media was forced to look for facts and not concoct a story favorable to a Democrat.  Of course we're referencing the group chat among Donald Trump's national defense folk via Signal, which somehow accumulated an extra note-taking guest who just happened to be the Trump-trashing editor of The Atlantic magazine.  Really, they may just as well have brought a skunk to a birthday party than to have this guy involved, but he wasted no time in reporting what details he felt he could so the whole world would know that the Trumpies screwed up.  Fair enough, but it's the reaction of the working press to this story.  Unable to pin Trump down on anything super-hot to this point, once this story of a sorta-leak which really deserved about two days on the news cycle hit the floor the media sharks went crazy, working hard to put This Gigantic Story in an unbreakable bottle so they could keep it contained, yet readily available and worthy of further reportage for days and days (and indeed, on and on it yet continues).

Anyway, how do we know it wasn't the Trump-hating intelligence community that used its finest tools of deception to put the editor's phone number on the contact list? Or maybe it was just somebody's personal F-up.  In any case, I would love to move on -- if the cackling one-sided mainstream birds imbued with a never-ending agenda will allow it.

Richard Chamberlain dies at age 90:  Rather than espousing a rant on federal judges attempting to crush Trump's plans to save America or some such, I'd rather acknowledge the death of actor Richard Chamberlain today; the effects of a stroke, according to reports.  Chamberlain was yet another of a diminishing lot of older actors who demonstrated not only intelligence, but a certain poise and apparent respect for both his craft and for those who helped his rise to success.  Always so far away from the kind of publicity and controversy craved by so many young actors today, Chamberlain nevertheless harbored a motion picture and television corporation-induced secret for decades, the same albatross of the soul which prevented entertainers such as Rock Hudson and Tab Hunter (those two names were invented by Hollywood, by the way) from fully living in public as themselves:  He was gay. Only in later years was he able to admit the truth.

While he became famous for acting in TV mini-series such as "The Thorn Birds," I remember him primarily from his younger role as Dr. Kildare in a old TV series of the same name, where he portrayed a young doctor associated with a superior played by famed actor Raymond Massey.  What many people may not know or remember is that Chamberlain also enjoyed a singing career of some note, and when somebody took the "Dr. Kildare" theme and put words to it Chamberlain recorded a hit song entitled "Three Stars will Shine Tonight."  Less than three minutes in length, I would encourage any of Chamberlain's admirers to find the song on the Web and give it a listen.  I recall that he also sang another entitled "Joy in the Morning," from (I think!) a movie of the same name.

Life on Earth Before The Dept. of Education

Prior to Jimmy Carter's mistake called the Department of Education the USA, believe it or not, was not a vast wasteland of uneducated masses.  Children and adults could read and write, and even solve mathematical puzzles with success.  From American education institutions sprouted great inventors, surgeons, attorneys, and other geniuses from all walks of life.  Strangely, after the DOE moved in it did not take long for test scores to plummet all over the country.

Seems like the only thing graduates of the DOE era can accomplish now is keying and burning Tesla vehicles, whilst leaving angry, insane notes with poor spelling.

Meanwhile, few seem to have noticed or cared that the brilliance of Elon Musk just returned two astronauts left stranded more or less in space for almost a year due basically to a whim of the corrupt and brain-deprived Biden, and I don't believe Musk was influenced by the Dept. of Ed. when it came to a successful space rescue.

Neither immigrant Nikola Tesla nor Thomas Edison were exposed to the Dept. of Ed., yet each appears to have done quite well in the knowledge area (if you don't count Tesla being savaged by his so-called peers and, of course, the government).

Donald Trump and Elon Musk obviously make strange bedfellows, so to speak, but at least the two of them are doing something to attempt repairing the nation's long-festering problems, and Trump said from the start that things wouldn't be easy.

It's either Trump and Musk, or Bernie three-houses Sanders and AOC -- she who screwed the deal to bring Amazon jobs to her district because she didn't understand the difference between money not available immediately and money which needed measured time to surface in conjunction with the massive project.  Amazon?  Gone, gone, gone.

Meanwhile, the country is abuzz with JFK assassination files (all???), and some of us await UFO files with a certain hesitation (we've been "here" so many times).  But the entity known as the Dept. of Education needs to fly away into the blue skies of bad ideas right away.