The Other Side of Those Government UFO Information Releases

Okay, this is all simply inappropriate, but were it otherwise why would I bother writing this stuff?

First of all, most of the objects in those government UFO information releases to date remind me of floaters  -- you know, those tiny things that seem to dart about in your eyesight, particularly if one's optical fluid level is high?  Do we live in a gigantic eyeball populated simultaneously by alien floaters?

In some of the films, UFOs move about as if with tails, resembling sperm cells in search of eggs in the sky to fertilize.  In others, the quick movements all over the place in irregular patterns remind me of Gerald Heard's old book, Is Another World Watching, suggesting some UFOs are animals -- not that far off from ideas fostered by Ivan T. Sanderson, Vincent Gaddis and others of an era gone by.
 
Of course, these musings are hardly anything more than musings, for we know that such strange encounters often involve radar contact and. . .contact, period.  Whatever flits about in the skies, seemingly with not a care in the world, perhaps it/they do so at our own peril.

Dear J. Edgar Hoover:  We all know the stories about the FBI's former Director, so every time I check the government .pdf files and see a letter from J. Edgar Hoover I wonder whether he was cross-dressing while simultaneously having a secretary respond to some daring citizen's letter fearing saucers.  When responding to a letter with some statement about passing their letter on to the Air Force for action, I wonder -- sir, what were you wearing?  Something with lace, or feathers? Something to drive your closest associate Clyde mad with anticipation?  Did your mascara run, or was there a run in your nylons?  Then again, how could this guy go through all the trouble of cross-dressing while simultaneously fighting crime, getting the clothing sizes just right, responding to letters about flying saucers and running the Bureau?  Hoover may have answered questions about flying saucers, but we suspect he had other things on his mind.

Having encountered two government releases of UFO files so far, we long for better videos and evidence closer to documenting UFO/UAP landings, markings, electronic footprints and abductions.  As if.  By the way, could there be a connection between the enigma and, say, the current mental health crisis sweeping national brains?  The upcoming motion picture, "Disclosure Day" is soon to erupt on theater screens this month and we predict its airing will do anything but resolve mental health problems.  

Even more concerning -- after Close Encounters of the Third Kind came out, remember the succession of really bad UFO-related fictional cinema that took root?  Just wait. . .

Losing Your Religion (or Trading it for Something Else)

As familiar and/or still less than spectacular UFO files are slowly seeing release from the U.S. government, the subject of extraterrestrial life has once again graced the aisles of religious houses of worship around the country.  This is not surprising, for there hovers a lot on the line for the world's established religions.

A more or less official public recognition of UAP/UFO existence cannot help but cause the religious to question or re-address their beliefs in a deity -- and all the steps it took historically to reach the point where congregations accepted the mind food fed to them.

Attempting to reconcile evidence of strange things in the sky, if not occasionally on the ground, with both ancient and contemporary teachings, wizards of The Faithful must be hard at work currently with the spiritual meat grinder.  Some will insist UFOs represent harbingers of miracles to come, while others see flying demons intent upon doing harm.  A significant number among the clergy would certainly interpret visions of airborne enigmas as angels.  Will reports of religious icons seemingly dripping tears or blood be replaced with sculptures of space aliens?  Let the lack of either identity or purpose serve no part among various religions in determining one's impression of the unknown.

One thing is for certain:  No matter your brand of faith, its proponents are doing everything possible as you sleep to merge doctrine in some way with whatever explanations ultimately may arise from all of this UFO talk.  Nobody wants to be left behind, and absolutely nobody wants to become as irrelevant and unappetizing as old cheese in a rat trap.

The collision of UFOs with religious beliefs is not new, of course.  As a teenager of the fifties and sixties I regularly invested (if that's the word) in books about UFOs, and among the most noteworthy on the religious side was The Bible and Flying Saucers, a thoughtful and daring book written by the Rev. Barry Downing.  Then again, if you wanted to fall off the cliff of rational thinking to clutch your faith with no holds barred, I barely recall Laura Mundo's Flying Saucers and the Father's Plan (if you embraced George Adamski and gobbled up everything printed by Saucerian Publications, this one's for you).  Oh boy.  The fact that so many books of that era relied upon the term, flying saucers, rather than UFOs hardly aided in promoting the phenomenon's public credibility, and the proliferation of generally unhinged "contactees" applied a certain kiss of death upon the topic.

As we await "the good stuff" from government files (personally, I am not optimistic about the best evidence coming forth), we can be sure that people shall continue with the need to "believe in" something, be it God, Jesus, Mohammad, Nefertiti's reincarnation, their cat or a loaf of moldy bread.  But don't "believe in" UFOs when you should instead believe solely in the evidence, the proof, however and wherever it exists.

Bits and Pieces for May 2026

A story behind the story?  I don't know, but the Internet press seems to have found a tidbit about the hero security person who died at the Los Angeles mosque while protecting children and adults.  The claim for starters is that he was allegedly grateful that Hitler killed the Jews.  Oh boy, here we go. If true, maybe the hero thing comes off a bit tarnished.

Me, knowing how Islamists make no bones about proclaiming that everybody (in the USA also) will become Muslim or perish, my next question about that particular mosque and, frankly, all of them is:  What do they actually teach those children day in and day out in the schools?

Islam and Sharia Law have been and will continue to be a threat to American values and, as we're all tired of hearing by now, incompatible with the Constitution of the United States.

Yet, the mosques continue sprouting like yellow jacket nests throughout the nation under the guise of religious freedom.  Nice -- Islamists demand religious freedom for themselves, but not for you or me if we don't happen to subscribe to their throwback dogma.  They will kill us, and we know this because they have already engaged in a killing spree all over the world in the name of Aha, Blah-Blah or some weird-ass god in which they believe.  I guess if one can love and embrace history's infamous allegedly child-molesting prophet Mohammad, anything is possible.  If one really believes that death of the faithful males will be rewarded with virgins in the afterlife, we can only imagine these would be virgin farm animals or something alien.

Trump loses in the polls:  The President is trying his best to secure the Western Hemisphere to make life safe for all, but obstacles in Iran and within his own party aren't helping.  Yes, gas and food are high and few of us are wealthy enough not to notice -- but if one thinks back to WWII when families sacrificed everything and suffered greatly while still supporting the war effort, there might just be a glimpse of what wussies we have become as a society.  Yes, war hurts and kills and inconveniences everybody -- and yes, the war proponents and weapons producers can become quite wealthy as a result, but crazy is crazy and nuts is nuts.  Is there a better solution for ridding the world of a religiously fanatical country's nuke capabilities?  Do you get all aroused at the mere thought of returning Democrats to the White House?  Think hard about that.

We humans. . .we play and we kill, two categories encompassing everything we do. Is that all we are?

Letting the chips fall where they may:  Hint -- they're falling on our heads.  The more digital chip factories we build, the more chips we can make to feed AI and rid ourselves of jobs and reasons to exist.  When the day comes and some robot wheels itself into your cubicle and with a human-sounding voice announces that you're fired -- and then actually kills and fries you instantly with a corporate death ray -- you'll know you've un-arrived.

The Media's Little Green Men Syndrome

I'm a media guy, not a scientist.  In fact, had I listened to a high school English teacher who didn't want me working on the school newspaper because, in her opinion, my writing would never amount to anything, who knows?  If eventually writing about UFOs and seeing my articles published in newspapers and national magazines was an indication that my writing was nevertheless abhorrent, hmm, maybe she had a point.

Despite the questionable inadequacies preventing me from gracing the pages of my former high school newspaper way back in the sixties, I have a tendency to compare modern media with the old-timie journalism of my youth, and the comparison isn't pretty.  The well-aired fact that so many local TV stations -- and TV networks -- can't even spell or punctuate correctly the words they put up on screen during newscasts now is a definite minus for me.  If they can't get words right, why should I believe what may be churning out of a sloppy newsroom operation?

I was watching a few minutes or so of TV reports on the U.S. government's initial release of some previously unavailable UFO (aka UAP, if you must. . .sigh. . .) files and videos, but didn't spend too much time on these.  By the way, David Muir, Juju Chang, the late Peter Jennings and others at ABC-TV -- you may have a little to account for regarding rather negative UFO "documentaries" from years past, but that's for another day.

Yesterday, radio broadcasts were my thing, as I jumped from channel to channel around the country while many were at least momentarily consumed by reports of The Big Government Release of Anomalous Anomalies.  We really should appreciate what will be an ongoing project to bring truth to public view --IF some gov operative doesn't find a way to throw national security kitty litter on the whole damned thing before Trump's orders to declassify all fully succeed.

But. . .ah yes, our radio talk show friends.  I won't be specific, but the syndrome among many is obvious:  You mention UFOs, and they swing back with why haven't we seen little green men?  Trust me, most of these folks, whilst expert in their knowledge of government and sometimes science itself, don't know ANYTHING about UFO history, the evidence, the technology detecting the presence of seemingly solid objects, or witness profiles.  Among these people their UFO disclaimer talk hasn't advanced one inch since the 1950s when flying saucer banter remained the stuff of jokes.

Like fingernails on a blackboard yesterday, over and over again I heard the radio folks ask, "Do you BELIEVE in UFOs?" And as if to assure themselves that there's nothing for them to observe personally but a Nothingburger some assured curious listeners, "I don't BELIEVE in UFOs."  Are we talking Santa Claus here, or something akin to the Tooth Fairy or Easter Bunny whom little kids "believe in?"  Sounds like a little religion tossed in when they use the word, believe.  I guess somebody on the airwaves might suggest that they BELIEVE Jesus is returning tomorrow night in a UFO, and then everything would be okay because a religious connotation was inserted.

So, some huffy media folk in the know don't believe in UFOs and since they haven't actually witnessed a parade of little green men their minds are made up and few will ever bother diving into the vast -- and I mean vast -- amount of UFO documentation that bright and self-sacrificing researchers and investigators have accumulated over several decades.  I guess it makes good radio to simply blurt out something about little green men and then remain blissfully ignorant about a subject so readily dismissed or ridiculed.

Fortunately, there exist people on radio (and podcasts) who take the subject seriously and actually know the facts of which they speak.  For instance, I recently encountered Mike Ryan's "UFO Talker" podcast out of Canada, and his weekly broadcasts actually remind one of (gasp!) journalism.

In the meantime, until the next batch of government UFO files appears, a disturbing number of radio folk are already reloading their broadcast shotguns with #1 Little Green Men ammo, ready and willing to fire off a volley of whatever amount necessary to get a laugh while simultaneously remaining hopelessly ignorant.  

May I ask -- don't you members of the broadcast airwaves have a responsibility by now to address such matters as the UFO by telling the people the truth?  The days of ridicule in both the media and among the scientific community deserve a hasty and final exit. We anticipate that this option shall become clear as more files are released (um, assuming that nothing substantial is excluded by those pesky Unseen Determinants). 

As April 2026 Departs. . .

While I'm no particular fan of James Comey, I do feel it appropriate to weigh in on the "86 47" seashell issue.  Of course, I never expected to get any closer to an issue of this nature than to repeat 10 times in rapid succession, She sells seashells by the seashore.  Nevertheless. . .

Many people are making an issue of the number 86, supposedly a numerical directive to kill somebody.  However, other opinions say no, this actually indicates silencing someone.

From a most unexpected source may I just say -- playwright Mart Crowley presented his hit Broadway play in the 1960s entitled, The Boys in the Band.  The plot centers around a group of homosexual friends attending a birthday party in which emotional devastation becomes the party gift of the evening.  Crowley's play quickly made it to motion picture film and the play itself, though somewhat dated by now, continues to pop up now and then in playhouses around the country.

I believe I recall a spot in the motion picture where a major character, angered by the comments of another, suddenly shouts "86!" and the annoying voice goes silent for the moment.  Demanding silence does not equate with calls for murder.

Keeping this and other uses of a mere number in mind, I cannot imagine a judge NOT throwing this case out of court in a split second.  As far as other Comey-derived issues go with the legal system, that's perhaps another story.

Jimmy Kimmel (sigh) again:  The controversy goes on. but I will opt for First Amendment freedoms.  And his comment about the First Lady was made two days before alleged journalists needed to dive under tables, starved without food as JAL (Just Another Lunatic) sprinted toward the banquet room like a track & field athlete.  Frankly, Kimmel can do what he does, but I'm amazed that someone whose child's life was saved by the good people of medical science turned out so bitter or whatever the hell it is that influences his endless rant. To be fair, I've never watched an entire Kimmel show in my life and have no reason to expose myself to the brand of bullsh** most late-night TV has become, but if this is your favorite eye candy go for it.

Iran's crazy side of its split personality:  These whacked-out servants of their Allahlunatic need to get with the future and understand that even though nukes may no longer be within their grasp, the entire planet may perish anyway thanks to a little thing called artificial intelligence.  Why lift a finger when mutual destruction is almost guaranteed?  Even as I type this, employees of factories all over the world are producing digital chips intended to erase good jobs forever, and the world's people will lapse into feelings of depression, uselessness and despair upon discovering that the exact jobs they desire no longer exist. So just hold on, Iranian nuts: Israel, the Great Satan of the West and everybody else will one day be as gone as they would by way of your intended nukes, but with AI.  Unless, of course, our human genetic declination gets there first.

Bomba Socks:  What the. . .? Couldn't they come up with an original name for their product? Bomba was the cinema's jungle boy of the 1940s portrayed by actor Johnny Sheffield (who also played the son of Tarzan in some movies) at a time when Tarzan films were popular.  Or is this footwear designed for the jungle?  I'll be watching TV nature programs to see if bush monkeys show up wearing Bomba socks.

James Carville and the Democrats are scary as hell:  Are you listening to or reading the stuff with which these folks concern themselves?  Michael Brown's weekend program last weekend laid out the agenda very well, frighteningly so.  One option appears to be passing legislation without even notifying the public or allowing engagement in a discussion of an issue.  If the new Democrats have their way -- and believe me, the old Kennedy and blue dog Democrats are all but gone -- Puerto Rico and Washington, D.C. will become two more states (leftist through and through, of course) and the Supreme Court could be packed with maybe four more justices.  Some thirty million illegal aliens and their family members could become citizens overnight and political enemies (that is, those on the right primarily) could be tried in the Hague!

Meanwhile, Brown points a puzzled finger at Senate leader John Thune, who appears to be sitting on his hands when it comes to doing significant things such as going all "talking filibuster" in order to pass the important Save America Act.  Nor does he seem willing to allow ANY recess appointments to accomplish funding for DHS and his apparent reluctance at getting the Senate to approve more than 150 executive positions chosen earlier by Donald Trump is an outrage.  While Senate actions or rather lack of such are cause for alarm, the fact that the House side of government anticipates the retirement soon of 36 Republicans and 22 Democrats -- to be replaced by whom? -- is something to watch closely.

A final word:  Canada, save yourself, dump your political progressives and return to something normal.  Remember those days?